Pet
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Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Nerd teen discovers sex.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Reluctant Fiction Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex AI Generated
I stood outside the bar for a full five minutes, palms sweaty, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. The black-and-red dress clung to me—short, tight, low-cut enough that my nipples were already visible through the thin fabric. No bra, no panties, just like he’d ordered. Every breeze felt like fingers brushing my bare cunt, reminding me how exposed I already was. I kept thinking about the “surprise.” My mind spun filthy possibilities—more men, toys, being tied up in front of the whole bar. My clit throbbed so hard it hurt. I was terrified. I was soaked.
Finally I pushed the door open. The noise hit me like a wall. Master was behind the bar, eyes locking on me the second I stepped inside. No smile, just that cold, hungry stare. He jerked his head toward the STAFF ONLY door. I obeyed without a word, heels clicking, thighs already slick.
He followed, locked the door, and turned to me. “We’re going to a special party tonight, Pet. You’re going to behave like the perfect little slut I trained you to be.”
He reached into a drawer and pulled out lingerie—if you could call it that. Black lace straps that crisscrossed my body but covered nothing. The “bra” was just thin bands that framed my tits, nipples poking through the gaps. The bottom was a garter belt with stockings attached and a crotchless thong that left my cunt and ass completely bare. He watched me change, eyes burning into every inch of skin like he was already fucking me. When I bent to pull the stockings up he stepped close, breath hot on my neck, and snapped the collar around my throat—thick leather again, but this one had a heavy silver dog tag dangling from the front. Engraved in sharp letters: *MASTER’S PET*.
He clipped a short chain leash to it, gave it a tug that made me gasp. His gaze never left my face. “Put the dress back on. We’re leaving.”
I slipped the black-and-red dress over the obscene lingerie. It barely covered my ass. He led me through another door I’d never noticed, down a narrow hallway, out into a dark alley behind the bar. A black motorcycle waited there, gleaming under a streetlight. He swung a leg over, patted the seat behind him.
“Get on. Arms around me. Don’t let go.”
I climbed on, dress riding up instantly so my bare cunt pressed against the warm leather seat. The vibration of the engine started the second he kicked it to life—low, deep, rumbling straight through my clit. I wrapped my arms around his waist, tits smashed against his back. He took off fast.
The ride was torture. Every bump, every turn, the seat ground against my swollen pussy. Wind whipped up my dress, cooling the wetness leaking down my thighs. The roughness of his driving—sharp accelerations, hard leans into corners—made my body jolt, nipples scraping the fabric, clit grinding relentlessly. The thrill of not knowing where we were going, of being collared and leashed like property, riding through the city half-naked under a thin dress ... I almost came twice. My hips rocked involuntarily against the seat, chasing the vibration. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, whimpering into his back. He must have felt me trembling because he reached back once, squeezed my thigh hard enough to bruise, and kept going.
We pulled up to an iron gate that swung open automatically. A sprawling upscale mansion—white columns, manicured lawns, lights blazing from every window. Music thumped from inside. He parked, killed the engine.
“Off. Dress comes off before we go in.”
I peeled it over my head right there in the driveway, shivering in the night air. The lingerie straps dug into my skin, tits framed and exposed, cunt glistening under the porch lights. He handed me the usual three glasses from a small flask he’d carried—vodka laced with that chemical-sweet aphrodisiac. I drank fast, heat exploding through me, making my holes clench and my head swim.
He clipped the leash back on and led me inside.
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