This contains sexual situations.  Well, maybe not so 
much in Part 1.  BUT...if it offends you, or if you are 
under 21, you should not read this.  

Also, please do not post or repost this without my 
permission.

This is a switch for me.  What do you all think out 
there in cyberland?  Opinions and flattery ALWAYS 
accepted.  :)


PET - part1 by Pami (pami1968@aol)


He waited anxiously for her arrival.  He had wanted to 
meet her for so long...it was like an ache in the pit 
of his soul.  They had been chatting on the net for a 
few months.  First, just casual friends, and then one 
day, it happened.    


*********************************


He had chastised her for delaying in responding to one 
of his emails.  Her response startled him.  He had 
expected one of her usual disclaimers about working too 
much, not being online very often... instead, she 
offered no excuses.  

"If you don't like me, you don't have to talk to me 
anymore.  If you want to continue this, then it 
continues at MY pace, not yours.  Do you understand?"

He sat looking at the screen for a moment.  Wondering 
what she meant.  If anything.  And he realized that he 
actually cared what she thought.  How she felt.  The 
concept of not having her in his life, even at this 
superficial level, was foreign to him.  He wanted to 
please her.  He wanted to make himself as important to 
her as she had become to him.

He pondered, and wrote back, "I understand.  I only 
want to make you happy. Please...let me."

She smiled as she read his answer.  She was a 
changeable creature.  One moment happy and carefree, 
the next pouting and sulking, the next sensual and 
erotic, the next demanding and cruel.  Her mood swings 
were many, but they were part of her.  And if he wanted 
to be part of her life, then he needed to realize that.
She liked him...very much.  She wanted to meet this man 
who had touched her.  He made her feel cherished and 
appreciated.  Oh....it sounded silly, she supposed, 
that someone with whom you only exchange words on a 
computer screen could help you feel a certain way, but 
sometimes... sometimes... it helped to know the mind 
behind the person before the physical person.

She replied,  "It is time.  We need to meet.  Are you 
ready?"

His heart swelled when he read her latest message.  He 
had seen pictures of her.  He knew she was beautiful.  
She insisted that she wasn't, but he reminded her that 
beauty was in the eye of the beholder.  The twinkle in 
her dark eyes, the silkiness of her long hair, the 
creaminess of her skin... these were all things that he 
wanted to see and touch with his hand, not just his 
head.  He wanted to make her know that he thought she 
was the epitome of womanhood.

"Name the place and the time.  I am at your disposal," 
he answered. 

She licked her lips, like a cat finishing a bowl of 
cream.  He was yummy, she thought.  Tall and broad-
shouldered.  Strong, even features, blue eyes that 
showed his inner thoughts.  She had looked at his 
pictures a multitude of times.  She wanted him.  Now, 
she thought, she would have him.  In every way.  He 
waited anxiously.  There was no response from her.  Had 
he erred in some way?  Was she only playing with him? 
He closed his eyes and stretched in his chair.  He must 
have pushed too hard.  She was going to disappear now, 
and he would never have the chance to see those 
luscious lips, those tempting breasts, those curving 
hips in person.  As the thoughts of despair swept 
through him, he heard the PING of a received email.

"Meet me tonight.  Smokey Joe's on Fifth Ave. Seven o-
clock.  Wear a blue buttoned-down oxford shirt and 
jeans.  And... don't be late."

He smiled and laughed.  The trembling feeling swept 
through him and he guessed that this was where the 
phrase "giddy as a schoolgirl" came from.  He quickly 
typed his response.  "Yes Ma'am.  I will be there."  
And sent it.

She opened the email.  Her eyes scanned the two lines 
he had written, and she smiled.  And licked her lips.  

*************************************

She was there at 6:30.  She waited outside, in her car, 
wanting to see if he had followed her instructions.  At 
about 6:45, a blue Ford Explorer pulled up.  She 
squinted in the half-light as someone got out.  
Yes...it was him.  She smiled as she saw the shirt and 
jeans.  She saw him look around nervously, and her 
smile broadened.  It was good that he was a bit on 
edge.  What was running through his mind, she wondered, 
as she watched him stride into the bar.

He looked around as he entered.  Thank God, this wasn't 
one of those smoke-filled bars where a permanent cloud 
seemed to linger, blocking the views of the patrons.  
He knew she detested cigarette smoke, and found it 
ironic that a place called "Smokey Joe's" was actually 
smoke-free.  He didn't see anyone that looked remotely 
like her, so he walked up to the bar and ordered a 
bottle of beer.  He paid and walked over to a table 
against the wall and sat down so he had a view of the 
front door.  He was really nervous.  He reassured 
himself that she was just a woman.  Like any other 
woman.  He gave a wry grin to himself as he realized 
that no, she was NOT like any other woman.  She was 
fascinating to him.  And he hoped that he was at least 
interesting enough to her that she would give him a 
chance to show her how much he cared for her already.

His eyes clouded over as he envisioned her in one of 
the pictures she had sent him.  It was a plain old 
snapshot of her at a party.  Her hair waved over her 
shoulders and her eyes twinkled at the camera as she 
smiled, obviously enjoying herself.  It was apparent 
from the picture that she was somewhat overweight, in 
fact, he thought she looked...abundant.  That was a 
good word, he nodded to himself.  He had always fancied 
women with a bit of meat on their bones...provided they 
had the curves in the right places, of course.  That
picture was from the waist up, and he could tell, she 
certainly had the curves happening.

She smiled as she walked through the door and spied him 
right away.  She had lingered in the parking lot, 
planning on being a little late.  Better to keep him on 
edge.  He looked adorable sitting there.  His eyes were 
staring off into space and he had a slight smile on his 
face.  She hoped he was thinking of her.  Because he 
was even more delectable in person than she had thought 
previously, and she could not WAIT to find out all 
about him.  She strolled over to his table.

"Waiting not too long?" he heard a slightly out of 
breath voice ask him.

He focused in on the speaker.  It was HER!  Finally.  
He automatically glanced at his watch. 7:10, it said.

"You are late," he told her.  "In fact, I thought you 
weren't coming."  He hadn't even noticed the time, he 
had been so wrapped up in his daydream, but she didn't 
need to know that.  He smiled at her, ameliorating the 
sting of his words.

"Pardon me, I MUST have the wrong person," she said, as 
her face froze and her eyes grew icy.  She drew herself 
up and turned to walk away.  She was determined that 
SHE would direct this meeting, not him, and if he 
couldn't handle it, then she didn't want to let this go 
any farther. 

He pushed his chair back and sprang to his feet.  He 
leapt after her and grabbed her elbow.  "No, PLEASE.  
Don't leave.  I'm sorry.  I was just joking.  
Please...sit down.  Give me a chance."

She pointedly looked at his hand grasping her arm and 
then back up into his eyes.  Be strong, she told 
herself.  Don't give in.

He removed his hand and started babbling.  About how he 
wanted to meet her for so long, and how wonderful she 
looked, and how he was stupid for overreacting, and it 
was only a friendly joke, and how he really just wanted 
to get to know her.

She let him ramble for a bit.  He WAS nervous, she 
thought.  She let him convince her to sit down at the 
table, and asked him to go get her a beer.  He did, 
jumping at her request eagerly.  That was a good sign, 
she reflected.  He had potential.  

He came back with her drink and they sat and talked. 
And laughed.  The conversation was general.  They 
talked about his work, her work, their families and 
friends.  It was like their emails, but better, because 
he could sit there and look into her mesmerizing eyes.  
He watched them sparkle at him when he said something 
particularly witty.  He watched them grow soft when he 
said something serious.  Oh, she was ten times more 
alluring in person than on the computer. He finished 
his beer quickly and got up to get another.  Until he 
saw her small frown.  He thought that he didn't want 
her to think he was a lush, so he sat back down.  

"If you want another drink, go ahead and get it," she 
told him.  "Don't stop yourself on MY account."  There 
was just the faintest hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Oh.  No.  No, I don't want another," he replied.

"Are you sure?  I mean... I don't want to cramp your 
style," she told him.

"No.  No.  I am positive.  Just sitting here with you 
is enough to make me drunk on your beauty," he 
answered, proud of himself for working that in.

She laughed.  "Very good.  I AM impressed.  And I 
doubted if you were ever going to get around to 
complimenting me."

And with that, the floodgates opened.  He told her the 
truth.  That he thought she was gorgeous.  Everything 
about her made him want to touch her, hold her, kiss 
her, even worship her.

She smiled at that.  "WORSHIP me?  Puleeze!"

"No, I am serious.  You were meant to be adored and I 
am only happy that someone else hasn't beaten me to it.  
I want to make you understand that.  Give me that 
chance.  Please," he told her earnestly.

She wondered if he knew what he was saying.  She knew.  
She knew without a doubt that she wanted to see him 
again.  She wanted to take him into her life and make 
him hers.  She wanted to feel his eyes and his hands 
and his lips all over her.  Indeed... she wanted him to 
worship her.

She glanced at her watch.  "Well, I must be going.  
Have to get my beauty sleep, you know.  Would you like 
to do this again sometime?" she asked in as casual a 
tone as she could.  This was the moment of truth.  She 
needed to maintain the upper hand.

He looked at her.  He wondered what she was thinking.  
How could she be so casual?  How could she be so 
unfeeling?  He had just laid his soul in front of her 
and she was talking about LEAVING?!  Still, she did 
leave open the chance of seeing her again.

"YES!"  he practically shouted, drawing some looks from 
nearby patrons.  He quieted his tone.  "Yes.  I do.  Do 
you really have to go?" he asked in a forlorn tone.

She reminded him that she had to work in the morning, 
but suggested meeting that Friday night.  She would 
make him dinner.  At her place.  Provided he promised 
to do the dishes, she smiled.

He felt wonderful again.  He assented, and they set a 
time.  She gave him directions and left.  He watched 
her walk out of the bar, her hips gently swaying back 
and forth, and he knew.  He wanted her, and that Friday 
night, he would have her.



PET - part 2 (M/F) 


The next few days were long ones for her.  Work was 
stressful this week, but she knew when she got home 
each day that there would be an email from him to cheer 
her up.  He had written about how much he wanted to get 
to know her better.  How she was a mysteriously 
fascinating woman to him, and he wanted to get under 
her skin as much as she had gotten under his.  Little 
did he know that he HAD.  His honesty and refreshing 
enthusiasm was spellbinding.  She was
falling under HIS spell, and it was supposed to be the 
other way around, she thought wryly.

Friday evening.  6 o'clock.  Her doorbell rang, and she 
went to answer it.  He was waiting on her doorstep, 
wearing khaki dockers and another oxford shirt.  He 
looked so darn cute, especially with that one stray 
lock of hair falling over his forehead.  He slightly 
bowed before her and offered a bouquet of flowers. 

He was entranced.  She looked beautiful.  A pale pink 
sweater and a little black pleated skirt.   Her hair 
was pulled back into a low ponytail, exposing her 
throat.  Delicious smells wafted towards him.  
"Mmmmm...smells wonderful.  What are we having?" he 
asked he as he offered his flowers to her.

"Nothing special, just roast chicken, baked potato, 
salad," she answered, waving him in.

He followed her into the living room.  A large smooshy-
looking sofa dominated the room.  The TV was on, but 
the sound was turned down, and a CD player played 
classical music.  Mozart, he thought, although he 
wasn't an expert.  Warring with the aromas from the 
kitchen were the floral scents of about seven or eight 
large candles burning throughout the room.  It was a 
comfortable room, he thought.  It fit her.

She put the flowers in the kitchen and rejoined him, 
carrying two champagne glasses and a bottle with her.  
He arched an eyebrow at her as she commanded, "Sit."

Sit he did.  The couch WAS as comfy as it looked.  He 
glanced over by the tv and noticed a picnic basket, and 
wondered idly what was in it.  She looked at him and 
offered him a glass.

"Bubbly?" she asked smokily, with a gleam in her eye.  

He held out his glass and she filled it, and then hers.  
She sat down next to him, and raised her glass.  He 
followed suit, and asked to what were they drinking.

"Possibilities.  Let's drink to you and I and 
possibilities."  

The way she said it, he felt himself stir.  He had 
dreamed of what would happen here tonight.  The had 
thought of taking her to bed and ravishing her.  Of 
caressing her curves with his hands and lips.  Of 
biting her soft flesh.  Of filling her with him.  Of  
taking each other over and over until he couldn't be 
roused anymore.  Of lying in each other's arms, his 
head on her rounded breasts, feeling each other's 
hearts slow down.  Of just reveling in the touching of 
their bodies.

She smiled at him as they drank.  She wondered if he 
knew what she wanted from him.  She wondered if he knew 
what HE wanted.  She thought not.  But she was going to 
show him.  Of that she was certain.

They made small talk and sipped their drinks.  They 
moved into the dining room and ate supper together, 
laughing and flirting with their eyes.  He raved over 
her cooking.  She modestly denied doing anything 
special, and reminded him that he was on dish duty when 
they were done.  As they finished up the meal, they 
companionably cleared the table into the kitchen.  He 
groaned when he realized that she didn't have an 
automatic dishwasher.  And she laughed as she told that 
was what HE was there for!

She filled the sink with hot water and they piled the 
dishes in, as she told him to leave them to soak.  He 
had no problem with that, and followed her back into 
the living room.  She refilled their glasses.  

She wondered if he realized how much he had drank.  
They were on their second bottle of champagne, but she 
had only had three glasses, and he had consumed the 
balance.  He was quite tipsy, she thought.  It was 
time.

She sat him down on the sofa.  And leaned over him.  He 
was sure she was going to kiss him, and he couldn't 
wait.  Her sweater hugged her ample curves, and when he 
looked up, he looked right into the valley between her 
breasts.  It was dark and shadowed, and he leaned 
forward just a bit and inhaled.  He could smell the 
enticing scent of vanilla, he thought.

Her sharp tone stopped him in mid-reverie.  "WHAT are 
you doing?" she asked in a clipped voice.

He was confused.  The night was going so well.  The way 
she had bent over him, he thought she WANTED him to 
look at her.  And he wanted to look at her.  Touch her.  
All over.  Especially those magnificent tits.

"I... I... I'm sorry?" he offered.

"Excuse me?" she asked in a dangerous tone.  "Sorry for 
WHAT?"

"I am sorry for... sorry for..." he struggled to phrase 
it in just the right way, but it was hard with her 
standing so close, glaring at him.

"Hmmmm??"

"Sorry for looking at you that way." he finished 
miserably.  He knew that he had just ruined his plans 
for the night.  There would be no holding her.  No 
touching, no caressing, no lovemaking.  Nothing.  His 
face was bleak.

"That's not good enough," she told him.  "Tell me what 
you were looking at, HOW you were looking at it, and 
why you shouldn't have been."  He groaned.  This was 
unbelievable.  She was the most maddeningly moody woman 
he had ever met.  And yet...he was still thrilled by 
her.  He still wanted her.  He still wanted to touch 
her.  Everywhere.

"Yes, Ma'am." he started.

"Miss," she interrupted him.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Yes, Miss," she spurred him on.

"Yes, Miss," he parroted, "I was looking at 
your...cleavage..."

"No, boy, you were looking at my TITS, weren't you?" 

"Yes, Miss," he started over.  "I was looking at your 
tits.  I was thinking that I wanted to bury my head in 
them.  And I shouldn't have been looking because you 
didn't tell me I could.  Right?" he asked hopefully, 
looking at her.

She relented.  "Now, see...that wasn't so bad, was it, 
boy?  You just tell me what you want and we'll see if 
we can help you out."

She was so excited.  He was on the edge.  She KNEW it.  
She KNEW that he was the right one.  He would love her 
the way she was meant to be loved.  She wanted him 
badly.  She loved his voice, his mind, his body, and 
his soul.  But...it would be HER way, or NO way.  

He shook his head.  The champagne was whirling through 
his system, clouding his judgment.  Did she just invite 
him to talk dirty to her?  That was what he THOUGHT he 
heard.  He cleared his throat, because it was suddenly 
dry.

She sat next to him.  She poured him another glass of 
champagne.  That was it for him, she thought.  She 
didn't want him drunk...just uninhibited.  She held it 
to his lips... "Drink...you are thirsty, aren't you?  
Drink..."  

He drank down about half of the glass.  And looked at 
her.  God, she was beautiful.  And if that was what she 
wanted, well, he would tell her exactly what he wanted 
to do to her.

"I want to take off all of your clothes," he started.

"Ah, ah, ahhh." she admonished.  

He looked at her confusedly.  What did she want NOW?

"What do you call me?" she asked sternly.

"Miss," he automatically answered.  He looked at her 
face, and her luscious lips parted in a smile.  He 
smiled back, and barely even noticed as she gently 
pushed him to his knees in front of her.  

"Miss," he started again, looking intently at her face 
above him, "Miss, I want to take your clothes off and 
touch your whole body."  He paused.  "I want to kiss 
your lips, and your neck, and your ti- I mean, your 
breasts," he continued as he watched her smile broaden.

"OH... sweet..." she smiled at him.  He was coming 
along beautifully.  She knew that he had a submissive 
streak in him.  He was drifting down the path that she 
wanted him to go down with only the barest nudges from 
her.  

He smiled dreamily back at her.  She was glorious.  It 
was going to happen.  He knew it.  She was going to let 
him make love to her.  It was so right...he hadn't ever 
felt this wonderful with a woman before.  It just felt 
like the world was in balance.  He would do anything 
for her.  And so he told her.

She looked into his crystal clear blue eyes.  She could 
see the genuineness in them.  He truly meant it.  He 
had just never realized that deep down he wanted to 
have someone control him.  She wondered if he realized 
that was exactly what was happening.  Well, he would by 
morning, she thought.  And he would be HERS.

She asked him to stand before her, as she remained 
seated on the sofa.  He did, softly swaying with the 
champagne running through his veins.  She took his hand 
and held it to her cheek.  His fingers automatically 
went to caress her, and she pulled away.

"No, pet.  You only touch what I want you to touch.  Do 
you understand?" she told him sternly.

"Yes."

Her smile disappeared.

"Yes, Miss," he tried again, and was rewarded when her 
smile reappeared and she pulled his hand over her 
cheeks. 

She took his index finger and ran it over her lips.  
She flicked her tongue out, tasting him.  Looking at 
his face while she did so.  He stared back at her.  
Captured by her touch.  The softness of her lips was 
incredible.  And she opened her mouth and sucked the 
finger inside the wet warmth....sucking and licking at 
him.

He couldn't help it.  He groaned.  Her mouth was 
amazingly hot and wet.  He wondered what it would feel 
like if it were his cock inside that mouth.  And he 
felt that cock grow and harden in his pants.

She glanced down at his crotch and saw the growing 
bulge.  She smiled around his finger, but didn't stop 
what she was doing.  Just a little more, she thought to 
herself.  Just a little more and he will be yours.

He wanted to rip his clothes off, throw her skirt up 
and pull her panties down.  He wanted to grind himself 
inside of her.  Damn it, he wanted to fuck her!

She saw the feeling in his eyes.  She pulled his finger 
out of his mouth and said, "Tell me, pet... tell me 
what you want...."

He opened his mouth and started.  "Miss," he said 
without prompting, "I want to fuck you.  I want to bury 
my cock inside you and make you come."

"Ahhh, pet...that is music to my ears.  Why don't you 
take your clothes off and show me what you have for 
me," she told him.

He started to strip hurriedly.  He drank her in with 
his eyes as she watched him avidly.  Her hands drifted 
over her breasts, kneading and stroking them through 
her sweater.  He could see her erect nipples even 
through the knit material of the sweater.  His mouth 
watered.  He tore off the rest of his clothes and 
reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock.  

"Please, Miss, let me suck your ti---breasts," he 
begged.

She half-smiled at him, at his eagerness.  "You mean, 
my TITS, don't you sweet?"

"Yes.  Yes.  I want to lick and suck your tits.  
Please," he moaned.

"Come down here, then," she told him.  And he sat down 
on the sofa next to her.

Her smile disappeared and that cold look of disapproval 
settled in her eyes.  He knew he had erred, and 
immediately slid to his knees on the floor in front of 
her.  His eyes were directly in line with her nipples 
and he couldn't help it, he stared at them.

She chuckled, and slowly pulled her sweater over her 
head.  Exposing the lace bra to his hungry eyes.  He 
could see her dark nipples through the fabric and 
started to lean towards them, until he faintly heard 
her disapproving noise.  He looked at her face, and 
knew what she wanted.  "Please.  Please, Miss...may I 
touch your glorious tits?"

"Yes, pet...but no hands....just your mouth," she told 
him.  She was so pleased.  He was SUCH a quick learner.  
She knew she was going to experience ecstasy with him 
tonight.  And she would make him come harder than he 
thought possible, binding him to her forever.

He opened his mouth and centered in on a nipple.  He 
grabbed it through her bra with his teeth and bit 
lightly.  He was pleased with her intake of breath.  He 
rolled it back and forth between his teeth, grasping 
his hands together behind his back to keep himself from 
using them to cup and knead that firm breast in his 
mouth.  God, his cock was hard.  He couldn't believe 
how hot he was.  He could smell the vanilla even more 
potently now.  It must be some sort of lotion on her 
skin, he idly thought, as he sucked that nipple through 
the fabric.  He wondered if the rest of her smelled the 
same.

She was wet, she knew.  She could feel the dampness of 
her pussy on her thighs.  His teeth felt SO good on her 
nipple.  But the other was getting neglected.  So she 
pulled away from him, ignoring his whimper, and pushed 
the other nipple at his mouth.  He latched onto it 
right away and worried it between his teeth.
She let out an involuntary moan.  "OOOhhhh, pet....that 
feels SOOOO good," she groaned.

He vaguely heard her and couldn't help himself.  He 
pulled his hands from behind his back and began 
massaging her tits through the bra.  Immediately she 
pulled away.

"Oh, pet, I am so disappointed in you," she told him in 
a downcast voice.

He recognized his error, and tried to plead ignorance.  
"Miss, I couldn't help myself.  You are just so 
beautiful and I couldn't help myself.  
Please...please...let me make it up to you.  Please," 
he begged.

She looked down at his eyes, and saw the contrition 
there.  She gloated inwardly.  Oh, he is SO delicious.  
Deliciously submissive and doesn't even realize it.

"Well, pet," she told him as she got up off the couch, 
"since you begged so nicely, I am going to forgive you 
this time.  BUT...." she added as she saw the smile on 
his face, "I am not going to take any more chances."  
With that she reached into the picnic basket and pulled 
out a set of black cuffs.

He looked at the cuffs, and he felt his cock pulse.  He 
had never been tied up.  He had never really thought 
about it.  But...as she walked over to him and told him 
to put his hands out to her, he couldn't deny the 
thrill of excitement that ran down his spine through 
his twitching prick as he felt the leather around his 
wrists.  She walked behind him and said, "Hands to the 
back, please."  And he automatically brought his hands 
behind his back and heard the click of a lock as they 
were fastened together.

She looked down at him.  He knelt on the carpet, 
sitting on his heels, hands behind his back, cock hard 
and pointing almost straight out.  She could see a 
small glisten at the end.  And she smiled at him.  He 
smiled back automatically.  She resumed her seat on the 
sofa and said, "Well, pet, since you handled that so 
well, I think you should get some reward, don't you?"

He nodded eagerly.  Her hands came up to her nipples 
and pulled on them.  She reached behind her and 
unfastened the lacy bra and pulled it off.   He moaned.  
There they were.  Those glorious tits.  The flesh was a 
creamy white and he could see the veins running under 
the skin toward the hard nipples.  Those nipples.  He 
HAD to get them into his mouth.  "Please?  Please, 
Miss?"  Instead of answering him, she reached out and 
ran her hand through his hair.  She pulled firmly on 
the curls at the back of his neck and heard him groan.  
And then she pulled him forward.

He automatically opened his mouth and sucked.  Her 
nipple was about as big as his thumbnails, he thought 
as his whole world devolved into these two breasts.  
These tits.  He could kiss and lick and suck them 
forever, he thought.  He pulled hard at her nipple, and 
heard her groan.  He wished he could do this for hours.  

She let him suck and kiss and nibble at her tits for a 
long time.  She made sure she switched him from side to 
side so that each tit got its fair share of attention.  
He was wonderfully good at it, she thought, as she 
realized that she was going to leave a huge wet spot on 
her sofa cushion.  Well, he would just have to do 
something about THAT, she thought, with a smile on her 
face.

She finally pulled him away by the hair.  His face was 
red, and his lips were swollen.  His cock was still 
hard, she noticed.  "Well, sweet...that is certainly 
good for your first try," she told him with a smile on 
her face.

He just looked at the smile on her face and heard her 
approving tone.  He wasn't paying attention to her 
words.  He just wanted to touch her more.  He wanted to 
lick her.  He wanted to taste her.  The aroma of the 
vanilla had been overcome by the scent of her pussy.  
He could smell how aroused she was.  It kept his cock 
hard.  He wanted to stay here like this always.  Always 
making her feel good.  Always hearing her approval.  He 
pulled at his hands, indicating that he wanted to touch 
her.  She saw, and asked him if he was uncomfortable.  
"No, Miss, but I want to touch you.  Please.  Let me 
touch you."

She stopped smiling and rose from the couch again.  "I 
thought you understood pet... what matters here is what 
I want.  Not what YOU want.  Now...are you 
uncomfortable?"

He rose to his knees again.  "No.  No, Miss.  I am not.  
Please...let me kiss you again."

She reached into the basket again.  He caught the glint 
of silver as she pulled something out in her hand.  
"Pet... you know that you have made me feel good by 
worshiping my tits.  You have a gift.  Every time you 
nibbled or sucked on my nipples, I felt it here," she 
said, cupping her pussy through the skirt.  "Now it is 
time for YOU to feel it."

With that she reached down and pulled on his left 
nipple.  It felt good, and he groaned.  The nipple grew 
hard immediately, and she gave it a sharp pinch.  And 
giggled as she saw his hard prick twitch with that 
pinch.  She felt the other nipple and did the same.  
Another giggle.  "Sweet, you seem to enjoy that pinch.  
Do you?" 

"Yes, Miss.  I love it when you touch me.  Please...."

"No, that isn't what I asked," she answered.  "Do ---
you----like---the---pinch?" she asked again, 
punctuating each word with a pull on one of his tits.

"Yes.  Yes.  Yes, Miss.  I do," he told her, looking 
down at his hard cock and then back up at her face.

"Good.  Honesty is important, pet."  And with that she 
swiftly attached metal clips to each of his nipples.  
The sharp pain made him draw a few deep breaths, but he 
noticed that the throb of each nipple seemed to 
resonate in his erect penis.

"Oh. Miss!" he looked at HER nipples...just inches from 
his face, and still gloriously hard and seemingly 
calling to him.

She walked the few steps to the couch again, and he 
turned with her, not wanting to lose sight of her for 
even an instant.  He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt 
like he was adrift on an ocean and she was his anchor.  
She frowned down at the sofa.  And he followed her 
gaze.  There upon the cushion was a dark spot.  She 
reached her finger down and touched it.  "Hmmm.... 
wet....  I wonder what it could be.  Any ideas, sweet?" 
as she took that same finger and touched him lightly 
under the nose.

He inhaled deeply and knew without a doubt that it was 
the nectar from her pussy.  He didn't reply, just 
breathed again.

She pulled on the chain connected his nipple clamps.  
The sharp pain made him look at her.  "I asked you a 
question, pet..."

"I....It... I think it is....you, Miss," he stumbled, 
not knowing what she wanted him to say.  

"Hmmmm....perhaps it is," she mused.  She took her 
finger and put it under her skirt.  When she pulled it 
out, it was shining with her juices.  "Why don't you 
compare it, sweet?" she asked, as she ran the wet 
finger across his upper lip, dampening it.

He inhaled again.  God...she smelled so sweet and 
tangy.  He wanted a taste, and he flicked his tongue 
out to try to lick the wetness off of his face.

She smiled again, and watched as his cock twitched yet 
again.  She idly wondered how much he could take before 
he came without her even touching him.

"Miss....please..." he begged.  "Please...I want to 
taste your pussy.  Please.... let me eat you."

"What, pet?  You want to lick my cunt?" she teased him.  
"Would you do a good job?  Would you make me come?  
Would you lick all of my wetness up?  Drink me down?"

He moaned at the picture she painted.  "Yes!  Yes, 
please...let me lick inside you.  Let me suck your 
clit.  Let me make you come..."
She pulled on the nipple clamps again, enjoying the 
moans he made.  She sat herself on the sofa again, and 
slowly pulled her skirt up.  He could see....she had NO 
panties on.  Just the thigh high stockings.  The lace 
tops were startlingly dark against the whiteness of her 
thighs.  And her pussy.  It was BARE!  She was shaved.  
He could see the red of her slit.  He could smell her 
juices.  He swore he could even feel the heat from 
between her legs.

She reached out again and pulled on his hair.  "Come to 
me, pet....  Lick me... Eat me... Suck the cream from 
my cunt....  Make your mistress feel good."  As the 
words slipped out of her mouth she had a momentary 
quiver of uncertainty.  She hadn't used the word 
mistress yet.  She didn't want to lose him.

"Yes," he moaned... "Mistress...."

And with that final word he buried his face into her 
hot, wet cunt.  He felt like he had finally found 
happiness.



PET - part 3 (M/F) 


He jolted awake and was disoriented.  He felt the 
warmth of her body next to him and smiled to himself.  
His closed his eyes and drifted back into a dreamland.  
All was right with the world.

She leisurely came out of her deep sleep and smiled 
lazily to herself.  She stretched, feeling the weight 
of his body next to her and she licked her lips.  He 
had been every bit as delicious as she had hoped.  Last 
night had been the first step in their journey 
together.  She was hoping that he would allow himself 
to admit that he had enjoyed it as much as she had.  
Some men had difficulty accepting that they wanted to 
be submissive.  They insisted on being the "macho" man, 
and trying to lord it over her.  She knew that she 
could only be fully complete with a man who put her 
needs first.  Who recognized that his greatest pleasure 
was in giving her pleasure.  Who wanted to revere her, 
honor her... WORSHIP her.  She, in return, would savor 
him.  She would treasure him, and take him down paths 
that he never knew existed.  And she knew that he would 
experience the most exquisite pleasures, but only 
because she chose to allow him.

She ran her sharp nails down his broad chest, drawing a 
moan from him as the tingling pulled him out of the 
dream that he was buried in.  He opened his crystal 
blue eyes and looked deeply into her bottomless 
chocolate brown pools and he wondered idly why waking 
up next to her this way felt so... so.... ideal.  He 
licked his lips and started to speak.  "L... Last 
night," he stammered.  "Last night was perfect.  Could 
we do that again sometime?"

She chuckled lightly.  He was so darn cute!  "Oh pet," 
she smiled.  "We will do all of that.  And more.  I 
promise you."  She pushed the stray curl off of his 
forehead and ran her fingers through the wavy black 
hair.  She pulled gently but firmly on the strands at 
the nape of his neck, and she watched those clear eyes 
of his sparkle in some way that told her.... he liked 
this.  He liked this very much!  Her full lips curved 
into a smile and she pulled his head to her and kissed 
him.  Deeply.  Satisfyingly.  Drawing his tongue into 
her mouth and sucking on it until she felt him totally 
and completely relax in her embrace.

She suddenly released him and got out of bed.  He felt 
adrift momentarily, and then she reached down and 
extended her hand. "Let's shower, pet," she smiled.

He practically jumped out of bed to follow her luscious 
body into the bathroom.  Her ass was curved and full, 
and he remembered last night....  He remembered her 
kneeling on the bed before him.  She had commanded him 
to lick and kiss every satiny inch of her cheeks.  And 
he had.  Licking and nibbling.  Feasting on the curved 
half-moons.  She had reached around and pulled them 
apart and she had only said, "You know what I want, 
pet.  You know you want to please me.  Make me feel 
good.  It will make YOU feel good.  Go ahead pet..." 
And he had.  He had never licked a woman's crack 
before.  His tongue had drifted down the crease, and 
her moans had been ecstasy for him.  He was pleasing 
her.  Pleasing
Miss.  And when he finally reached that pink rosebud, 
he had to admit to himself, he WANTED to lick her 
there.  He wanted to taste her.  He wanted to touch ALL 
of her.  And so he had.  Licking delicately at first, 
hearing her cries.  And then, relaxing as his whole 
world devolved in only this moment...gently pushing his 
tongue inside her.  He HAD been a little nervous about 
it.  After all, one DID read stories.  But she was 
clean.  Inside and out.  Little did she know that she 
had prepared herself for this.  Just in case he had 
turned out to be the one.  And as she wriggled on the 
end of his tongue, she was glad that he was indeed her 
pet.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, she grabbed 
an extra toothbrush out of the closet and handed it to 
him silently.  They brushed their teeth companionably, 
looking at each other in the mirror and smiling.  As 
they rinsed their mouths, she reached up and pulled his 
head down again.  And kissed him deeply.  He kissed her 
back.  He felt his cock twitch...he was half-hard.  He 
glanced down...her nipples were erect.  But was it 
because of him?  Or just the slight chill in the air, 
compared to the warmth of the bed?  He felt a pang of 
uncertainty.  Damn.... he wanted her to want him just 
as badly as he needed her.

She stepped aside.  "Start the shower, pet," she idly 
told him.

He turned on the spray and adjusted it so it was warm, 
but not scalding hot.  "Ok... done.  Do you want to get 
in?  Or should I?" he smiled at her.

Her liquid brown eyes dimmed momentarily.  What had he 
done? He panicked.  "Is something wrong?  Is it too 
hot?  Is it too cold?  Please...I can fix it," he 
earnestly told her.

"Pet....what are you to call me?"

He smiled.  "Oh...THAT!  I thought that was just for 
last night," he laughingly told her.

She didn't answer his smile.  Just stood there with the 
slightly disapproving look on her face.

"Miss.... please...." he began, slightly uncomfortably.  
He had thought that was just the champagne talking last 
night.  

She cut him off.  And flashed that intoxicating smile 
at him.  "MUCH better, sweet.  Now go ahead and get in, 
I'm right behind you."

He climbed into the warm spray, feeling it dampen his 
body, and extended his hand so she could get in behind 
him.  They both sighed in contentment as the warm water 
sluiced down their bodies, slickening the skin.

Her arms slid around him from behind.  She pressed her 
hard nipples against his back.  And she softly said, 
"ALWAYS remember that you are my pet.  You are MINE.  I 
know it, and if you look inside yourself, you will know 
it too."

He wondered if she meant what he thought she meant.  He 
didn't want to be a "pet."  He had always dated women 
who had let him make the decisions.  They had let HIM 
initiate the lovemaking.  They had let HIM basically 
run the relationship.  He was comfortable with that.  
He liked that.  He certainly didn't want some woman 
telling him what to do.  

Her teeth nipped his shoulder blade sharply, bringing 
him back to the present.  He drew a sharp breath and 
then exhaled as her fingernails simultaneously pinched 
both of his nipples.  But DAMN, she knew what buttons 
to push!

She stroked him all over.  She soaped his back and his 
chest.  She rinsed him off.  She looked down at his 
erect prick and back up into his face.  "Would you like 
me to wash that too?" she asked him gently.

"Yes, Miss," he responded involuntarily.

He groaned as her soapy fingers ran back and forth 
across his shaft.  She pulled and prodded and stroked 
and Jesus...she knew just how to touch him.  She soaped 
his balls, ran her fingers over and around them, and he 
felt their fullness.  He was FULL of come.  Full for 
her.  But, he didn't want to come yet, so he pushed her 
hands away.  "No.  No...not yet," he told her.

She pinched his nipple.  "NO." she said sharply.  "You 
have to learn.  You will come when I say, WHERE I say.  
I will make you feel sooo good, sweet.  You will learn 
to allow me full control over your body, because.... 
pet.... you know that I know EXACTLY how to make you 
explode until you think you will pass out."

Her hands returned to his shaft, which had not softened 
at all as her words sank into his consciousness.  "Now, 
pet...." she purred as she stroked him to full erection 
again, "would you like to come for me?"

His mind was processing her words.  Jesus...she was a 
domme.  It was finally clear to him!  This wasn't some 
game to her.  She wanted him to obey her...ALWAYS!  His 
body was screaming for release... but he knew... he 
KNEW...that if he came right now, somehow she would be 
right.  He would be her pet.  He would be hers.  The 
feeling was starting to overtake his brain...pushing 
out the common sense he knew was there.

Her skilled hands pulled on him.  She knew, without a 
doubt, that this was the moment of truth.  Last night 
had been incredibly hot and erotic.  But he HAD been 
somewhat under the influence of the champagne.  This 
morning...he was sober and aware of everything.  This 
morning was the test.  She hoped that he would allow 
himself to admit it.  She hoped that his mind would 
allow his soul to do the thinking.  He was MEANT to be 
her pet!  She knew it, and deep inside....she knew that 
HE knew it.

"Pet...." she started... "Pet...if you come for me now, 
you know what it means.  It means that you want me to 
be your mistress.  And I will take you places that you 
have never even dreamed of.  I will bring you pleasure 
in SO many forms.  And you will bring me pleasure.  
Wouldn't that be nice?  Think of it.  Think of burying 
yourself inside me.  Think of my screams of passion.  
Think of
YOUR screams of passion." 

She felt his balls tighten.  She was exulting inside.  
He was almost there!  She knew it.  She stepped up her 
assault on his senses.  She leaned towards him while 
she massaged his cock and balls, stopping to flick her 
fingernails over the sensitive underside of the head.  
He couldn't talk.  She was making him want her so 
badly.  She was telling him about the pleasures in 
store for him.  All he had to do was consent.  All he 
had to do was come for her...now.  All he had to do was 
allow the feelings inside him quiet the voice in his 
head.  All he had to do....as he felt her head against 
his chest and she bit his right nipple... HARD!   He 
stopped thinking and only FELT.

"AHHHH....MISSSSS......" he groaned loudly as his cock 
exploded in her hands.  He shot spurt after spurt of 
hot come onto her body, mixing with the warm water 
running over both of them.  His cock convulsed and felt 
like it was going to rip off into her hands, the 
release was so strong.

He stood in the shower, and she felt the shudders of 
the aftershocks ripple through his body.  She exulted 
inside.  She knew he was hers, and NOW maybe he knew 
it.  

He was totally and completely drained.  He had never 
felt this way before.  As his prick softened in her 
grip, he became aware of her hands on his shoulders.  
He looked down into her eyes.  They were such a soft 
brown.  Almost liquid.  He thought he could look into 
them always.  Especially if she always made him feel 
this good.  And then he felt her hands pushing him 
down, down he went.  To his
knees, in the shower before her.  His eyes focused on 
those glorious dark pink nipples of hers, even with his 
sight line.  And his mouth watered.

She saw him swallow as he looked at her tits.  She 
pulled on the curls at his neck to make him look up at 
her face.  "Pet....  You know it, don't you?  You 
know...I was right.  You are mine.  I am yours, pet.  I 
am your Miss.  I am your mistress.  I promise you....I 
WILL take you places that you cannot conceive.  And you 
will take me there too.  And I will treasure you as 
much as you will treasure me."  She looked deeper into 
those eyes...looking inside him....and she smiled.

"Yes, Miss.  I am.  Please...show me...."  he smiled 
back up at her.  He realized that it would be ok.  It 
would be alright.  She was still the wonderful woman he 
had expected.  But...she was even more than he 
expected.  And he couldn't wait to continue down that 
road with her.




PET - part 4 (F/M femdom spanking)


Things were progressing nicely, she reflected.  He was 
turning out to be everything she wanted and more.  He 
was actually calling her "Miss" now, without being 
prompted.  Only in intimate moments, but that was fine 
with her.  She wanted a submissive partner, not a 
slave.  Outside of sensual moments, they pretty much 
continued to be on an equal footing, except that he was 
more thoughtful and caring of her wants and needs than 
most of the men she had known.  It was time to proceed, 
she smiled to herself.

He was driving over to her apartment after a relatively 
stressful day at work.  One case in particular was 
really wearing him out.  He hated the guy he was 
defending.  He even thought he was guilty.  But it was 
his duty to give him zealous representation to the best 
of his ability, and he only hoped that the prosecutor 
was doing an equally zealous job.  

He parked the car and walked up the steps.  He loosened 
his tie and rang the bell.  He could see her come 
toward the door through the long window next to the 
doorframe, and he was mesmerized anew by her soft 
beauty.  He wasn't quite sure what spell she was 
casting over him to make him act the way he sometimes 
did around her, but he didn't care.  He just wanted to 
make her his forever so he could bask in the glow of 
warmth that surrounded her.

She opened the door and saw a tall, handsome, 
distracted man before her.  His normally clear blue 
eyes were a bit clouded, and his wavy hair was unruly 
curls where he had run his hands through it.  Still, he 
smiled at her, and she smiled back.  Poor baby, she 
thought, he really DOES need what I have to offer.

"I thought we would order pizza tonight, pet, ok." she 
said as if it were a statement, and not a question.

He quickly grabbed her up in a big bear hug.  "Whatever 
you want is fine by me.  I just wanted THIS all day."  
He inhaled deeply.  He wasn't sure what scent she was 
wearing today...lilac maybe?  But he liked it.  She was 
so feminine.  He wanted to revel in that femininity.  
He wanted to pamper her and let her know how much he 
adored her.

She reveled in feeling his frame pressed against hers.  
"Well, then, maybe we should just pass up dinner 
altogether," she teased, knowing that he was ALWAYS 
hungry after a long day at work.

He pulled back and looked down into her laughing brown 
eyes.  "I didn't say THAT," he teased back.

She started to walk down the hall, and he followed, 
entranced by the wiggle of her rounded bottom in front 
of him.  She stopped first in the kitchen, and 
automatically made them both drinks.  Rum and coke for 
him, and a wine cooler for her.  He took a deep pull on 
his and sighed.

"Rough day, eh?" she asked.

"You have NO idea.  This asshole.  This 
loser...oh....argh!  I hate him!" he declared 
passionately.

She went into the living room and again, he 
automatically followed the swaying tush.  She perched 
on the sofa, and patted the cushion next to her.  He 
followed the unspoken command and sat.

"Now...TELL me..."

And he did.  It was against policy, but how the hell 
could he always keep cases bottled up inside him with 
no release.  He would go insane.  Without a doubt, he 
could trust her, of all people.  He told her of the 
crimes his client stood accused of, he told her of the 
coarse language the guy used...profanity-laden 
sentences, racist comments, he told her of the sexist 
way the guy treated the women he came into contact 
with.  He even told her that he thought the guy was 
guilty of all of it, and how little self-respect he had 
at the moment because if he walked, it was going to be 
because of HIM.

She listened intently.  Poor baby, she thought as she 
listened to the diatribe.  She refilled his glass once 
and let him just ramble on.  Such hostility was built 
up in him.  And look at the way he was sitting on the 
sofa. Bolt upright, not even leaning back against the 
cushions.  He DEFINITELY needs what I have to offer, 
she thought.

He finally wound down and looked at her.  They were 
fairly familiar with one another now, but he was 
slightly embarrassed that he had ranted at her quite so 
much.  "How was your day?" he finished up lamely, with 
a sheepish smile on his
face.

She laughed, and pulled his face to hers for a quick 
kiss.  "Not as bad as all that, sweet."

She got up off of the couch and told him to sit there 
for a few moments.  He was going to take a bubble bath, 
she told him.

He laughed, "Only women take bubble baths.  Maybe a hot 
shower instead."

"No, pet," she gently admonished him, "You are going to 
take a bubble bath, and I am going to go run it for you 
now."  And before he could utter another syllable, off 
she went.

He sat there for a bit.  A bubble bath?  Was she 
joking?  He would feel like a kid, or a fag.  He would 
just tell HER to take the bath and then he would 
shower, he decided.  He got up off the couch and went 
into the bathroom.

He stopped and appreciated the view.  She was on her 
knees, swishing the water around.  The scent of 
sandalwood floated through the air, and the only light 
was that of three large candles in the room.  Her 
bottom was sticking out, as if greeting him.  Enticing 
him, that was what it was doing.  

She had heard him come down the hall and smiled to 
herself.  She purposely stuck out her ass and wiggled 
it slightly as she stirred the water, making sure it 
was warm, but not scalding.  She heard his breathing 
deepen somewhat as he watched her, and she slowly 
turned her head at him and smiled.  "Why don't you go 
into my bedroom and take off your clothes, pet?"

He turned around and left the bathroom.  He slowly 
stripped, envisioning her naked, on her knees before 
him, and his cock hardened a bit.  He thought about 
thrusting deep into her wetness, and he hardened some 
more.  He remembered the sensations of her pussy 
clamping around his prick when she orgasmed, and he 
hardened even more.  Unconsciously, his hand stroked 
his cock as those visions ran through his mind.  

SLAP!  He jumped as her hand sharply smacked him across 
the ass, and he pulled his hand to his side.

"What were you doing, naughty boy?" she playfully 
purred.  "Thinking of me, I HOPE!" 

He smiled at her, "Yes.  Of course, I was thinking 
about you.  Look what just the THOUGHT of you does to 
me," as he gestured to the almost fully erect penis 
bobbing in front of him.

She laughed.  "There will be time to take care of HIM 
later.  Now...come on....your bath awaits."

She took him by the hand, and the next thing he knew, 
he was seated in the hot bathtub, white suds floating 
around him.  He had even forgotten to object again.

She pulled down a white fluffy sponge and told him to 
relax and let her take care of him.  He looked a bit 
apprehensive, but relaxed when she began soaping up his 
chest and back.  

She loved running her hands over every inch of his 
body.  His skin was becoming all flushed with heat and 
from the pressure of the slightly scraping sponge 
running over it.  He was SOOOO perfect for her, she 
reflected, as she even grabbed the shampoo and washed 
his hair, luxuriously massaging his scalp.

He lost himself in the sensations.  The hot water, the 
softly scrubbing sponge, her fingers on his head, the 
scent of the candles, the sandalwood bubbles...  Ok, he 
conceded to himself.  He was enjoying this.  And he was 
definitely an adult and definitely not gay.  In fact, 
his cock had gotten soft when he first entered the 
bath, but her ministrations had made him hard again.  
He noticed that she even gently washed THAT.  But she 
didn't linger overly long.  He wished she had.  He 
thought a strong come would just increase the pleasure 
in the bath.

Finally she told him to stand.  He did, and she let the 
water flow down the drain.  She turned on the water 
again, and adjusted the temperature.  She turned the 
shower spray on and rinsed him completely.  Even making 
him bend over so she could rinse the crack between his 
cheeks.  He felt a little embarrassed about that, but 
it DID feel kind of good.

She had him step out of the tub and she rubbed lotion 
all over him.  The sandalwood scent again.  He inhaled. 
"Well, at least you didn't make me smell like a flower 
or something," he smiled at her.

"Well, it was a toss-up.  Gardenias or sandalwood.  I 
decided that you probably wouldn't appreciate being a 
prom corsage, so this was the choice.  I am SO glad you 
approve," she finished, slightly sarcastically.

"Now look at me.  I am all wet."  He snorted and she 
shot him a mischievous look.  "My CLOTHES.  I meant my 
clothes!  Why don't you go into the living room, and I 
will 'slip into something more comfortable.'"

She noticed that the semi-hard prick of his twitched at 
that statement.  And she smiled, licking her lips.  
"GO..." she commanded.

He went into the living room, naked, and selected some 
music.  He heard her in the bedroom.  The closet door 
opened and closed.  He lit some candles and turned the 
lights off.  He sighed....it was so relaxing here.  He 
could escape here, into a world where nothing else 
mattered but the two of them.

He heard her come down the hall and turned and his 
mouth dropped.

She was a vision of lust.  She had let her long golden 
hair down and it rolled in waves a few inches below her 
shoulders.  The black...thingie...that she was wearing 
looked like a teddy.  It was shiny and had silver 
zippers running across the bra cups.  It came down to 
just above her pubic mound.  The garters extended from 
it and she had black silky stockings that made her legs 
seem like they went on forever.  She had black high 
heels on.  And, NO panties.  If he had any doubts about 
that, they disappeared when she twirled before him and 
her pale white curving ass was displayed for him in all 
its glory.

He was speechless, she noted with approval.  As it 
should be.  She had never shown him her REAL lingerie.  
So far all he had seen were bras and panties. But 
tonight... tonight he needed this.

She strutted over to the high back chair and perched 
herself on it.  "Come here, pet," she crooned to him 
throatily.

He walked over to her slowly.  He was aware that the 
semi-hard on he had was now a full-blown raging 
erection.  He was aware of everything about his body.  
The heat and pinkness from the bath lingered.

"Here, pet," she commanded, as she gestured to the spot 
on the rug before her.


He sank to his knees before her automatically.  
"Miss...you look GORGEOUS." He told her reverently.  
"Please...let me take care of you.  Let me touch you.  
Let me make you feel good."

"In due time, sweet.  In due time."  She smiled down at 
him, noting the dazed look on his face and drinking it 
in.

She pulled her body to the edge of the chair and 
slightly spread her legs.  She loved the way his glance 
immediately went to her pussy.  He made an inarticulate 
noise and an involuntary movement toward her.

"Pet...what are you doing?" she asked sharply.  "Did I 
not tell you that you would touch me LATER?!"  She 
allowed the note of displeasure to color her tone.

He looked up at her face immediately and slightly 
paled.  "I... I... I'm sorry, Miss.  It's just...Its 
just that you are so beautiful.  I just want to touch 
you," he stammered.

She smiled.  But there was a slightly evil cast to that 
smile.  "Stand up."

He obeyed the command without thinking.  He rose to his 
feet before her and looked down upon her.

"Turn...slowly..." she continued.

He did as she told him.  It was easier to allow her to 
tell him what to do.  They both achieved happiness and 
incredible pleasure that way.  They had been together 
often enough now that he didn't really mind anymore.  
There was less pressure for him.  All he had to do was 
let her command and he followed.

As he turned 180 degrees, she spoke again.  "Stop."  
She looked at his ass.  Firm and rounded.  Not a bubble 
butt, but he HAD an ass, not like so many men.  She 
reached out and caressed it.  And she licked her lips.

His cheeks automatically clenched as he felt her soft 
hand against his ass.  She soothed him, making cooing 
noises as she touched him, and he relaxed and began to 
enjoy it.  She kneaded and stroked.  Ran her nails 
across them, raising tiny little lines where she dug 
in.  She withdrew those magic hands from him and he 
clenched again.

"I said, RELAX" she repeated, as she stood up.  She 
could feel the wetness between her thighs.  She was 
more than ready for the next step.  She thought he was 
too, even if he didn't know it just yet.

She pressed her body against his from behind, and he 
felt the patent leather of her bustier against his 
back.  Her legs slid against his, and the silkiness of 
her stockings felt heavenly.  The zippers across her 
barely restrained breasts scraped him gently.  And the 
heat of her pussy against his ass was amazing.

He made an inarticulate noise as she reached around and 
lightly pinched his nipples.  She nibbled on his ear 
and licked it, flicking her tongue in and out rapidly.  
He was hard.  Very hard.  And he ached to touch her, 
but he knew better than that, by now.

"Oh, pet...you are excited, aren't you," she whispered 
in his ear.  "Do you want me?  Do you want to bury your 
face in my lovely pussy and lick and suck me until I 
tell you to stop?  Do you want to take this big 
beautiful cock of your and thrust it deep inside me and 
fuck me till I tell you to come for your Miss?  
Remember what it feels like?  Do you..." she trailed 
off as one of her hands started to lightly jack him off 
and the other weighed and caressed his balls.

He groaned loudly.  "Please....  Please, Miss.  Let me 
touch you."

"Not yet, sweet.  We have some unfinished business 
first."

She pulled away from him and spun him around to face 
her.  In her heels, she was just about as tall as he 
was, and they stood eye to eye.

He looked at her, with a confused look on his face.  
"Unfinished business?" he asked.

"What were you doing when I came into the bedroom just 
now?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"When I told you to strip, what were you doing when I 
found you in the bedroom?" she asked again.

"Just now?  Umm...  I was thinking of you."

"And?" she prompted.

"And.... oh.  I was touching myself," he finished.

"Yes, pet.  You were.  And I told you before.  I don't 
want you to do that unless you ask me first.  I will 
almost always give you permission, but I think I 
deserve the respect to be asked, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Miss.  And I do respect you.  I just didn't even 
realize I was doing it," he told her.

She looked at him seriously.  "Well, then that IS a 
problem.  You obviously need to be more self-aware.  
And I am going to help you."

He looked at her, concerned now.  "What do you mean, 
Miss?"

She walked over to that huge couch and perched herself 
directly in the middle.  "Over my knee, pet." And she 
patted her lap.

He stared at her, stupefied.  "WHAT?!" he asked.

"Pet.... NOW.  I am going to teach you that you must be 
more aware at all times.  NOW... over my knee..." she 
commanded with a tone that she had never used before. 

He shook his head back and forth, but found himself 
walking across the room.  "I... I don't know about 
this," he told her.

She smiled up at him.  She knew this had to be handled 
very carefully.  But it was a step that they needed to 
take if their relationship was going to continue.

"Sit, sweet," she told him, and he did.  "You need to 
understand...this is something that I need to do.  I 
need for you to accept that.  I need for you to allow 
me to guide your behavior.  Now, have I embarrassed you 
or humiliated you?  No.  I haven't.  I am not about 
that.  BUT...I WILL be in charge of you.
And I WILL expect that you follow my directions.  And 
if I tell you to do something and you don't, or, as in 
this case, I tell you NOT to do something and you DO, 
well, then....that behavior must be corrected.  Do you 
understand, pet?" she finished.

He sat for a moment.  Processing the information she 
had just given him.  He thought about it and realized 
that he should have seen this coming.  He should have 
known that sooner or later it would come to this.  And 
it was decision time.  Put out or get out, as they said 
in his fraternity days.  

His eyes flicked over her again.  She was so amazing.  
She was everything he wanted in a woman, appearance-
wise.  Her mind was every bit the equal of his.  Her 
sense of humor meshed with his.  She was a sympathetic 
listener.  And he certainly couldn't deny that the best 
orgasms of his life had happened with her.  He took a 
deep breath...

She watched the thoughts running through his mind with 
trepidation.  Those crystal clear eyes showed her 
everything.  She saw the positives, and the negatives.  
She saw him weigh the two and analyze them.  And then 
when he took a deep breath, her heart jumped.

"Yes, Miss.  I understand.  And if you say that I need 
this, then I do."  He looked into her eyes and he knew 
that he had made the right decision by the warmth that 
he read there.  He got off of the couch and quickly 
laid down across her lap, ass raised to her.  
"Please...." he said.

"Oh, pet," she moaned, thrilled that he made the choice 
that he had.  She ran her hands over his smooth bottom, 
caressing the skin there.  "You are indeed a treasure.  
Your mistress will never abuse the trust that you place 
in her.  I promise you."

He sighed, and braced himself for what was to come.  

************************************************

Her hands traced over the mounds of his ass.  He was so 
soft there.  So untouched.  She quickly ran a finger up 
the crack and enjoyed his involuntary shivers.

"Now pet, you know that you disobeyed me in the 
bedroom, correct?" 

"Yes, Miss."
"And you understand that if you are to appreciate that 
disobedience, I need to discipline you, correct?"

"Yes, Miss."


"Then I am going to spank you.  With my bare hand.  
Twenty times.  It may hurt a bit, but this IS a 
punishment, pet, and it is supposed to.  Do you 
understand, sweet?"

"Yes, Miss."  He sighed.  In for a penny, in for a 
pound, he thought.  "Please, Miss, I deserve to be 
punished."

Her hand came down swiftly on his right cheek.  He 
gasped.

"Pet...I do NOT think you sufficiently understand that 
you MUST obey my wishes for this relationship to 
continue.  This is not some game.  Since I think I must 
make that impression upon you, I am going to up it to 
thirty smacks.  And I am going to make it hurt."

"Yes, Miss, I understand," he told her, wondering how 
much it would really hurt.

SMACK.  SMACK.  SMACK.

She began to spank him.  She was enjoying the pinkness 
of his ass. The heat was delicious, she thought, as she 
licked her lips.

As the spanking continued, he was counting to himself.  
She smacked harder than he had thought her capable of, 
and by the time he had counted up to ten or eleven, he 
was smarting from the pain.  It was more than just 
little stings, he thought.  These were more like... 
well, more like the way his mother had spanked him when 
he was a little boy.  It hurt!

Around twenty, his bottom had surpassed pink and was 
now red.  There wasn't any white left on it, because 
she was smacking him in a different place each time.  
She paused and ran her hands over the warmth.  "Pet, 
are you ok?" she asked.  "That was twenty.  Now for the 
ten to show you that this really IS a punishment, and 
not some game."

"Miss..." he started.

She paused.   "Yes, sweet?"

"Miss...I know this is not a game.  It HURTS.  
Please...I won't touch myself again.  Just don't give 
me ten more," he pleaded.  He knew that he was on the 
brink of crying.  He could feel the tears in his eyes, 
and he didn't want to cry in front of her.  But if she 
gave him ten more spanks, he didn't think he could hold 
it back.

She was touched.  "Ohh...sweet...I am glad that you 
understand that now.  But it is too late.  Once I 
decide on a punishment, you ARE getting it.  So, 
remember, in the future, to avoid a punishment, just do 
as I ask."  She used a matter-of-fact tone with him.  
It was key that he remember this lesson.  She couldn't 
waver.

With that, she commenced the final ten swats.  Her hand 
ached, but she put some extra strength into them.  
These were the true punishment spanks, after all.

As he reached twenty-two in his count, the tears began 
to fall.  He didn't even have the urge to leave 
anymore.  He just wanted this over with.  

"Twenty-eight.  Twenty-nine.  And....THIRTY!" she 
pronounced as she finished up the spanking.  He didn't 
move and she grew concerned.  "Pet?  Are you ok?" she 
asked.

He slowly slid off her lap to the floor at her feet and 
turned his face to her.  The tears ran down his cheeks 
and even though she was finished, he continued to cry.

"Pet?  Pet?  Please....talk to me..." she grew agitated 
but tried to hide it.

"Oh Miss.  Please.... I am SO sorry.  I won't disobey 
again.  Your pet is so sorry.  So very sorry..." he 
stammered out between sobs.

She slid to the floor next to him and gathered him in 
her arms.  There was more going on here than just the 
release of the spanking, she knew.  She let him sob it 
out and making shushing noises.  Finally he was taking 
great gasps of air and she knew that it was over.

He looked at her and was amazed.  He felt better.  Much 
better.  It wasn't so much the spanking, or even the 
embarrassment of crying in front of her.  That felt 
sort of natural.  His heart felt lighter.  His soul 
felt healed in some way.  He pulled away from her and 
stood, extending his hand to her.

She reached up and allowed him to help her from the 
floor.  She was concerned.  What was he doing?

He seated her on the high back chair again and sank to 
his knees before her.

"Thank you, Miss.  I don't know what came over me, 
but...and I can't believe I am saying this...that 
spanking made me feel whole again."

She smiled, reassured that she did indeed know what he 
needed, and extended her hand to cup his cheek.

"Pet.  You ARE my pet now, you know?" she asked almost 
rhetorically.  Because she knew that they both knew 
that.  And now...they could get on with some loving 
this evening.  But first...

"Call for pizza, pet, ok?  I am getting hungry.  Taking 
care of you is hard work!"



PET- part 5 (F/M)

They browsed through the mall, hand in hand, like the 
hundreds of other couples they passed.  Nothing 
remarkable about these two.  The silent looks that 
passed between them, the giggles at shared jokes, the 
expressions of contentment on their faces - all just 
confirmed that it was Christmastime and here was 
another couple in love.

He was so pleased that things were working out. Moments 
cuddling on the couch, cooking meals for each other.  
The lazy Sundays of breakfast in bed and arguing over 
the sections of the newspaper.  He had known, deep 
inside, that she was the one for him.  Forever.  And he 
yearned to make it permanent.  He had it all planned 
for New Year's Eve.  She had helped him discover new 
facets of his personality, and he thought it apropos 
that he open a new chapter to his life...THEIR 
life...with the New Year.

On her part, she was thrilled to have found an 
intelligent, expressive, sensitive man who still 
maintained ambitions and goals in life.  That he had 
turned out to have such a deep-rooted latent submissive 
streak just confirmed it to her.  He was the one for 
her.  She couldn't remember ever having a relationship, 
in ANY context that had been this fulfilling.  This was 
the BEST Christmas ever, she reflected as she smiled at 
him over a rack of sweaters.

They finished up their meal in the food court of the 
mall, and wandered into the bookstore.  It was 
huge...one of those superstores that carried thousands 
of books on every topic imaginable.  There were racks 
and rows that ran all different ways, and as he perused 
a computer book, she was struck with a wicked thought.

"Pet?" she started.

He glanced up.  She only called him that when she was 
feeling dominant, and he could tell from the glint in 
her eye that she had something devious in mind.  His 
heart skipped a beat and he answered as he knew she 
expected.  "Yes, Miss?"

"Have you noticed how alone we are back here?" she said 
casually, as she gestured around.  

He looked and noticed that she was correct.  Uh oh, he 
thought, but replied, "Yes, Miss.  I see that."

She stepped closer to him.  Until her breasts were just 
grazing his chest.  And she looked up into his blue 
eyes and felt a thrill run through her as she saw the 
worried look in those crystal clear orbs.  She reached 
her right hand up to his head and wrapped it around his 
neck and pulled him down and brushed her lips over his.  
"Pet....I am feeling very...excited right now."  Her 
teeth nipped his lower lip and pulled on it gently.  
"Can you feel the heat from my body, sweet?"  She 
breathed only loud enough for him to hear.

Her left hand stealthily crept between them and she 
suddenly pressed it over his flaccid cock.  He gulped, 
and turned his head to make sure that no one saw them.  
Her hand was massaging him slowly, but steadily, and he 
could feel the blood rushing to it.

"Miss....please?" he began.

"Please what, pet?  Please stop?  Is that what you were 
going to ask me?"  she replied in a throaty voice.

He trembled for a moment, swallowed deeply, and stepped 
back.  He pulled away from her hand and cleared his 
throat.  "Yes, Miss.  That IS what I was going to say.  
This is not the time or the place for this," he started 
strongly, but when he saw her soft brown eyes freeze 
and turn icy, his heart skipped another beat, and not 
in excitement this time.  "What I mean, is... well...I 
... I am just.. Well.  Umm..."

She let him stammer on.  She knew that he fully 
understood her need for dominance at times, and that he 
had accepted his need for submission as well.  Yet she 
felt that the best dommes kept things interesting.  
They pushed the envelope.  And the subs enjoyed it too.  
She liked for him to be a little unsure of exactly what 
would happen next, but dammit, he needed to learn to 
TRUST her.  And if he couldn't, then they were nowhere.

She cut him off in midsentence.  "Fine.  I understand.  
Take me home.  Now."  And she turned and started 
walking away from him.

Her clipped tones left no room for misunderstanding.  
She was royally pissed.  He regretted that.  But she 
couldn't really expect him to allow her to get him 
aroused HERE!  In a public store, where anyone could 
see them.  "Ummm...Miss?" he started, and then stopped 
as she turned, and in a furious tone addressed
him...

"You will NOT call me that.  Ever.  Do you understand?"  
And she spun and continued on her way through the 
stacks of books.

He practically ran after her.  "Miss...Miss.  Miss!"  
He reached out and grabbed her elbow to stop her.  He 
didn't even notice the people staring at him as he had 
pursued her through the store.

She stopped short and looked at him.  Her eyes had no 
sparkle to them at all.  They were dull and lifeless.  
Almost like she had been traumatized in some way.  And, 
indeed, she had been.  Her pet had failed to trust her 
with his well-being.

He lowered his voice.  "Please.  Come back over here 
with me.  Let's discuss this.  Please.  PLEASE." he 
begged.  He couldn't believe that their relationship 
was going to cease over such a stupid thing.

She allowed him to lead her back through the racks to a 
deserted area of the store.  She looked at him.  Poor 
thing, she thought.  He really looked panicked.  As 
well he should.  Without trust, they had nothing.  

"What?"  she asked with that toneless voice.  "Miss.  I 
am so sorry.  Please... don't you understand?  Its a 
PUBLIC place! Please...don't humiliate me this way," he 
spoke quietly and quickly to her.

She sighed.  And she looked up at him.  "Do you trust 
me so little, pet?  Do you really think I would 
embarrass you?  What did you think I was going to do?"

He just looked back at her, but felt a ray of hope as 
she addressed him as her pet.

"Trust.  That is the cornerstone of every relationship.  
Especially one of a mistress and her sub.  You know 
that.  I KNOW that you know that.  Haven't we discussed 
that before?"  she continued.

He saw her eyes soften a bit, and he didn't even glance 
around but immediately knelt before her.  "Yes, Miss.  
I know we did.  But...this is all still new to me.  And 
I was afraid."

He was confused as she interrupted him.  "Yes, that one 
there, dear.  Uh huh...THAT one.  Perfect for your 
sister, don't you think?"

He looked behind him and saw another man glancing 
curiously at them.  He picked up the casual thread of 
conversation and they discussed the merits of the 
fictitious book for a few minutes until the man left.  

She laid her hand on his head and ran her fingers 
through his hair.  He looked up at her and she smiled 
at him. "Now, pet...there was my perfect chance to 
embarrass you, but I didn't.  Now, stand up."

He did as she commanded and trembled as her fingers 
again sought out his manhood through his pants.  She 
traced over the shape of it.  He stood, not looking at 
her, but rather at her hand.  And after a few moments, 
he felt the twitches begin.  She whispered to him.  
"Mmmmm, pet...does this mean that you trust me?  Your 
cock feels like it trusts me.  Its getting hard for 
your mistress.  I know that you feel it.  Mmmmm... you 
are making me hungry.  I can
just imagine what it tastes like.  You know how much I 
like to suck it.  Drink you down when you come."

He couldn't believe he was allowing her to do this.  
His pants were bulging now.  If anyone came around the 
corner, it would be obvious that he had a hard on.  He 
looked into her eyes and saw that the brown of them was 
molten now.  She was as excited as he was, he thought, 
but she wasn't scared to death of being caught, he 
reflected.  Still...if this was what she wanted, he 
would let
her do it.  

Her voice continued to ramble words of lust to him.  
"Such a nice hard cock now.  It likes the touch of my 
hand, doesn't it?  What would you do if I unzipped you 
now, pet and dropped to my knees and started sucking 
you off?  Would you protest?  Or would you simply stand 
there and watch?  Watch that beautiful prick of yours 
thrust in and out of my mouth.  Feel the heat and the 
wetness of my mouth sucking you.  You trying to be 
quiet so no one will come back here and find us."

She kissed him, using lots of tongue, and whispered, 
"Unzip your fly, sweet."

He knew that he was going to do it.  He HAD to.  Not 
only was this a crucial moment in their relationship, 
but he wanted to feel her touch directly on his 
throbbing cock.  She could get him so hot so quickly.  
He couldn't believe the risk he was about to take.  
This was so unlike him.  But for her... "Yes, Miss," he 
answered, taking a quick glance around.

As soon as he had unzipped, her hand dove into the 
opening.  They both groaned as her hand encircled him.  
She shifted his dick so that it was pointing up, and it 
wasn't hurting him.  She didn't take it out of the fly, 
but just caressed him inside his pants.

She slowly jacked him off while she continued her 
erotic talk.  She whispered to him of how hard he felt, 
and how much she would love feel it inside her wet 
pussy.   "And it is DRIPPING, sweet," she moaned.  
"Take your finger and touch it, sweet.  Under my skirt.  
That's right.  Just run it...ahhhh," she breathed as 
his index finger ran up the crease of her lips.  "Now, 
pet....taste me...pull that finger away.  Lick it," she 
instructed him.

His mouth opened and he thrust his finger inside.  God 
he loved the taste of her juices.  Tangy and sharp, yet 
sweet.  He sucked his finger.  "Miss.  Oh... you taste 
so good.  Please...may I have some more?"

Her hand continued its steady torment of his cock.  She 
could feel the precum at the tip and she withdrew her 
hand and held the finger up to his lips.  "Now, taste 
yourself, pet."

Obediently he opened his mouth and sucked her finger 
in.  He had never tasted his own juices before his 
involvement with her, but it wasn't so bad.  He was 
used to the salty taste now.  Kind of like brie, he 
thought.  He pulled on her finger with strength and 
licked it with his tongue.  He wanted to please 
her...to make her realize that he did indeed trust her.  
And if this was the fastest way to mend that fence, 
then he would accede to her wishes gladly.
Indeed, he didn't want to imagine his life without his 
precious Miss.

She pulled her finger out of his mouth and zipped his 
pants up.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief.  "Perhaps we should 
leave now, pet.  What do you think?"

He stared at her, dumbfounded.  "Wh...what?  Miss?"

"Well, I wouldn't want us to get caught or anything.  
C'mon, sweet, let's go home." She untucked his shirt to 
cover his erection and she grabbed him by the hand and 
they exited the store.

As they walked back through the mall, still holding 
hands, she continued to whisper to him of how wet she 
still was.  And how she wanted him to lick her to 
orgasm.  She told him of how she was going to reward 
him for his obedience by allowing him to fuck her hard 
and long and even come inside of her tonight. She had 
only recently allowed him to enter her, and that only 
after they had both been tested.  As she had told him, 
passion was wonderful, but nothing worth dying over.   

His cock stayed hard while they walked, and he was 
grateful that she had untucked his shirt so not TOO 
many people noticed.  He couldn't wait to get on top of 
her and bury himself inside her slickness and feel the 
heat of her cunt scorch him.  He knew how her walls 
would grasp him tightly and convulse when she came 
around him.  And he knew that her orgasm would trigger 
his...and this time she was going to allow him to come 
inside her.  She didn't let him do that often.  She 
frequently had him come on her tits, or in his hand, or 
ON her pussy.  And then he had to lick it up.  

They walked through the dark parking lot for it seemed 
like forever to him.  She had parked in the middle of a 
row of cars, but kind of far from the mall, and he 
wondered how he was going to make it home.  She was 
still talking dirty to him, and he couldn't stand the 
prolonged excitement.  

She walked around the car and unlocked the passenger 
side for him.  As he stood next to her, she suddenly 
grabbed his cock and pushed him up against the side of 
the car.  "Here, pet. Now.  I want you to fuck me now."

"Wh..WHAT?  Here, Miss?  In the lot?"

"Yes, pet.  I want you in me now."  And with that, she 
bent over the hood of the car and pulled her skirt up.  
She wasn't wearing panties, of course.  She never did.  
And he could see the white flesh between her thighs.  
Her pussy was bare.  She kept it shaved, and he liked 
that.  He liked to bury his face in that cunt and lick 
and suck until she pulled him away from her by his 
hair.

He glanced around once and figured what the hell.  He 
unzipped and pulled his hard prick out of his fly.  He 
ran it once up and down her wet slit and located her 
tiny hole.  She moaned.  And with one thrust, rammed 
his entire seven inches balls deep into her pussy.  
They both groaned with the feeling.

"Yes, pet.  Like that.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Deep.  
More..  Faster..." she encouraged him.

He held on to her hips and drove back and forth into 
her tight cunt.  Jesus she felt so good.  He looked 
around, and seeing that no one was around, allowed 
himself to enjoy the feeling.  "Aahhhhh...." he moaned.  

He was going to make her come already, she thought.  
She had been so hot that she knew it wouldn't take 
long.  After the first twenty or thirty thrusts, she 
felt herself freeze, crest, and start convulsing.  She 
groaned loudly, and reveled in the feeling of 
contracting around his thick cock.  It felt so damn 
good, she thought.  

As soon as he felt her freeze, he knew she was about to 
come.  Her yell reverberated through the parking area 
and he hoped that security wouldn't investigate.  But 
then he stopped thinking.  Her cunt, around his cock, 
tightened and rippled, and he buried himself inside and 
just held it.  An answering moan came from deep inside 
him, and he yelled too as he started to spurt deep 
inside her.  They panted and groaned almost in unison 
as they rode out their climaxes.

Finally, he sagged over her back and he felt himself 
slip out of her.  "Mmmmmmm," he murmured in a satiated 
tone.

"Mmmmmm, is right, sweet," she whispered back.  "NOW 
will you trust me?"

"Yes, Miss," he answered.  "Always, Miss."  And he 
nipped her on the back of her neck.



