by Jamie Knight
As I walked into the kitchen, a delicious scent wafted my way. Mushrooms never smelled so good. Seth was a wizard with cooking, to a level that bespoke a culinary education. Though where he would have come by such training was anybody’s guess.
“Smells great,” I said.
“We shall soon see.”
His humility was misplaced, because the omelets he placed on the table were surely among the best ever cooked. It was a nearly orgasmic experience to consume, filling me with an unspeakable happiness.
“Can I ask you something?” Seth said, after a long moment.
“Yes.”
Putting down his cutlery, Seth conjured a long, thin jeweler’s box, seemingly from nowhere. Without a word, he put it in the space between our plates.
He didn’t say another word.
Apparently, whatever it was would speak for itself.
It wasn’t a ring; I knew that much by the shape. The most obvious object for it to be was a necklace, but there was only one way to know for sure.
The hinged lid creaked open like the door of a haunted house, eventually revealing a black vinyl choker on the white silk interior of the box.
At least it looked like a choker.
It also could have been a collar.
“You have no doubt heard the rumors. It isn’t exactly a secret. It is also entirely true, or at least mostly true. Some things have been exaggerated. I don’t have a dungeon in the basement, for example. The fact is, I am very attracted to you and, with your consent, I would like to train you. Not just in the business, but as my pet.”
I looked at him, incredulous that this was all happening so fast.
There I had been, less than half an hour ago, wondering if I could shower in his house and now, he was asking me to let him perform BDSM on me.
I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t help being turned on. I was dripping wet.
“If you accept, you will wear that collar as a sign of our arrangement,” Seth continued. “Basically, you will be mine, and you’ll have to do anything I tell you. Within reason, of course, and we’ll set boundaries in place to ensure your comfort as well as my own. If you don’t accept, we go back to how things were before. Don’t worry. Nothing about your internship will change unless you want it to by accepting this collar.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes down. “I will wear it.”
“Good girl.”
His words made me tingle all over.
It felt so good to know I had pleased him.
“Do I put it on, or do you?” I asked him.
“I do, but I need you to take your clothes off first.”
The authoritative tone was back in his voice and I loved it.
My whole body tingled with nerves and anticipation.
“Yes, sir.”
Slowly, I stood from my chair and started undressing. Outside a locker room, no one had seen me naked in years. And I had never been with a guy. I hadn’t wanted to give my virginity away to just anyone.
With Seth, it felt different. It felt right. Special.
“Turn around,” he said.
I obeyed, turning to face the wall, though I could hear the creak as he stood and picked up the collar, getting ready to put it on me.
“Do you accept me as your master, and vow to obey me in all things?” he asked me.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master,” I whispered.
“Do you forfeit all personal control and autonomy, entrusting your body, as well as your well-being, entirely to me?”
“Yes, master.”
The cool, smooth vinyl embraced my neck as he put the collar on me.
“I hereby claim you as my pet, to be trained as I see fit.”
The collar buckled shut and I was his. In every way I knew and with everything I had. I would give it all to him gladly.
I didn’t even flinch as his hand grazed over my pussy, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted it. I wanted his touch and all the joy he saw fit to bring me.
But he wasn’t going to give it to me right now.
“Time for work,” he said, stepping away.
I stifled a whimper, hoping for so much more, but then he took my hand and led me back up the stairs and everything again seemed normal with the world. Except for the fact that my boss had just touched my pussy and claimed me by putting a collar on me that I was still wearing.
The office looked a lot like the one at work, only this one at his house didn’t have a bit bay window and the desk was up against a wall, with the stereo right next to it. Seth led me to the desk, sitting me down on the chair.
Taking control of the computer, he opened a new document file and put a pair of headphones around my neck, on top of the collar. I stayed still like a good pet, waiting for my master’s instructions.
“Piled on the stereo is a stack of demos. I want you to go through them, writing notes on your thoughts as you listen,” he instructed me. “Include your thoughts on whether you think they should be signed to Suspicious Activity, and explain why or why not. They have all already been through the initial elimination and made it to the short list.”
“Yes, master.”
“I don’t want you to leave this room, to leave this chair, until I come back for you. Do not look away from the computer except to change CDs.”
“Yes, master.”
He was gone, and that sucked, but I had my instructions. My master had a job for me to do, and I was determined to make him proud of me.
The work went faster than I thought. It was a bit slow-going at first, but I was soon putting down my thoughts in the most efficient way, fitting essays into paragraphs of actual text, since each of the demos were only two to four songs long.
It actually became quite enjoyable after a while. At least until the work was done. Then I just sat there, watching the blink of the thin line, waiting for my master to return.
“Finished already?” he finally came in and asked me.
I nearly melted at the sound of his voice. It was all I could do not to hug him, something he hadn’t given me permission for and that was thereby forbidden, at least in my mind. With one hand massaging the back of my neck, and the other working the scroll wheel on the mouse, Seth checked over my work.
“Very good, pet. Very good indeed,” he said. “This will be quite helpful. I think you deserve a reward.”
Honestly, his praise was reward enough, but I wasn’t about to say that. I was his to use and if he wanted to reward me, I was in no position to argue. Nor did I really have any desire to.
My eyes opened up as he kissed me soft on the lips. More from surprise than anything. Making out was never big on my list of extracurriculars, either in high school or college, so it was mostly guesswork to me.
Even so, Seth seemed satisfied with my performance. At least in the way that he never corrected me.
Mostly, I just followed his lead and tried to keep up. After moving down to my chin, he worked his way down my neck, going over the collar on his way to my chest. He took his time there, giving each of my breasts lots of tender loving care, sucking one, while making sure to massage the other, nearly making me cum from the sensations on my nipples alone.
Before I could, though, he kept on moving. Down between my breasts and over my belly, soon reaching my pelvis. Then he played with my nipples some more.
“That’s a good girl,” he told me. “I love your big tits and your curvy body. I love how you let me do whatever I want to you.”
“Yes, master,” I said.
Before long, he was between my legs, pushing my knees apart as he kissed my thighs. I had some idea of what he was going to do, but no real conception of when or how.
Revelation came soon enough, though, when, like a burst of pure light, Seth was licking me in places and in ways I only knew about by rumor and hearsay. No one had ever gone down on me before, at least not like that, and the sudden change in perspective was something like an epip
hany.
Leaning me back in the chair as he pulled my hips forward, Seth put my legs over his shoulders as he buried his face deeper into my sweet pussy, lapping at its lips and gently sucking my clit until I was nearly screaming with pure joy.
I lost myself in the sensations crashing over me. This was my first time doing anything like this with a man, and I’d never felt pleasure like this before.
Seth’s mouth was far more talented than my own fingers and I had never experienced anyone else’s touch, but I was glad because I knew that even if I had, it couldn’t compare to this. And the orgasm that exploded through me was more intense than any I’d given myself before, leaving me howling his name and dissolving into a boneless, breathless ragdoll.
He seemed to sense that he’d absolutely shattered me, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he rose to his feet, licking his lips.
Scooping me up into his arms, he lovingly carried me into the bathroom for a divine bubble bath, making me glad I hadn’t showered earlier.
Chapter Six
Seth
It was a vision. My sweet pet curled up at the foot of my bed. The morning light played through her hair, giving her a golden halo.
There was an unfamiliar feeling in my chest. A stirring I couldn’t quite identify but liked nonetheless.
She had been so good. Doing all the work I told her to, following my every will, including when I put the cuffs on her. She was new at it, so I took things easy, using the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, not going so far as to link them together. She wasn’t ready for stress positions yet.
Moving carefully, I stroked her hair as she breathed soft, Jonna shifting only slightly, still giving me a better view of her transcendent hourglass figure. Moving nearly by itself, my hand moved along her body, caressing along the peaks and valleys of her delicious curves from her neck to her feet, exploring every inch of her skin.
Overcome by temptation, I lovingly massaged her feet, stopping only when she started to stir. It wasn’t how I wanted to wake her up. Releasing contact, I waited until she settled down.
When she was calm again, I took her by the hips and turned her toward me and then bent her knees up near her chest.
Her soft pink pussy was fully exposed to me and open to anything I wanted to do. I could already smell her excitement, which only made me want her all the more. Shifting a bit, so that I was in the right position, I put a hand on her hip, for leverage, and devoured her sweet tenderness.
With a soft flinch of surprise, the beauty awoke, her moans of pleasure filling the space, echoing off the freshly painted walls. The sound gained in intensity, along with my licks, until she was nearly wailing with pleasure and abandon. My tongue lapped at her beautiful pussy like her sweet juices contained the secret to eternal life.
With a final buck and squeal of pleasure, she climaxed, back arching and fingers digging into the bedding beneath her. Slowly, she came down, settling back down onto the duvet, breathing hard. I kissed my way back up her heated skin, tenderly massaging her pussy as she recovered from the orgasmic high.
When she had settled down, I kept my hand where it was as I fed her my cock. I worked her pussy to a second beautiful climax as she gave my throbbing cock sweet release, the thick shaft barely fitting into her warm little mouth. I helped her out by moving the way I liked to feel it, so all she really had to do was suck.
It was a gentle form of face-fucking that turned out quite well, Jonna coming on my hand in the same moment as my load flooded her mouth. She was clearly surprised by the sheer mouthful of cum but was a real trooper, swallowing most of it down. I took a wet wipe to clean off the little that she couldn’t quite get and kissed her affectionately.
I’d always held some sort of affection for my pets. There was no way for me to get it up otherwise. I wasn’t really into anonymous sex and had never been to a kink club, instead preferring to build relationships with people I already knew and play with them at home.
But I had to admit, this felt deeper than anything I’d felt before.
I had no idea what had gotten into me, thanks to Jonna, but I liked it.
Jonna’s cheeks had turned an adorable rosy pink, and I couldn’t help but to kiss them. She giggled, which only endeared her to me more. There was no question about it. I was going to fuck this gorgeous girl. I hurried to pull a condom from the bedside drawer and open it.
Taking Jonna by her hip, I rolled her onto her back, caressing my hands down her legs to the shackles that bound her ankles. Releasing her legs one at a time, I pulled her down toward me, so that she was at the edge of the bed while I was standing on the floor.
Jonna saw my cock and the condom in my hand and realized where this was going, suddenly turning from giggly to very serious.
After rolling the latex down my shaft, I put her still bound hands above her head, holding them there with one hand, as I put her legs over my shoulders with the other, bending down to shorten the distance between us.
“Fuck,” she moaned, as I stroked the head of my cock against her dripping wet pussy.
“That’s the idea, pet.”
Another sweet giggle escaped her, cut short by the sharp gasp as I eased into her tight hole.
“Are you okay, pet?”
She nodded quickly, the pleasure apparently so strong as to prevent her from forming words.
Holding her bound hands above her head, I started to push into her again. Caressing my cock slowly inside her tight little pussy, I felt her body adjust as I moved. Getting in to about half-mast, I gave her a moment to get used to being filled up so completely.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “That feels great, sir.”
When I could feel her starting to relax, the desires of her mind and the response of her body falling into sync, I started to pump. Rocking my cock deep inside her, her moans fell in line with the rhythm as I held her in submission, which she didn’t seem to mind at all.
“It feels fucking amazing,” I told her. “You are one hot little pet and I want to keep my cock in that tight pussy of yours.”
Heat and passion radiated between us as we moved together, Jonna moving her hips to meet each of my thrusts as I fucked her to a massive, screaming orgasm.
The feeling of her already tight pussy clenching around me like a vice grip was enough to tip me over the edge, and I poured my load into the condom between us with a sharp groan. Slowly, slightly reluctantly, I pulled out of her and tossed the used latex in the trash.
Jonna lay limp and helpless in the center of my head, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Undoing the wrist cuffs, I scooped her up and carried her from the master bedroom, her warm cheek pressed against my bare chest.
“How are you doing, pet?” I asked her.
Jonna hadn’t quite passed out, but she had lost equilibrium, at least for a while. It was clear from the glassy look in her eyes.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I’ve just never experienced anything like that before.”
“Good,” I told her. “Let me get you in the bath again.”
I carried her there like a ragdoll and drew the water for her before helping her in.
She gazed up at me and smiled, clearly relaxed in the warm water, but unable to form words. There were no bubbles in the bath this time, so I could see every inch of her beautiful, voluptuous body, not that she seemed to mind in the least.
I dipped my hand into the water and reached down to stroke her pussy, just to see what would happen.
She hummed a bit from the sensation, but that was it. She didn’t object, or try to pull away. She was completely mine.
She’d taken the vow before I’d collared her, of course, but words were easy to say. It was another thing to live up to them.
My Jonna had the power of her convictions. Which was more than I could say for many wannabe pets that I’d met.
“Are you hungry? Or would you like to start training?” I asked her.
“Training,” she said immed
iately.
There were two ways that word could have been used, but she seemed equally up for either one, whether it meant job training, or training as my pet.
I really did love thinking of her as my pet. It was much better than ‘submissive’ or ‘slave.’ The word ‘pet’ accurately reflected the love, loyalty and dedication involved in the lifestyle which, in more cases than not, entailed no element of servitude. One had to have a choice before they could effectively give it up.
People wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I was steeped in philosophy, especially the sort of existentialism that deals with power dynamics. Not because I was in any way persuaded by it, but because it was best to know what tune the devil was playing.
Before Autumn Corrosion really went anywhere, I’d applied to a few different colleges, getting accepted to many, mostly on the strength of my essays, which poked some cave-sized holes in Hegel and Foucault. Then we got our first tour, and I had had a very difficult choice to make.
Of course, I’d chosen the music. But I still hung onto the study of philosophy in my own way.
Before Jonna could get wrinkly, I got her out of the tub and dried her off, my sweet little pet standing perfectly still, letting me touch and move her exactly how I saw fit. Wrapping her hair in a fresh towel, I swaddled Jonna in a soft, silk robe, doing the belt up snug.
Taking her by the hand, I led her to the dining room to fuel up for the coming day. She had said she wasn’t too hungry but I wanted to make sure she was able to focus.
Fun was fun, by definition, but there was still work to be done. I was Jonna’s mentor as well as her master and took both roles equally seriously. After she was sufficiently fucked, bathed and fed, reality started to assert itself once more.
“More demo notes, master?” Jonna asked quietly.
“Not exactly. Another way we find artists is looking through self-published videos online,” I told her. “A lot of it sucks or is derivative, especially the covers. Every so often, though, something truly wonderful and original, something slightly raw, comes up. That’s what I’m looking for. Something that could be great with proper production. I already know you have great taste, so maybe you can find it for me.”
