Copyright © 2015 by, Tara Cummings
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Excerpt:
… Slowly I played the tip of my fingers against her opening. My tongue flicked against her clit as my fingers dipped inside her pussy. Her breathing sped up, I was doing it just as she liked. I held my suckling kiss in position, thrusting my fingers in and out until she reached down and patted my head in approval.
I pulled back. Her pussy was covered in my saliva and her juices, slippery and wet and ready to cum for me. I wanted to feel her fingers inside me, but I didn't dare ask, it wasn't my place.
A pet never made requests of her mistress. I took what was offered and I took it graciously. I pushed my fingers a little deeper as I slid my tongue around her clit with a girlish smile…
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The red velvet pillow sat by the front door and every day at six o’clock sharp when my mistress would return home, I would be kneeling on the velvet pillow waiting for her.
I would be completely naked with the exception of the black collar around my neck and the chain that hung from it. When my mistress stepped through the door, set down her purse, and took off her coat she would greet me with a pat on the head before taking the end of the chain and leading me upstairs after her. I always crawled after her unless we were in public.
Things were different when we were in public. I always had to wear my collar, after all it was part of my contractual agreement with my mistress, but the chain could be removed. My mistress reminded me with no more than a glance if I wandered too far from her side. I knew far better than to do anything to disrespect the bond I had with her.
When my mistress returned home and led me upstairs, she would strip out of her work clothes and I would run a bath for her. While the warm water ran I would kneel beside the tub and wait for the water to rise just enough to please her. Then I would turn it off and return to my kneeling position.
My mistress would come in to the bathroom stripped naked, but I would not be permitted to touch her and on occasion, if instructed so, I wasn’t even allowed to look at her naked body while she got in to the warm bath.
As my mistress laid in the bath, she would request that I wash her clean of the day's dirty work. I would take a sponge in hand and I would soap her warm skin and cleanse her until she was satisfied.
Then she would instruct me to return to my place. I would kneel beside the bathtub waiting for her to finish. When she was ready to get out she would order me to fetch her large, freshly laundered robe from the towel warmer and hold it so she could slip in to it more easily. My mistress would tie the robe closed and I would place her slippers beside the tub so that she could step in to them as she exited the bath.
While she walked to the bedroom to dress in the evening wear that I had selected for her, I would set to work in the bathroom. The first thing I would do is pull the plug from the bathtub and once the water was drained, I would wash and scrub down the tub sides so that my mistress’s bath the following evening would be just as pleasant. After the bathtub was cleaned, I would dry the bathroom floor to ensure she did not slip if she should return. Finally, I would kneel and wait beside the bathroom door and wait for her to return for me.
Upon returning for me, she would bring me to the bedroom where I would be tasked with taking her robe down to be laundered so that it would be prepared for the following day’s routine. When I returned to her in the bedroom, I would always be rewarded for my hard work.
One of my favorite rewards was to please my mistress with my mouth. I loved to watch her face as I licked up her pussy, sliding the tip of my tongue up her wet slit as she tugged on my leash. I knew there was nothing she loved more than watching me lick and swallow every drop of her juices that she had to offer. It was her gift to me and I took every drop of it, every time.
I had gotten quiet used to our ritual and loved it more than anything else.
“Come to your mistress, my pet.” She patted the bed next to her as I stood in the doorway completely naked, my small tits heaving up and down slowly with each breath. I did as I was told and crawled on to the bed beside her. She took the end of my chain with a smile.
“Would you like to pleasure me, my pet?” Her voice was smooth and calm. I could already feel the excitement building between my legs at the thought of giving pleasure to her. I nodded timidly.
“Speak up my dear.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I would like that very much.” I smiled, a pink blush rising in my cheeks.
“Ahhh… Have I embarrassed you?” I could already feel the redness on my cheeks deepening. I nodded slightly. “Well, I am sorry, that wasn't my intention.”
She placed her hand on the back of my head, stroking my long black hair with a smile. “Why don't we start with pleasing your mistress, my pet? Something we both know that you are very good at.” She winked with a smile and I giggled. She nodded, giving me permission to begin when I was ready. She slackened my leash.
I blinked slowly as I slid a little way down the bed to her waist. She had put on dress pants which likely meant that she had a meeting later in the evening so I had to remember not to get a single drop of our fun on her pants.
I tugged gently on her thin leather belt. As it came undone I moved on to the zipper of her pants. At a teasing pace I opened those too, letting my fingertips brush against her mound as I did. My breath quivered, my hunger to please and taste my mistress was almost too much, almost more than I could take.
My dainty fingers gripped the waist of her pants, letting her know that I needed her help in slipping them down. She helped me pull them down her legs. I now found myself looking at her wet pussy under the soft cotton of her panties. I rubbed my fingers over the soft material, feeling her quiver under my feather touch.
“Mmmmm…” She hummed as she leaned her head back and took a deep breath in. I rubbed the palm of my hand over her pussy lips, feeling the wetness cling to her panties under my hand and wishing I could get more.
My mistress forbids sex other than oral in the afternoon, it promotes laziness she says, but I am always mindful to obey her rules so I continued to massage her with the heel of my hand.
“Lick me.” She said with her eyes closed and her head still back, almost as if she were sleeping. I didn’t hesitate to obey her, as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties, tugging them softly until she relented and lifted her plump ass off the bed to allow me to slide them down.
I slid them down over her thighs, her knees, her calves, her feet…
My mistress hates to be bound by her underwear. ‘On or off’ she says, not somewhere in between. At all times she must remain in charge.
When I returned my attention to her pussy I could already see the anticipation of my touch as her legs twitched and squirmed underneath me. Every vein pulsated and ached for me, her lesbian pet. Leaning down, I let my long dark hair brush against her wetness. I swayed my head back and forth gently allowing my hair to tease her before I leaned in further and slowly slid my tongue up her wet cleft.
“That's a good girl.” Her v
oice was controlled, but I knew that she was filled with juices and ready to explode. She would never allow herself to orgasm so early. She always prided herself on her strict control of everything in her life and my tight young pussy knew that well.
It wasn't often that I slipped up in my duties as my mistress’s pet, but when I did, more often than not, it was something I did on purpose with the intent of getting punished. I knew if she ever found out how much I relished our spanking sessions I would be in even more trouble. It was my little secret I kept from her.
The sudden burst of butterflies that I felt when I was placed across her lap for a spanking, my bare ass showing…that was a priceless feeling. There were few things that compared…at least in my book. When my mistress drew back her hand and spanked me it would send shivers up my spine with every crack of her skin against mine. As the prickles of pain spread across my ass cheeks, I would feel my pussy tighten and thoughts of cumming would take over my mind.
I swirled the tip of my tongue around her swollen clit. She gasped and pulled on my leash just a little, causing my neck to crane. I smiled, knowing that I had done something to please her. I looked up at her with a sideways glance as I stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip around her clit again.
I could feel her body jolt underneath my touch. I steadied myself, one hand on her thighs, the other on her stomach. Her skin was still warm from her bath and the soft cotton of her shirt trapped the heat underneath it. Slowly, my hand trailed up her flat tummy and grabbed ahold of her naked tit. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as I pinched and puller her nipple until it budded erect.
I gave her a soft grin as I leaned down, opening my mouth just a little, just enough to press her sensitive clit against my lips. As I pressed her up against my kiss I let my tongue flick out. I hollowed my cheeks and suckled at her sensitive nub.
As I pleased her with my mouth, I could feel my whole body shake with pleasure. I wanted more than anything to make her cum in an instant. I wanted to give her instant gratification, but I knew it wouldn't please her.
Slowly I played the tip of my fingers against her opening. My tongue flicked against her clit as my fingers dipped inside her pussy. Her breathing sped up, I was doing it just as she liked. I held my suckling kiss in position, thrusting my fingers in and out until she reached down and patted my head in approval.
I pulled back. Her pussy was covered in my saliva and her juices, slippery and wet and ready to cum for me. I wanted to feel her fingers inside me, but I didn't dare ask, it wasn't my place.
A pet never made requests of her mistress. I took what was offered and I took it graciously. I pushed my fingers a little deeper as I slid my tongue around her clit with a girlish smile. I curled them inside her wet slit, my tongue now lapping up and down her pussy like a horny dog.
There were few things that I loved the taste of more than her pussy juices, but when it came to the taste of my mistress's cum, there was nothing else I would rather taste in the world. Once I had begged her to squirt in a champagne glass for me and while she watched, I drank the entire glass.
She said it was the hottest thing that she had ever seen and I knew it was one of the best things that I had ever done for her. I had asked my mistress to repeat the incident only once, but to my dismay she refused and told me she simply ‘wasn't in the mood’ that night. I hadn't asked again, although I had fantasized about it every time that I had my face between her legs.
As I built up a steady speed with my tongue I could feel my pussy dripping for her. I wanted her so badly that I thought about abandoning all the rules and forcing her hand inside my tight slit. I knew if I did there would be more than just ‘consequences.’ You didn't just make the mistress do things, she gave it to you or you did not have it at all. I started kissing against her clit, suckling at it with pursed lips.
“Mmmm.” She looked down at me with a smile.
“Are you enjoying yourself, my pet?” She asked in breathy and interrupted words. I nodded against her pussy.
“Not too fast now…” She reached down petting my head, her fingers running through my hair.
She let out a quivered moan as I pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy. I moved quicker knowing that she was on the brink. Her body stiffened and finally that rush of wet sweetness squirted against my mouth and along my tongue.
Quickly, I swallowed and gulped in time for a second mouthful. Then a third. I wasn't going to waste a single drop of her precious juices.
With the last squirt of her pussy I leaned up and smiled. I could hear her hurried breathing. As I looked up and modestly wiped my lips, I smiled at her innocently. She smiled back with labored breath.
“Mmmm, you did well my pet.” Her tongue wetted her lips as she lifted her head to give me a wink before settling back on to the pillow. I smiled happily.
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
Nothing made my happier than praise from my mistress. Except attention from her, so when she decided to skip her dinner meeting that night, I could hardly contain my excitement.
“I have a little something else planned instead.” I listened to her intently.
That night couldn't come fast enough, but when it did and when I found myself kneeling beside the dining table in front of a plate of oysters while my mistress sat with her own plate, I knew the night was going to hold some fun.
I had always been a fan of oysters and eating a plate of them for my mistress was the most sensual experience. She watched my devour each one and with each one I smiled shyly at her and licked my lips and fingers clean after placing the shell back down on the plate.
The oysters were followed by a main course of finger foods. This time I wasn't given my own plate, but my mistress opted to feed me from her plate. As I knelt naked on my heels, my small perky nipples erect in the cool air, I waited patiently for each bite to be slipped in to my mouth. As she spooned each bite size piece of food between my lips, I would smile and chew slowly with my eyes closed, truly experiencing each individual taste before I swallowed and took a sip of her wine.
The night continued with plenty of good food and I reveled in being treated like a pet princess. When the main course was over, I was summoned to stand and come closer to her side. I watched as she stood up and went to a cabinet across the room. She came back with my favorite toy, a big pink strap on vibrator. I loved it when she stuffed her pink cock inside me. I could barely contain my excitement. She quickly took off her pants and fastened the harness around her hips and sat back down.
“My pet, I want you to straddle me.” I smiled gently and nodded hungrily.
She pushed her chair back from the table just enough for me to slip myself between the chair and the table and hop on to her lap, the big strap on cock between us. I wrapped my arms around her neck, my leash dangled from my neck and was dangling over the side of the chair.
“Stuff it inside you my pet.” She ordered as she reached down and clicked on the vibrator. Her voice was much more sultry than usual as she spoke. I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. Her lips were soft and they parted for mine as I leaned in to the kiss. I felt her tongue slide over my lips before darting softly, slowly in to my mouth and then her lips pressed harder as she reached up and grabbed the back of my head hard, pulling me against her mouth.
As the vibrating cock brushed against my wet pussy, I could barely control my need for it inside me. I leaned up a little as she reached down to aim the dildo against my opening. With one smooth movement her buzzing cock slipped inside my tight pussy and I let out a loud gasp.
“Ahhh!” My mistress smiled at my expression as the strap on sank inside me.
“I like to keep you on your toes, my pet.” She grinned as she placed a hand on either side of me, just slightly above my hips and gently lifted my smaller body.
My tight hole slid along the length of the cock before she guided me back down again. I slid my tongue over my lips, moistening them and leaving them shimmering. My mistress pulled me forward, devou
ring my lips with her own as she thrust her hips upward, pushing the buzzing strap on deeper inside. She let out a brief grunt against my lips as the vibrating harness pressed against her clit.
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