You wake up on my bed, hands above your head, held fast to my headboard by the soft, velveteen cuffs around your wrists.
There were no drugs, this is nothing insidious. You just did what you were told. You turned your brain off and let me do what you know you wanted me to do. You let me put on the pretty pink lingerie. You let me slide the stockings slowly up your thighs. You even let me put a touch of eyeliner on your eyes because I told you how pretty your eyes look.
You let me do these things to you. You did what you were told, like a good girl.
You almost didn’t even realize I was placing the cuffs around your wrists. You wanted them, through the fear and expectation and delight and worry.
Now you wake up on my bed, hands above your head, held fast to my headboard by the soft, velveteen cuffs around your wrists. I’m standing next to the bed holding a small piece of fabric you can’t identify and you look at me, but you don’t ask. You are silent.
“Good Girl.” I say.
“Um–”
“Shhh…” I stop you, placing a painted nailed finger against your lips. “Shhh my pet. You don’t talk.”
You whimper slightly, not sure if that counts as talking.
“Pets make such cute noises,” I say.
I climb onto the bed slowly and straddle you, sitting high on your stomach. The neglige I’m wearing brushes against your chest and lights your skin. I lean down and place my right cheek against yours, I can barely feel the light stubble coming in after your morning shave.
“Shhhh…” I whisper into your ear. “Shhhh… my pet. Are you my pet?” I ask, slowly.
“Ye-”
I bite your earlobe, hard. It throbs. You wonder if I drew blood.
“Shhhh… Pets don’t talk.” I whisper in your ear. “Pets can’t talk. Are you my pet?”
You whimper softly as you nod your head yes.
“Good girl.” I say. “You are my pet. You are my pretty little girl pet. And pretty girl pets get pretty girl presents. Do you want your pretty present?”
You nod yes.
I reach over and pull from my nightstand a long silver chain and hold it up in front of you.
“My pretty little girl pet gets a present!” I say, smiling. “She gets a pretty little collar!”
I lower the long chain and it pools in the notch of your neck like a thin snake. Then I hold up two ends that make the chain form a “Y,” the tops of which end in clasps like a necklace, and I slowly slide them around either side of your neck.
“Not some big brutish collar like a big ugly boy pet,” I say in a pouting voice. “You’re not some big ugly boy, are you my pet? No, you are a pretty girl pet, and pretty girl pets get pretty girl collars.”
I clasp the collar’s chain around your neck and rise back up to sit on you, holding the end of the chain that forms a long leash, pulling it slow toward myself with my fingertips as I speak.
“Pretty girl pets get pretty girl collars. Without their pretty girl collars, they wouldn’t know who their owners are. They might get… lost!” I exclaim.
The chain is tight now, the collar pulling slightly against the back of your neck as I hold tension on it while I sit on you.
“We wouldn’t want my pet to get lost would we?” I say, not waiting for you to shake your head in answer. “We wouldn’t want my pet to forget who their owner is, would we?”
I pull the chain tight as I bend down to your ear and whisper.
“You know you owns you, don’t you pet?” I ask slowly, pulling on your collar. You nod yes.
“You belong to me, don’t you, pet? I own you, don’t I?”
Yes, you nod.
“Good girl. That’s a good pet.” I tug lightly on the collar as I speak. “Never… forget… that you… belong to… me.”
Then I kiss you, long and hard, shoving my tongue roughly into your mouth and wrestling yours to the floor. I release your leash and it lays on your chest and belly. I kiss you and I kiss you and as I kiss you, you feel the thin chain leash slide off your belly and chest and slide down the left side of your neck like a snake. I kiss you until you’re breathless, biting your lips, and when I pull away your eyes are closed, your mouth seeking mine as you whimper slightly.
“Such cute noises, my pet,” I say. I lean over and kiss your earlobe where I bit it, pulling it into my mouth and toying it with my tongue.
“Is my pet a good girl?” I whisper in your ear?
You nod your head, barely squeeking.
“Good girl,” I say. “I want to feel my pet. Can I feel my pet?” I ask.
You nod.
Slowly, I slide myself down your belly lower and lower until she touches my ass.
“Oooh! You’re a hard little pet, aren’t you?” I slide lower, my ass pushing your hard penis down between your legs.
“I want to feel how hard you are.” I say, and I reach back and pull my ass apart so your hard dick nestles in between my cheeks, deep in them. Then I squeeze.
You buck slightly.
“Mmmm… such a hard little pet!” I say, and I rock my ass back and forth on top of you, pulling your dick slightly each way.
“I like my hard little pet,” I say.
With your dick still nestled into my ass, I lean forward and place my lips on your neck, then my teeth, then I bite you. Hard. You wonder if I drew blood. Then I bite you again. With each bite, I squeeze your dick with my ass. Bite, bite, bite. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
“My pet is so hard.” I say, squeezing again. “All that mean testosterone making my poor little pet so hard.” I squeeze again, and then sit up, pushing your penis straight down between your legs, painfully straight down.
“All that mean testosterone hurts you, doesn’t it pet.” I say, bouncing slightly as I say “hurt,” your penis bent painfully down, hurting.
I lean forward, easing the pressure off your hurting penis.
“I don’t want my pet to hurt,” I say. Leaning back down, I place my lips on your neck, you wait for the bite.
“I want my pet to feel good,” I say into your neck, licking where I bit you and squeezing your dick with my cheeks.
“I want my pet…” I say, punctuating each word with a soft, slow, lick “to… feel… so… good…”
I pull away, just a bit, and look into your eyes.
“Do you want to feel good, my pet? Do you want to feel so good?”
Your eyes widen as you look into mine, a mix of excitement and fear. From next to your head, I pull the piece of fabric you couldn’t identify before and you see it’s a silk sleeping mask.
“My sweet pet,” I say, “Such a good little pet. Such a good girl. Good girls deserve to feel sooo good,” I say.
I place the sleep mask over your head, covering your eyes.
“No peeking, my pet,” I say. “No looking. Feeling. Pets don’t speak.”
I bend down, taking your right earlobe into my lips and nibbling it softly.
“Pets don’t speak,” I whisper, “and they don’t see.”
I move my head to your left earlobe and take it into my lips, nibbling it softly as I squeeze your dick with my ass cheeks.
“Pets only feel. Pets feel good,” I say. “Do you want to feel good?” I ask.
Slowly, you nod yes.
I move back to your right ear and play with your earlobe with my tongue. Then I whisper “You are safe, my pet. You are safe and you are loved, my pet.”
Blinded, you can’t see me, you only feel me. Pets don’t see, you think to yourself. Pets only feel. You feel me rising up, your dick still nuzzled in between my ass starts to slide out, you whimper slightly, not wanting to leave the soft pressure of my ass. When you come free, You feel me push your dick down with my pussy, I sit back on you, my pussy pressing your dick flat against your stomach.
“My pet is so hard, isn’t she?” I say. I can feel your dick quivering against my pussy, quivering, questing, wanting.
“My pet wants something, doesn’t she?” I ask.
Slowly you nod yes and in your blindfolded darkness you hear me laugh as you feel me rub my pussy up and down along your throbbing dick.
“Not yet, my pet,” I say. “My pet has tricks to do first.”
You feel me reach for something and wonder what it is, then tense in shock as cold steel touches your stomach at your belly button.
“Silly pet!” I laugh, and you feel a pulling on your lingerie.
“My pet looks so pretty in her lingerie,” I say, “but we have other games to play, my pet.”
You realize that the metal was scissors, and that I’m cutting straight up the center of your frilly covering.
“We can’t play those games if my pets pretty breasts are covered,” I say, and with a tear I rip open the last of your lingerie and pull it off of you.
“Now, my pet, we have some tricks to learn,” I say. “Pets have to be taught, and their owners have to teach them. I’m going to teach you, my pet.”
I shift my pelvis, sliding it up and down on yours so that your still hard dick rides against my pussy. Up and down, and up and down, stroking it against your belly.
“I need to teach you, my pet. Do you want me to teach you?”
You almost speak out and catch yourself, nodding ‘yes’ enthusiastically.
“Good girl,” I say.
You feel me reach around the left side of your neck to take the chain leash and pull it up, your collar pulling against your neck slightly. You feel the leash moving slowly as I speak but don’t know why.
“Good little pretty girl pets are trained little pretty girl pets,” I say. “We need to train you, my pet.”
Blindfolded, you try to listen, to feel, to figure out what I’m doing to the end of your leash.
“I want my pet to be trained,” I say, tugging on the collar a bit as I speak each word. “I want a very… well… trained… pet.”
Suddenly, the tension releases from the collar and you feel me lean forward, putting my lips against your neck and speaking into your skin as I ride my pussy slowly up and down on your painfully hard cock.
“You want to be a well-trained little pet, don’t you?” I ask into your neck.
Yes, you nod.
“Good girl,” I say.
Then, I slide my body down and bring my lips to the right side of your chest. I kiss your chest gently, then start making a slow, spirialling circle around your right nipple, speaking words into your chest in between soft kisses.
“Poor poor little pet,” I say as I kiss you. “That mean, mean testosterone has made my pretty girl pet think she doesn’t have breasts.”
Slowly, I circle around your nipple, coming closer and closer as I kiss and speak.
“But my pet does have breasts. She has pretty girl breasts like a pretty little pet. She doesn’t believe she has breasts, so we have to teach her that she has breasts. We have to train her to feel her breasts.”
I reach your nipple and begin to kiss it and also nibble it, hard, as I speak.
“Because my pretty pretty pet does have breasts, and deserves to know she has breasts, so we have to train her to feel her breasts,” I say, biting harder on the words, “She needs to feel her pretty girl breasts.”
You feel me rise up and feel movement on the chain. Suddenly, even though I haven’t bent down again, you feel a bite on your right nipple that sets it on fire.
“Pets have to be trained,” I say, and I pull on the leash and now it pulls against your neck and your nipple at the same time.
“That’s a good little pet,” I say “Feel that breast.”
I push your penis back and press it into my ass again, squeezing. It hurts, throbbing, wanting, needing. I squeeze it again as I bend down to your left nipple and bite it, then kiss it gently, then place the clamp on it as I squeeze your dick in my ass again.
Suddenly, I lift up and your dick tugs out of my as and flops to your belly and I sit on it, hard, pressing it against your belly and writhing on it up and down, my pussy stroking it and making it want more, need more. As I press it I tug on your leash and you feel it pull on your neck and your nipples.
“You have breasts, my pet.” Tugging as I speak. “You have pretty girl breasts. Do you believe you have pretty girl breasts?”
Yes, you nod.
“Good girl. Nice pet.” I say, tugging lightly on the chain, making your nipples scream in fire. “Nice, pretty, well-trained pet.”
Then I raise my pelvis up and pull your dick, pressing it against the entrance of my pussy, and I push, just a touch, just a bit, just enough that your dick feels the pressure of my pussy squeezing around it, and you press your pelvis up into me wanting to come inside me, needing to feel the inside of me, but as you press up I rise up, staying just out of reach, making your hard, throbbing dick hurt in its hunger.
“Poor girl.” I say in a pouting voice “That mean testosterone makes you so hard, it makes you so needy.”
I press down onto your dick and you press up but as you press up I pull away, you need it so bad it hurts.
“Does it hurt my pet?”
Yes, you nod.
“My poor pet hurts,” I say in a pouting voice “Poor hurting pet. What does she need?” I ask, pressing down on your dick but pulling away as soon as you move. “What does my poor, hurting pet need?”
You whimper, and I press against your dick again “Do you need this? Does my poor pet need this?”
Yes, you nod, over and over, yes, please! Please!
“No, she doesn’t.” I say, “She doesn’t need this,” I say pressing against you again. “She needs something else. She needs something… DEEPER!”
I press again, hard, and your dick plunges into my pussy and you cry out in pleasure just as I raise my pelvis, pulling you out of me immediately and turning the cry of pleasure into one of frustration and need and pain. Your dick throbs and hurts and begs. You whimper, almost crying with need.
“Such sad noises, my poor pet,” I say. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need. You are my pet.”
I press your penis against my pussy again.
“And I want to take care of my pet,” I say. “Do you want me to take care of my pretty little pet?” I ask. “Do you want me to give my pet what she needs.”
Yes, you nod, whimpering, afraid to beg.
You feel me lean forward and take something else from the bedside table.
“Pets have to be trained,” I say. “Pets have to do tricks for their treats.” I reach back and grab your dick, pressing again to my pussy.
“I’ll put something inside of me, if you put something inside of you.” I press my pussy against your penis and you feel it hurt more and more, needing so bad.
“That’s your training, my pet,” I say, “Do you want to come inside me?” I ask.
Yes, you nod, begging.
“Do you want to come inside me… so… bad…” I ask, pressing against you on each word.
Yes, you nod, pressing your pelvis up, trying to end the pain.
“Uh uh uh, don’t be a naughty girl,” I say. “First things first. If you want to put her inside me, I get to put something inside you. Open your mouth, my pet.”
You open your mouth, not knowing what to expect, but knowing that you’ll pay any price. I lean forward and kiss your mouth, long and hard. Then I pull away and you feel my hand against your lips.
“Here you go, my sweet pet,” I say, and I put something small and hard in your mouth, under your tongue.
“Take your estrogen like a good girl,” I say. “Hold it under your tongue and let it dissolve there like a good little pet.”
You didn’t want this, you were not ready for this, but I press my pussy against your dick and you feel the pain and the hunger and you do it, you hold it under your tongue, and you feel it dissolve. A chalky sweetness touching the edges of your tongue.
“That’s a good girl,” I say “Such a good little pet. Such a good, well-trained little pet.”
You listen as the estrogen dissolves under your tongue, and part of you realizes who I am, realizes that you are my pet, that I am your owner, realizes that you are owned by The Devil herself, and part of you doesn’t care because you feel my pussy pressing, harder and harder against your cock, and it hurts, it hurts so badly that you’ll pay any price, you’ll pay the price of the estrogen hitting your bloodstream, even if you don’t feel it, you know it’s there, you know you are lost.
You know that I own you.
“Do you want to come inside me, pet?” I ask, pressing against you.
Yes, you nod, yes, you beg.
I lift rise off you and lift your legs, pressing your knees up and back and spreading them wide, then I sit back on you with my legs inside yours, forcing your legs apart, spreading you open, your back arched, your dick high in the air.
“Amazon, position, my pet,” I say as I press back against you. “You are my pretty girl pet, and I’m going to fuck you like a pretty girl.”
Your legs are spread open, almost enough to hurt, your pelvis pulled apart and your dick pressed into my pussy, wanting, needing. You feel like a girl, legs open, hoping.
“Do you want to come inside me so bad? How bad do you want to come inside me, pet? Do you want to come inside me bad enough to whimper? Whimper for me, pet. Whimper like a well-trained little pet.”
You whimper, softly at first, short chirps of a whimper, and as you do I press down on you and thrust your dick inside me and squeeze it with my cunt, hard.
You cry out, loud. I squeeze you and you cry, your legs trying to close but unable to. Then I rise and crash into you again and you cry out again. I rise and crash into you, thrusting, plunging. Some part of your mind knows that you are thrusting into me but that part is far away as your legs are spread, open and painful, and you feel me somehow plunging into you. You feel me plunging over, and over, fucking you painfully until… until…
I stop.
You cry out, pressing into me but I sit on you, heavy and hard, and you can’t.
“Shhhhh…” I say.
You can feel the head of your cock pressing against the back of my vaginal canal, the inside of me rubbing it. I move, ever so slightly to rub it, and you buck, wanting more.
“Shhhhh…” I say, continuing to move, torturing you with feeling, with just enough feeling that you desperately need more.
“My pretty, pretty pet,” I say, “The mean testosterone confuses you, my pet. It makes your brain crazy and makes you believe lies.”
I keep shifting slightly, rubbing the head of your dick with the inside of me.
“You believe its lies and think that this is all there is. But that’s not true, my pet. There is so much more.”
You feel me shift and suddenly feel fingernails on the inside of your left thigh. I trace long, slow lines back and forth, my nails drawing along your thigh, up and up and up, brushing against your scrotum and making you buck, wanting more, then back down, down, away, and back again.
“You believe the lie that you have a big dick,” I say, “But you don’t have a big dick. This is not a dick, this is a clitoris. Do you believe me that this is a clitoris?”
As I talk, my fingertips trail up and down your thigh, and eventually rest, teasing up and down right at the base of your scrotum.
“This,” I say, pressing your penis against the inside of me and squeezing, “is a clitoris, and here,” I say, lightly teasing you just below the base of your scrotum, “is a vagina. You can’t feel your vagina, because testosterone hides it from you.”
I press, hard into the spot under your scrotum and you feel the flesh press inward where there is no bone and you feel… something… some deep ache that you didn’t know was there but now realize you’ve always felt.
“This is your vagina, my pet. This is your pretty, pretty pussy.”
I press into that spot again, and as I do, I slide my pelvis back and forth.
“The testosterone hides your pussy,” I say. “It covered it up with skin, but she’s still there.”
I begin thrusting with my pelvis, riding your long, hard clit, pressing it into the back of my pussy, and pressing against your pussy with my fingers at the same time. Ride-press, ride-press.
“You have a pussy my pet,” I say, and I reach forward with my left hand and grab your leash, pulling it and tugging at your tits, lighting your nipples on fire, pressing against your closed pussy as I fuck your clit, squeesing it with my cunt muscles. Your legs are pressed wide, stretching, hurting, it feels like your pelvis is being pried open.
“I own you, pet,” I say as I thrust and press and pull and pry. “You belong to me. You are my pet, and I’m going to fuck you like the pretty girl pet you are.” I thrust and press with each word. “I’m… going… to… fuck… my… pretty… little… pet”.
Thrusting and pressing, and some part of your mind starts to scream. This can’t be right it screams, this can’t be happening.
“I’m fucking your pussy, pet.” I say, “I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy until you come for me.”
Some part of your mind is screaming. This is not right, it’s saying, this can’t be happening. But that part is far, far away. You feel your legs spread, you feel your pelvis hurting, you feel your tits being pulled, you feel your clit being rubbed, you feel your pussy being filled, and you know. You understand. You believe. You belong. I own you, you are my pet. You understand that you are my pet, I’m fucking you blind and you know you are my pet. You are my pretty little pet and I’m fucking you. I’m fucking the pretty little pussy of my pretty little pet. And you feel me filling you, filling your pussy, fucking you and fucking you and fucking you.
“Speak, pet!” I yell, “Speak! Who owns you! Speak! Do I own you!”
I’m fucking you, filling you, breaking you.
“Speak!” I yell, “Do I own you?!”
“Yes!” You cry, eyes welling.
“Who owns you?!” I yell.
“You do!” You cry. The tears are running down your face. “You own me.”
“Then cum damn you!” I yell, riding you, thrusting you, filling you, fucking you, fucking your pretty little pussy. “Cum you fucking pet! Cum for me!”
You cry, tears falling, and then you scream.
And you explode. You don’t know what happens, everything happens, you happen. You explode, you buck, and you scream, you spray, and you cry. You cry, you sob, you scream, and you spray, filling me with your cum. and I squeeze you with my cunt, pulling, sucking everything out of you
“Cum, pet!” I laugh. “Give me all of your cum.”
I squeeze you and you spray more, more, your body bucks and shakes, your cum crashing into me, filling me.
“Cum for me, pet. Cum, give it to me, give it all to me.”
It hurts, you can’t stop cumming. You buck and writhe and cry and sob and scream.
“YEEEESSSSSSSS,” I whisper, and I bend down and kiss you, and that makes you cum more. So much cum, too much, there’s more cum than blood in your veins, it pours out of you as my tongue fills your mouth and my cunt squeezes you, making you buck, making you hurt, making you whimper. You buck and you cry and you know. You know you belong to me. You know I own you. You know you are my pet, and you know that I just sucked you dry and left nothing.
I kiss you and kiss you and you buck under me. Still squirting feebly as your dick begins to shrink. I grab it with my cunt and squeeze it, hurting it, making it try to squirt, making it shrink more as I kiss you and you cry.
“Gooood Giirll.” I say slowly. “Good little pet. Such a pretty little pussy on my little pet.”
You lay, crying and exhausted, unable to move, unable to think. I lift myself off you and you straighten your legs, your hips hurt so badly you wonder if you’ll ever be able to walk again, but the hurt makes you want to feel it again. You were fucked. You were fucked like a girl, I filled your pussy with cum and you drank it greedily. Some part of your brain screams far away, but most of it just floats in a dreamy space. I reach over on the nightstand and grab the soft, damp towel.
“That’s a good girl,” I say, as I put the towel around your clit. Your body bucks in painful pleasure and over-stimulation as I hold your wet clit in my hand. “Good girl, letting me fuck that pretty little pussy.”
I let go of your clit, laying the towel there and lay down next to you, kissing your neck as I slowly, carefully remove the clamps from your nipples, rubbing each breast slowly as I do.
“My good girl, my good pet,” I say.
Then I slowly remove the sleep mask from your eyes, and look deep into them and say “Thank you for letting me fuck your pretty little pussy, pet.” And then I kiss you, long and deep as I reach up and with a snap release the cuffs holding your arms.
The collar, though, stays around your neck.
Because you still belong to me.