("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Date Night by Duncan (duncan580@yahoo.com) *** A young husband decides to treat his submissive wife to a night of decadence. (M+/F, exh, wife, reluc, bi, v, oral, anal, bd) *** We had talked for months about setting aside time together. We kept telling each other how much we both needed to get away and "play" together. Time is something that is very hard to come by. The arrangement was made that we would each have a weekend of our fantasy. Since my birthday was approaching, we agreed that I could go first. We each agreed that we would submit to the will of our partner for the length of one weekend to live out their fantasy. The weekend would last from seven o'clock Friday night, until noon Sunday morning. The chance of a lifetime with my soul mate, was an opportunity that I would not pass up. Everyday for two weeks, I text message, saying only "Teddy Bear". It took weeks of planning and preparation. It was a matter of finding the right locations, the right clothes, working out as many details that I could afford. I found a small warehouse for lease in the industrial part of town. The businesses in the area were all closed on the weekends, so we wouldn't be disturbed. It was a storage warehouse, so it held the atmosphere that I needed and wouldn't need much in the way of cleaning. I made sure that the doors were all secured and swept the floors clean. Then I went to the lumber yard and bought the materials I would need. I constructed three picnic type tables and covered one with padding and a sheet, stapling it underneath the table top. I also secured cables and chains from the ceiling, setting them five feet apart and six and a half feet in the air. I had invested much in the way of toys and accessories and brought them in a duffel bag and spread them on the remaining tables. My location being secured, I went shopping again. I already had clothing that would be appropriate but my pet would need proper attire. Driving to the more questionable side of town, there was a particular store that I had heard of that catered to the needs of local call girls. They had just what I was looking for. I found an outfit that was almost school girl, then added a dark twist. The miniskirt is about 18 inches long. I find a pair of black crotchless panties and a black peek-a-boo bra. Then I find a pair of lace up thigh- highs in black and replaced the white blouse with a black corset. The shoes would be a tall pair of heels. You have always been my fantasy of a lady on the streets and a slut in the sheets. This weekend, we take it out of the sheets and into the night. I go by a local salon and purchase a gift package of hair, nails, full body waxing, and make you an appointment for five-thirty Friday night. I take the certificate to a flower shop and have a bouquet delivered to your office with the certificate as the card. On the note, I send you a message to enjoy your time at the salon, there is a package awaiting you at home. Be ready for me to pick you up at seven. At home, I set the scene for you. I post notes everywhere that say only "Teddy Bear". I make trails of rose petals to lead you to where you should go. The first trail, you follow to the table and a bottle of champagne on ice. The trail then continues to the bathroom where I have left you a basket of shower goodies, gels, lotions, and new perfume. The bathroom was set for your shower. Then there was another trail leading to our bedroom. I laid the bed out for your short after shower nap. Your new outfit is laid out on a chair in the room ready for you. I leave a note on your clothes reminding you that I will be here at seven. I also set your alarm clock to go off at six thirty. I arrive on time and ring the door bell. I am dressed in black slacks and a white pirate shirt. You open the door and step back asking me in. I am consumed by how incredibly sexy you look! I had intended for the outfit to hug your curves, but I had no idea that it would fit you this well. I have to concentrate to keep from drooling. I take out a leather collar and hand it to you. The word PET is in chrome letters on your throat. "If you accept your role in tonight's events, you will put this on. Please understand that if at any point you wish to stop, you simply need to say the words "Teddy Bear" and everything stops. Then when you will have the decision of continuing or ending the play. But I do ask that you not misuse the power." You take the collar and place it around your neck, turning for me to clasp it. I point to the floor and you get down on your knees in front of me. I take out my cock and you deep throat it. You put your hands behind your back and start to bob up and down, swallowing my cock. Being excited and anxious about the evening, I cum in your mouth in only minutes. I take my handkerchief and wipe your chin clean. Then take your hand, helping you to your feet. You put on your coat and we drive off. I take you across town where I have reservations at a Fondue Restaurant. We spend two hours feeding each other and drinking wine. Aside from the waiter's occasional interruption, we both find intimacy with each other. After dinner we drive downtown to a club for some dancing. Upon leaving the restaurant, I clip a lead to your collar. You being the sexual creature that you are, capture the eye of every guy in the bar as I lead you in. We spend a couple of hours dancing, me fondling your body in the crowd. Everyone is too caught up in each other to pay us any attention. I twirl you and bend you over grinding against your body in various lewd ways. My hands explore every inch of your body through your skimpy clothes. I am pleased with the outfit. You turn, grinding your ass against me. I lift your skirt up to your waist, and bend you over to touch the floor, spanking you with a loud SMACK across each cheek. The men in the room all nod their heads smirking with envy. The women all blush with lust wishing that they would be taken in such a manner. With you bent over, I slip my hand between us, tracing your pussy with my finger, slipping my finger inside you, then tracing further up, teasing your tight ass. Then I slap both ass cheeks again leaving hand prints and pull your skirt back in place. You turn and take my face in your hand and we kiss again, smearing your lipstick slightly. I grab the top of your corset and pull it down catching your nipple in my mouth, devouring it, biting it, then putting it back in place. As the song finishes, I kiss your hand and then lead you to a lounge area and an empty sofa. The waitress comes by with bottled water. Standing beside you, she leans down to say something. She compliments me on how "absolutely hot" we are! She introduces her self as Staci. She reveals that she has always wanted to be taken as a pleasure slave but has never had the opportunity. I explain that this is our first night out as Dom and sub and we aren't ready to take on slaves, perhaps another time. I ask her if she would like to dance with you and she says "definitely"! The waitress is dressed in a sexy business type outfit of white dress shirt that is unbuttoned to her navel, black miniskirt eight inches above her knee, and a pair of lace up knee high boots with stiletto heels. She has a curvy figure, approximately a size ten. Her boobs are almost as large as yours, probably a large C cup. Whoever picked her outfit has excellent tastes, it hugs in the right places to compliment every curve. "My pet is no whore, however, your occupying our time together will be costly. If I am to allow you to take her away, then I will have to be entertained."\ She will make someone a good sub someday. Not knowing what I might ask of her, she doesn't hesitate. "I'll do whatever you ask of me! Please sir, may we play?" "Give us a moment to discuss it. We will contact you when we are ready." She does a short bow and returns to work. Once she is out of earshot, I look at you. "She is rather entertaining, isn't she!" "Sire, she is beautiful. Would you like for she and I to dance for you?" "I would like that." I give you a hundred dollar bill and a set of instructions. First and foremost, if the two of you are allowed to play together, you must both stand before me and remove your panties. She will be allowed to touch you anywhere except your crotch. You can touch her wherever you wish. The two of you may only touch each other with me in the room. She will not be allowed to touch me, nor will I touch her. You go to the bar and request a VIP room. Then you approach her and deliver her instructions and return to my side. Without a second thought, the young waitress follows you. As I sit in on the sofa, both of you stand in front of me, lift your skirts and remove your panties and lay them on the coffee table between us. I put them in my pocket and stand, offering each of you my hand. She leads us to our VIP room and closes the curtain behind us. I take a seat on the large sofa and relax to enjoy the show. The music from the club is relayed into this room. The DJ for the evening has a liking for techno. I don't recognize the song, but the two of you have no problem finding the rhythm. I motion you over to her and the two of you begin to dance, encircling each other, grinding on each other. Within moments, the two of you begin to come together, grinding, groping, and caressing each others bodies through your clothing. Standing behind her, you grind into her ass. You bend her over and spank her playfully. Then you run your hand up the back of her blouse and unsnap her strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor. She stands, kicking the bra into my lap. Her breasts remaining firm, her nipples standing hard, bulging under the thin fabric of her blouse. As you dance behind her, you put our hands on her shoulders, caressing down her chest, into the opening of her blouse, you slip your hands inside, cupping her, pushing her top open and off of her breasts. She grinds down, putting her hands on your calves, then guides her touch up your legs, her touch tickling your thighs. She lifts your skirt and slips her hand between your thighs, fondling your clit as the two of you grind together. "No, no, little one. That prize is mine and mine alone. I do not share! Remove your hand." She does as she is told, dropping her head. "Toy, she has broken the rules. She is to be punished. Remove her clothes." She starts to shiver, thinking of what might be coming. You actually start to tremble in fear of what might happen to her. I reach into my coat pocket and take out a bag of clamps, laying them on the table. "Toy, I want you to attach these to her body. Put one on each of her nipples, one on her clit and attach the rest to her labia." A tear trickles down her cheek. She is scared, but it is more shame for failing. She now feels unworthy as a slave. How could she offer her soul to a Master for life, if she can't obey the rules for one hour? A feeling of worthlessness sets in. I approach her and wipe the tear from her face with a napkin. "If you can't follow the rules, you will be punished. That is the same with me, as with any Dom. Your tears only make watching it more enjoyable. Do not take this as a failure, but as a lesson. Part of being a good master is setting the rules and goals just beyond the reach of your Sub. Naturally there will always be failures. Otherwise the relationship grows stagnant. The only truly "worthless" Sub, is a boring Sub. Remember that!" I walk over to you, putting my arm around you. "I will be lenient this time, seeing as it is your first offense. The club owner is a friend of mine. He is holding a "Hot Buns" contest in a couple of minutes. You will walk on stage nude, turn, and spread your ass cheeks for the world to see. If you win the contest, you are free. If not, you are my property for a month. Are we clear?" "Yes sir. I am so sorry sir!" "No apologies. I will get a report of the contest from the club owner in the morning. If you lose, you will have one week to get your things in order. After that, I will own you for four weeks, to do with as I please. Oh, and just for fun, don't take the clamps off until after the contest. Good luck." While you straighten your clothes, I step out to make a phone call. I hang up just as you come to find me. "Who was that?" "I'll explain later. Don't think that you are off the hook, you broke the rules as well Toy. Your punishment is coming." We both decide to move on so I take you outside, leading you to an alley on our way to the car, where I pin you to the wall and kiss you, running my tongue as far as it will reach. I tell you to take out my cock. Then I part your legs and slip inside you, looking into your eyes, daring you to scream. I feel your body tremble as you climax. I pound at your pussy till I cum into the condom. I ease out of you. You remove the condom and tie it off, tossing it into a nearby dumpster. I take you back to our car. Bending you over the trunk of the car, I part the cheeks of your ass, tonguing you. Licking your back door. Then I ease a small vibrating butt plug inside you, putting in to the hilt. I bite your ass, then help you into the car. Once in the car, you ask me what will happen to her. "I have arranged for her to be trained. I have a friend who owes me a favor. That was him I called. If she loses the contest, I will pass her to him to be properly trained as a Sub. Then he will assist her in finding a Master." "Will she be alright?" "I promise you that she will be as safe with him, as you are with me." I drive out to the warehouse district of town. Everything here is closed and most look deserted. It's not a place that you would want to be stranded. I take out a garage door remote and activate it, driving into the door as it opens, then close the door behind us. "Stay in the car." You nod your head up and down in response. I get out and disappear into the pitch black warehouse. A spot light comes on illuminating a row of metal tables that are covered with sheets. Then another light comes on showing a picnic style table. Then another light clicks on showing chains hanging from the ceiling and others attached to rings in the concrete floor. The chains from the ceiling stop six feet from the ground and have hooks on the end. The ones at the floor are only a few links long and have D-rings. The chains are surrounded by a circle of tall mirrors. I step up to the car, opening your door, helping you out. I clip the leash onto your collar and lead you over to the lights. "Now the evening begins!" "What do you mean?" "Take off your clothes leaving only the collar. Then I will show you what is in store." Once you are naked, take four leather cuffs, wrapping one around each wrist and ankle and securing them with buckles. I take your leash and lead you over to where the chains are dangling. I then secure each wrist, over your head, and each ankle to the floor. The floor chains keep your legs spread to a shoulders width. I step behind you cupping your firm ass. I slip the plug from the car ride, out of your ass, tossing it aside. I take a paper sack and hang it over your head so that you can't see what I'm doing. Just as your curiosity starts to peak, you feel the rush as ice touches your navel. Your body starts to buck away and I catch your breast in my mouth, holding it. If you pull away from the ice, it pulls my teeth tighter on your nipple. I trace circles and patterns all over your stomach with the ice cube. Then I move around to your back and slowly trace lines up and down your back with ice. I wrap my warm arm around you, pressing the ice against your pussy. Then it hits you. The sudden shock of hot wax dribbling onto your nipples. The cold chills still raising as the ice circles your clit. Your body begins to shake. Both sensations fade and I give your nerves a chance to recover. Then you slowly realize the feathers that are tracing over your flesh. The tickling sensation as I move them up and down your ribs and spine. I tickle the crease between your ass cheek and your thigh, then continue on your inner thighs. I trace the feathers gently touch up the length of your spine to tickle the nape of your neck. I put the feather down and remove your blinder. "In the club I gave you clear instructions that she was not to touch your crotch. I even gave you permission to touch her in any way that you wanted. But you failed. You let her touch my pussy. Now I have to punish you." I take a nine tailed whip from the table and begin to twirl it. I swat it against your butt, making it red. I spank your ass cheeks one at a time, never hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make it sting. I swipe the tails of the whip across the back of both calves, then pop you on each shoulder blade. I move around in front of you and teasingly draw the tails of the whip across your cheeks and then down across your tits. I put down the nine-tail and start rubbing my hands up your back, down your chest. I cup your breasts. I softly rub your tummy, sliding my hands down your thighs, then back up, parting your pussy with my fingers. I put metal clamps on your nipples, stretching them. I take a spreader bar, putting it between your knees, holding your legs apart. I kneel down in front of you. I pull and play with your labia, enticing them one at a time. As you start to relax again, I pin a clothespin to your right labia, then one to your left side. Then working up and down each side, I place another pin every inch. I step behind you with a paddle and start to swat your ass. I spank one cheek at a time, till each one is bright red. I return to one of the tables and find a vibrator. It is eight inches long, bullet shaped, with studs up and down the length of the shaft. I kneel in front of you again, placing the tip of the vibe against your now open pussy, slowly twisting it as I slip it inside you. This particular model has straps, so once it is all the way inside you, I strap it in place and turn it on low. I then select a short bull whip and return to striping your ass, while the vibrator and the clothespins stimulate you. I put pink stripes up and down your back, then down the back of your legs. As you start to groan and scream, I turn off the vibrator and remove it slowly. Then I take off the clothespins one at a time. Then the clamps come off of your nipples. Your body begins to sag at your wrist restraints from exhaustion. I hold up a sign in front of you. "Reading these words aloud will be considered a sign of your total submission. What you have seen so far has only been a taste of what is to come. If you say these words, you will become my pet. You will obey my every whim, but be given the life of royalty. If you do not choose to say these words, then I will continue to play with your body, until you use the safety word. Passing out is also not an option. I will simply wait until you wake up and then pick up where we leave off. Do you understand?" You simply nod your head, as a devilish grin creeps across your face. I take a bottle of water from a cooler, drink from it, then offer you a drink. The water pours out the corner of your lips and runs down your naked body. The rest, I pour over your head to cool you. I take the sign and hang it on the mirror in front of you. As I return to the table for another toy, I hear what I have been waiting weeks for. You say the words. "I am yours. You hold my breath in your hand. I exist only to do what you would have me to do. Do with me as you will. You are my Sire." I open a cooler and take out two ice packs and a roll of duct tape. Pressing them one at a time against your breasts, I run the tape across, securing it tight against your nipples. Then I move over to the wall and turn the crank slightly, tightening the tension on your wrists, raising you onto your tip-toes. I step up behind you, and begin striking the bull whip near the soles of your feet. I count to five, then pop the whip only a hair from your right calf. I count to five again, then strike just as close to your left calf. After another count to five, I coyly tap the back of your right thigh, not enough to leave a mark. I count to five, and then pop the whip against your left butt cheek the same way. I count to five and then repeat on your right cheek. Then I begin another count, except when I get to three, I strike the whip against your left cheek. The squeal you let out tells me that I did it correctly. A bright red streak appears across your flesh. Immediately, I strike your right cheek, leaving a similar streak. You fight as much as you can, but your body is reaching it's limit. You are too aroused to maintain concentration and let out a scream. As the ice packs take effect on your nipples, the sensations conflict. The cold chill from the ice, permeating your tits, while the fiery sting of the whip sends waves of heat up and down your back. The sting of my whip seems to distract you from the numbness setting in from the ice against your skin. I lay the whip across your left shoulder blade, leaving a pink stripe. Then I count to five and repeat that stripe across the opposite shoulder blade. Then after a count of three, I strike the whip down your back, I strike one side, count to ten, then the other side. I make sure that the whip contacts your flesh parallel to your spine, and an inch to each side. Then I lap it over your shoulder, the fringe of the whip breezing past your cheek. I give you a second to realize how close it was. The fear barely begins to burst into your conscience and I lay it across your opposite shoulder. Then I rapidly begin to strike down your back. I leave diagonal streaks down your back that begin at the spine and go downward and diagonally outward. You squeal out each time it pops your skin. Your tanned back decorated with bright red and pink stripes. I put the whip down and take a bottle of water from the cooler. I hold it to your lips, letting you drink. The chilled water streams down your cheeks. I lift the bottle from your lips and pour a small amount over your forehead, rinsing away the tears that trickled down your face. You see me take out a package and tear it open. I hold the contents up to your face. It dawns on you that it is a small rubber dog bone. I take your face in my hand, squeezing your mouth open, I slip the bone between your teeth. "Understand that this toy is going to be for your benefit. I strongly advise that you hold it between your teeth. However, should you decide not to do so, I will tape it in your mouth. Am I clear?" You shake your head, affirmative. "Will you behave and do as I ask?" I inquire in an almost teasing manner. Unable to speak without dropping the bone, you shake your head in agreement. I take the black bag that you wore over your head on the ride here. Standing behind you, I slip it over your head once again, blinding you. To make certain that you cannot see what is happening, I tie a blindfold around your eyes as well. Everything in the room settles for several seconds. Your mind begins to race, curiosity taking it's hold on your thoughts, you wonder what is coming next. Standing there, on your tip toes, completely naked, your hands are cuffed up over your head, your ankles are shackled to the floor. You are completely exposed and vulnerable to my every whim. Your only way out would be to use the safety word, but then the evening might stop. Your body is wracked. Your muscles are nearing exhaustion. Your body tingles from the whips. You hear a bottle being opened. The plastic cap clicks onto the metal table. Liquid sloshes inside a bottle. You hear something roll across the concrete floor in your direction. Then you feel my warm breath on your stomach. I rub your right breast, insuring that the icy chill is still in effect. You are consumed by the sensation of ice again as it circles your nipple. Slowly, the last of your feeling in that breast reaches numbness. You feel as I pull and stretch it, the tingling sensation protecting you from discomfort. The tingling sensation continues as something soft, cotton like strokes over and around your areola. Again, silence and darkness ensues. Unable to see anything that is happening around you, you feel the slightest touch through the numbness in your breast. That soft sensation is soon replaced with a tiny sharp prick sends shock waves of pain wash over your body. You scream around the gag, as your teeth dig into it. You buck and squirm against the restraints but they do not give. I grab your cheeks through the bag, holding the gag in place. You start to breath deeply and your body settles, but the trembling continues. The shock and pain of what just happened begins to subside. The instant you feel the ice touch your left nipple, you jerk hard, twisting your body in fear. Your head spinning side to side violently beneath the sack. You feel me slap your right breast. Then I slap your cheek, getting your full attention. You are unable to see through the bag, but you can feel me as I touch my nose to yours, holding your face still. "This is a small temporary pain that you will endure. The less you fight and struggle, the less it will hurt. More importantly, this is a rare opportunity for you to choose your destiny. You can be rewarded for serving me loyally, or you can be punished for your insolence. Make your choice, and make it now." I release you and step away allowing your mind to absorb everything. The darkness and the cold begin to stimulate your thoughts. Your breathing becomes slow and deep as you come to terms with your choice. Without hesitation and without giving you an opportunity to resist, I grab your left breast with a tight grip. Your body freezes in place as your mind begins to resist what is about to happen. You begin to cry, around the gag. The same sharp shock waves permeate your right nipple. You scream from deep down in a guttural roar. The trembling takes over your body as you writhe in pain. Your head twists side to side. Your breathing is quick and shallow. Tears begin to trickle out of the bottom of the sack. I step behind you, putting my hands on your naked sides. Then you feel me untie the blindfold. The bag is lifted from your head. Your head turns immediately to see the stool in front of you. Then you focus on the bottle of peroxide on the table beside you. Just then, the thought takes hold of your consciousness and you look down to see your newly pierced nipples. The two inch long needles are still in place. I step in front of you and attach the hoops. One at a time, I squeeze your breasts and pull the tool through, putting the rings in place, detach the needles, and screwing the silver balls onto the ends, I twist the hoops into their correct potion. I douse you with a cold bottle of water, rinsing away the small drops of blood that had accumulated around the piercings. I un-clip your ankles, then one wrist at a time, bracing you, as your naked body wraps around mine. I help you to the floor. I hand you another bottle of water and step away into the darkness of the warehouse. Another spotlight comes on a few feet away, where there is a daybed, and a sheet of plywood propped up, displaying a suit of black leather lingerie. Then another lights up, shining on a tile shower stall. I return to your side, clipping the leash to your collar, you crawl beside me to the shower. I turn on the hot, steamy water. You stand beside me and remove my clothes. As we step into the shower together, you take to your knees, take my cock into your warm, wet mouth and begin sucking it. As my cock rises, I lift you to your feet, push you against the wall and step between your legs. In one motion, I slide my cock all the way inside your dripping wet pussy, pinning you to the tile. You arch your hips and back, grinding your swollen clit against my stomach as you climb up and down my rod. Within a few deep strokes, you begin to quiver as the orgasm conquers your body. The orgasm has a life of its own. It has been building inside you since the evening began. It moves through your body for five minutes. Just as it releases you, your body begins to relax. "Are you truly mine?" "Yes Sire! I am completely yours!" I take your shoulders, turn you to face the wall, and press you against it. "Spread your ass for me." You do as you are told and I press my cock against your tight ass. You breath deep, flinching as I push the head of my dick inside you. Once I feel it pass the sphincter muscle, I wait to let you adjust. Just as your breathing returns to normal and the whimpering begins to subside, I slowly work in and out, inches at a time. You prop your foot on the wall of the shower allowing me easier entry. "Take it Sire, take me as your pet. Fuck my ass." "Say please!" "Please Sire, PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!" I press my cock all the way inside you. The mercy washes away in the shower. I press my body to yours, pinning you tight against the cold tile as I hammer my dick in and out of your ass. You begin to shed tears of ecstasy, screaming in passion. I let out a roar as I feel your ass squeeze me inside you. The orgasm rushes through your body. Cum pours out of your ass and pussy as I take my cock out. Your knees begin to give out and I ease you to the floor of the shower. I take the hand nozzle and begin to wash you. I take a cloth and soap and starting at your shoulders, I begin to scrub my way down your body. I make sure to lather every inch of you. You roll around on the floor of the shower giving me full access to clean you. I put the nozzle against your ass, rinsing out the remaining cum. Once you are clean, I step out and towel off, then I help you to your feet and towel you dry. I reattach the leash to your collar. "If you are to be a good pet, you must behave like one. You are to crawl like an animal. You are only allowed on your feet at my permission. Do you understand?" "Yes Sire, I will do anything to please you." I lead you across the room on your hands and knees. I walk you back over to the tables. "Stand up so that I can dress you." You stand up as you are told. You become curious as to what else may be in store. The burning waves of pain that were flushing through your body have now subsided and you find yourself becoming completely aroused as you take your role of total submission. "Raise your arms as I had you cuffed earlier." You raise your hands to the ceiling as if trying to grab one of the rafters several stories above your head. I place the bag over your head again. "Sire, am I to be punished again?" "No Toy. You are being transformed. The pain will be minimal if at all. But the result is to be a surprise." You feel something cool and smooth, almost rubbery wrap around your torso. It fits firmly against the underside of your breasts and wraps your stomach to your waist. Then slowly, I lift one of your legs, holding you to maintain your balance. You feel something wrap around your feet and slowly begin to roll up your leg. The taunt, mesh, fabric, wraps your leg from your toes, to your thigh, just above the knee. I then repeat the same on your opposite leg. I take your calf, lifting one foot at a time, slipping your toes into a high heeled shoe. Then you feel something further. Something wraps your ankles and up to your knees. You feel it become snug around your calf and then you become aware that I am lacing it. The same thing repeats on the other foot and leg. I stand behind you, placing my hand between your shoulder blades, I prod you forwards. "Touch the floor, Toy." You do as you are told. Until tonight, you were not accustomed to wearing such high heels and you are somewhat nervous that you will topple over. You judge that the heels must be at least four inches. I run my finger up your back and underneath the bag, gripping your hair. I use your hair as a reign and move you, bending you across an empty metal table. Your newly pierced nipples tapping as your flesh comes into contact with the cold metal tabletop. Stretching your arms out over your head, clasping your hands around the edge of the table, I command you not to move. Then you feel me grip your ass, rubbing it, massaging it, and kneading it. Still blinded with the sack, you hear something move on the table beside you. I nudge your ankle with my foot and tell you to spread your legs. As you spread your legs, you feel me spread your ass apart and something warm, round, and greasy begins to massage your sore anus. It rubs in small, slow circles, then finds its target directly against your ass, and I start to slowly twist it. You moan softly in anticipation, gently easing back against the phallic object. "You like that Toy?" "I do Sire, I love it when you play with my ass." "You mean, You love it when I play with your slutty ass?" "Yes Sire, I love being your ass slut! Please use me Sire!" I apply pressure, and work the knobby object into your ass. Each knob is round and slightly larger than the one before. The smallest being a globe of a half inch in diameter. There are six more bulbs along the tool, I only slip five of them inside you. But when I slap your butt, you notice something swishing behind you. I reach in and grab your hair again, lifting you off of the table, I stand you up and order you to your knees again. I tug at your leash, leading you blindly across the floor on all-fours, I bring you to a stop. You sit up on your knees and I tell you to stand and close your eyes. You stand straight with your hands behind you. "If I suspicion you peaking, the punishment will be severe." I slowly pull the bag from your head and you feel something slip over the top of your scalp. It fits almost like a tiara. You so badly want to peak, but you know I am watching and that my words were more than a mere open threat. You hear and feel me step back a couple of paces. "Now that is a masterpiece. You may open your eyes, Pet." You open your eyes. You are surrounded by tall mirrors. Immediately you are in shock at the creature staring back at you. The latex, peek-a-boo corset with fur edges, the thigh high fishnets, the black latex boots up to your knees topped in black fur, with four inch heels, none of which you ever pictured yourself in, now feel like a second skin. You also remember the object that I inserted. You feel a tickle behind you. You turn slowly to look and realize that you have a horse like tail and cat ears on your head. You assumed that "Pet" was just an expression. It had never crossed your mind that you would open your eyes to see this staring back at you in a mirror, yet here it is, a beautiful, sexy creature. No woman would subject herself to such a display. What type of woman would be aroused at such treatment? A smile comes across your face as you kneel down on all fours. You are no woman. You are a slutty pet and you love every second of it. Just then, the warm embrace of orgasm sweeps across your body causing you to shiver and purr. I smile and run my fingers through your hair, drawing your mouth to my cock and fuck your face, climaxing into your mouth, watching in pleasure as you swallow it all. I then lead you by the leash to bed for the night, pleased with my creation. Just the beginning... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 59