Chapter 2

When I entered our home, she was in the kitchen busily preparing dinner. The scent of a delicious dinner wafted through the air as I dropped my briefcase by the door and hung up my overcoat in the entry closet.

I walked to the kitchen unannounced, and saw her standing in front of the stove cooking. Dressed in her strapless stretch-knit pink mini-dress and silver heels, she looked even more tempting and mouth-watering than the prime rib she was preparing.

Silently I slid up behind her. She stood still and I saw she’d put down the spoon she had in her hand. I spun her around quickly and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me and into my kiss.

Her gasp was caught in my mouth and at first I felt her tense up, but then she relaxed again, knowing it was my lips that crushed hers. She moaned and opened her mouth, inviting my tongue inside to play. Her arms were pinned to her sides by my own, so she put them around my hips as best she could to hold me.

As she relaxed, my hands slid down her soft form to cup her tight ass. I grabbed two large handfuls and squeezed them, bringing another soft moan from her.

“Oh Master! You scared the hell out of me!” she gasped as she broke the kiss.

“Well parading around in that outfit, you’re lucky I didn’t bend you over the table and take you right here and now,” I chuckled.

“Promise, Master?” she smiled. A couple of moments of holding her and inhaling her soft scent and she spoke, “Dinner is almost ready, Master. If you want to wash up, I will get it served up for you.”

I kissed her on the forehead. “I think I will and change out of these too, while I’m at it,” I said. I went upstairs to the bathroom and washed my hands and face before changing my clothes and making my way back to the kitchen.

She greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. “How was your day, Master? I hope it went well,” she said.

I smiled gratefully at her. “It was very good, thank you, Pet.” Small talk continued as I studied her while she put the finishing touches to our meal. She glanced over at me sitting at the table and caught a couple of my looks and smiled back. A couple minutes later we were eating.

After a delightful dinner, she loaded the dishwasher and turned it on. While I returned to my recliner to watch the evening paper news, she went upstairs to shower. Throughout dinner I had purposely said nothing about our phone calls.

The persistent light blush in her cheeks told me she was still thinking about it, though, and it had kept her turned on. While we ate I almost relented and pursued the matter, but wanted to see how long it would take for her to ask.

When she returned from her shower, I looked up from the television and patted my lap. She was standing in front and off to one side of my recliner, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for instruction. She had put on her “comfy, around the house t-shirt” (that’s what she called it at least).

“Oh, I see you changed clothes,” I said, matter-of-factly.

“I um, I didn’t know ... what to, um, ohh...”

“But I hadn’t asked you to change, had I?” I asked, understanding at once.

“No, Master,” she replied. Her bottom lip was quivering.

I returned my attention to the television, smiling to myself.

“Would it you like a drink, Master?” she asked quietly, hoping I guess, to make up for her error.

“Yes, I believe I would,” I replied. “And come sit on my lap when you return, little one.”

“Yes, Master.”

She softly padded off to the kitchen to fix me a Jack and Coke, my usual drink of choice. I heard to click of two ice cubes in the glass and within a minute or so, she had come back with the drink. She sat it on the stand next to my chair with a coaster under it.

“There you are, Master. I hope you like it.”

She was an expert when it came to mixing my drinks. She knew just how I liked them. I tasted it just to assure her that it was fine. She smiled, and then crawled up into my lap as I had instructed.

She sat there on my lap, cuddling into my chest as we watched the rest of the news broadcast. As she sat across my lap, I stroked the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs a bit as my hand lightly caressed her sensitive skin. As my hand worked its way up her leg, I could hear her breathing getting faster and feel the tension in her body. My hand slipped under the bottom hem of her t-shirt

“Oh God...” she whispered almost under her breath.

I smiled. “Turn around and sit this way,” I said, directing her to sit facing the same way as I was with her back to me. I began toying with her, playing with her breast with one hand while the other teased her bare pussy. She was not wearing any panties under her shirt so her pussy was accessible and ready.

It was also very wet. I toyed with her, getting her wetter and hotter as we sat together. Her moans started off as barely a whisper, but grew louder and more passionate as we sat there. Her hips began slowly rolling in time to my fingers playing over her lips and clit and she reached up to cover the hand on her tit with her own, encouraging me to pinch her nipples harder.

As I did she arched slightly, thrusting them deeper into my hand while also shoving her ass backwards onto my now hard and swollen cock.

Fifteen minutes later, after the news was over, she worked up her nerve. She whispered hoarsely, “May I please play now, Master?”

“Sure, little one,” I replied, smiling. I knew the day’s teasing had taken its toll on her.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you,” she said, standing and heading for the stairs.

“Where are you going?” I asked. She stopped in her tracks and turned back at me.

“To the bedroom, Master,” she answered quietly, standing still and looking down at the floor.

“I did not say you could leave the room to play.”

She bit her lip again. “I’m sorry, Master, I just thought...”

“It’s all right, my slut,” I said softly, interrupting her. “But I want you to play right here in front of me.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her eyes flicking up to mine. As she continued, she broke into a naughty grin. “I like playing for you, Master.”

I turned off the television and put the remote on the table next to my chair. I took another sip of my drink and relaxed back into my recliner. “Why is that, slut?” I asked, smiling back at her.

“Because it turns you on, Master.” Her chest began to rise and fall more noticeably as her breathing deepened. Her nipples hardened and pressed against her t-shirt. She wrung her hands together as she looked up at me in desperation.

“Yes?” I asked, smiling at her.

“My toys are in the other room, Master,” she whined.

“Your toys?” I asked, feigning annoyance.

“Um, I mean, the toys you gave ... I mean...” Her head dipped again and she spoke quietly. “Your toys, Master.”

“I see. Did you ask if you could use my toys?”

“No, Master.”

“So,” I smiled, “You assumed that because you asked if you could play and I agreed, that you could leave the room and play with my toys.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her scarlet blush apparent even with her head bowed.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you my little slut.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Kneel,” I said, pointing to the floor in front of me. I could hear the exasperated sigh as she did as I commanded. “While you are kneeling there, I want you to consider what you want little one. I want you to ask precisely and specifically. Be honest, and tell me what you want. Understood?” She nodded. I repeated myself a little louder. “Understood?”

She looked up at me, “Yes, Master.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Master?” she asked, as her face brightened and her smile returned.

“Well, I did say it was all right to play, did I not?”

She smiled hopefully. “You did, yes, Master.”

“Then take off your clothes,” I repeated, smiling.

“Yes, Master.”

I leaned forward and picked up my drink again, taking a sip and watching her carefully. Pet had a lovely body. Of course she worked at it. I made sure she worked out for a couple hours every day, and she was happy to do it because she knew that her appearance pleased me.

Her skin was nicely tanned, yet it blushed readily and marked easily. Her soft brown eyes nicely matched her long, dark reddish-brown hair. At dinner, in her dress, she had put her hair up. But now with more casual attire, it was in a simple ponytail down her back, with a little left out to frame her face. I liked it like that.

Pet peeled her t-shirt over her head. She smiled when she looked at me and bit her lip once more. I let my eyes appreciate her lovely full tits. She knew that her ripe breasts were one of my favorite of her many attributes. And she knew I especially liked how her nipples looked.

They were fat and crinkled and screwed into tight little balls of sensitive pink flesh. Her chest blushed as I looked at it, appearing as if airbrushed with a dusting of light pink paint. Her cheeks reddened as she knelt there naked in front of my surveying gaze.

I sipped again as I watched her. As my cock started to harden, I adjusted myself in my pants. A little smile curled at the corners of her lips as she had noticed. I winked at her and she blushed again as she rocked slightly. She trembled a little as she took a deep breath, preparing to speak. She licked her lips.

“Master, w ... would it please You to have your naughty slut play with some of Your toys?”

I smiled. “Much better, slut. Yes, it would. But I will choose which ones.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied. I watched her for a moment, laying there naked and exposed before me. I marveled at how such a creature could so totally give herself to me, and how very lucky I was that she did.

My eyes took in the sight of her. The skin of her chest had turned a slightly darker shade of pink. Her breathing had increased to a small panting as her passion rose within her. Her skin was beginning to develop a slight sheen from her perspiration.

She trembled with the anticipation of what she knew was to come. I watched as she swallowed and smiled a little, waiting for me to do something. Anything.

After a bit of a pause, I put down my glass and stood before her. Bending down to kiss her forehead, I placed my hands on her shoulders and eased her down into a reclining position on the floor in front of me, facing my chair.

With both feet still on the floor, her knees were bent but together. This wouldn’t do. Placing a hand on each knee, I smiled wickedly at her, then made a wish and spread her legs.

Pet gasped at the suddenness of my actions, and she blushed more as she attempted to close her knees. I smiled into her eyes and pushed her knees apart again. “Leave them like that.”

“Yes, M ... Master,” she whispered.

I took her hand and placed it on her left breast, then took her other hand and placed it on her pussy. “Just play gently, understand? I only want you to get aroused for now.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes closed and she cooed softly as her fingers began slowly caressing herself.

“Pet,” I said, getting her attention as I rose to my full height, smiling down on her.

“Yes, Master?” she asked, halting her movements.

“You are absolutely fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said softly and smiled, closing her eyes again.

I watched her for a minute and stroked my stiff cock. She was so delicate, so beautiful. And such a nasty girl when she was worked up.

With pet busy entertaining herself, it was time to get some toys.

Her eyes flew open and she grasped at me as I began to leave. “Master?”

“Just relax pet,” I said. “I’ll be back in a minute. Keep playing with that pussy. I want it wet and ready when I get back.” I took a cushion off the couch and placed it behind her head as she resumed her gentle caresses.

“Thank you Master,” she said. I smiled again.

Going quickly upstairs to our bedroom, I walked over and knelt down in front of my toy box and opened its lid. She had had a very hard day at work already, so I decided that tonight will be all about pleasing her. I selected a large dildo, holding it up in front of my eyes.

This one stretches her so much she shudders, I thought to myself. I smiled and continued “shopping”. I also chose some anal beads, fancy vibrating nipple clamps, three silk scarves, and a slim, silver, three-speed vibrator. I grabbed some lube and placed all my toys onto a breakfast tray we keep in on top of the toybox, and went back downstairs to see how pet was coming along.

Entering as quietly as I could, I peered over the back of my recliner to see her still gently stroking her body, her eyes still closed, and softly moaning as she pleasured herself. I watched her for a minute, my eyes slowly scanning down between her legs.

I smiled as I noticed she was not penetrating herself, rather she continued to sensuously caress her opening in small circles. The moisture surrounding her freshly-shaved slit glistened in the candlelight, evidence of her heightened passions.

“Having fun my little slut?” I asked softly, leaning on the back of the chair.

Pet slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me, giving me that soft sparkling smile I so love in her. She took a deep, ragged breath before she spoke.

“Master, may I slide my f ... fingers into my pussy? Just to ... fuck it a little bit?” she asked, her voice trembling with lustful desire.

“Yes slut, you may,” I answered. “But two fingers only.”

“Yes, Mastoohhhgoddd...” she moaned, as her fingers slid deep into her steaming cunt and she arched her back.

I stood up and walked around the recliner and sat down in it. As I did, I leaned forward and moved my drink onto the floor, safely to the side of the chair so it wouldn’t get spilled should she begin to thrash about. I set the tray of toys on the table next to me, and took off the scarves to reveal all the toys I’d brought.

“Oh Master,” she pleaded, watching me and sliding her fingers in and out of herself faster.

I looked into her soft brown eyes. The need and desperation had returned to them. She bit her lip and she tried to control the raging inferno that was building up inside her cunt. I looked down her body then back up again. I liked what I saw. “Yes pet?”

“How do you do this? How do you ... make me like this?” she panted.

“Slow down your fingers, we don’t want you cumming too quickly.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, slowing her frenzied hand down a little.

Meeting her eyes with mine, I moved my gaze slowly down to her pussy once more. Pet has a very pretty pussy. Nestled comfortably between her thighs, it is very tight, very pink, and her outer lips redden and plump up nicely when excited. Her color contrasts beautifully with the surrounding pale skin, and she gets very wet. It is hot, sweet, and quite welcoming in her soft folds and I enjoy visiting there often.

Her fingers slowly slid back and forth in and out of herself, making a lewd but quiet sucking sound. This combined with her soft mewling whimpers, lent a nice audio accompaniment to the scene unfolding before me. I smiled, and she spread her legs wider.

“Continue fucking your cunt,” I said simply. My own breathing had become labored by now, and I barely recognized my own voice.

“Y ... Yes, Master,” she breathed, as the blush flared anew in her cheeks.

I picked up my drink again and sipped. I was getting very hard and quite uncomfortable. I thought about the question she had asked me earlier. “How is it you make me like this?” I decided a question like that deserved an answer.

“Pet?” I asked.

She licked her lips before leaning up a little and responding, “Yes, Master?”

“You asked me how I make you like this. Well, the answer is that I don’t. You do this all on your own, pet.”

“I’m not sure if I ... I understand Master,” she said, looking at me quizzically.

“My job is to provide you with a safe place where you can be yourself, my pet. I don’t ‘make’ you do anything.”

She laid her head back on the cushion and closed her eyes. I heard her whisper, “Mmmmmm ... Yes, Master,” as the two fingers continued to pump more in and out of her cunt.

“Now keep your eyes closed and do as I say, little one. You know this is what you want.”

She began pump in and out faster, twisting her fingers when they were fully inside her drooling cunt. Her moaning and writhing on the floor told me that things were progressing too fast.