The sound of his Pet mewing and panting, as well as the sound of the Wand Love Seat’s motor, brought him up short. Patrick’s eyes narrowed slightly and curiosity made him wonder: how often had his naughty girl played when he was away on business trips? The level of trust had always been high, at least he thought it had been; it was for him. Why hadn’t it been enough for Brittany?
Even the sound of her name playing through his mind seemed foreign to him; he was taken aback by how surprised he was to see her as Brittany, now that he knew she was lying to him. Patrick set his briefcase down and pulled off his trench coat. He hung it on the coat rack and took off his shoes. Normally Brittany would do it. She would be at the door eager to please him and hungry to accept his cock into her mouth.
Today though, it was obvious he was far from her thoughts. He looked around and noticed no evidence of her maintaining a lover while he was gone. If she had one, today would have been a perfect opportunity to enjoy his talents. After all, her Master wasn’t due home till tomorrow night. But, unbeknownst to Brittany, who was screaming “fuck” so loud he was sure the neighbors ten miles down the road could hear her, her Master had come home early.
Patrick was stunned, shocked, and hurt, but mostly he was confused. What had caused Brittany to turn away from their commitment? Where had he failed? He pulled off his socks, tucked them into his shoes and pulled his tie from the collar of his shirt. He hung it on an empty hook on the coat rack, along with his dress shirt, which he had also removed. He walked into the kitchen, opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer, as well as some cold luncheon meat, and cheese slices.
He prepared himself a meal and waited to see if Brittany was done playing or if she was going to come upstairs. Patrick knew she probably hadn’t heard him come in, but surely she wasn’t so distracted that she wouldn’t hear his footsteps through the floorboards above her. He remained still so as not to add any more unnecessary noises to the floor above her.
Several minutes passed as he leaned against the counter and ate his bland sandwich and drank the cold, tasteless beer. His mind was churning with question after question. He looked back on the past few weeks, curious as to when he had failed to give her what she so obviously needed. Had his trips taken their toll on their relationship more than he realized? When had she decided she needed more and why hadn’t she come and told him? At what point did the lines of communication fail?
Patrick was almost done with his beer when he heard Brittany’s footsteps coming up from his homemade dungeon. She rounded the corner just as he put the bottle down. Their eyes met and held. Her face, bright and glowing from her orgasm, instantly paled. Her lower lip began to shake. She dropped to her knees and lowered her head.
Brittany knelt on the floor. Her knees and legs, the front side of her feet, the tender flesh of her toes, and the delicate pink paint of the toenails, seemed to dig into the floor. She prayed for it to swallow her up and consume her. The shock at seeing Master staring at her had literately brought her to her knees. She kept her head lowered, brought her arms behind her back and hooked her left wrist into her right hand.
As she waited for her punishment, she closed her eyes and thought about what he had obviously heard. She had felt lonely, bored, and sad at her Master once more leaving her for a business trip, so she sought to free her boredom by playing in the dungeon. He would not know. He was not supposed to be back until tomorrow night. Obviously his plans had changed and he had come home early. But why, what had happened to make him show up over 24 hours ahead of schedule? Had he been planning on catching her in the act all along? When had he stopped trusting her?
She bit down on her lower lip, contemplating the reasons to his early arrival and what he had most likely heard. She had gone downstairs, put on one of her and Master’s videos from their personal collection and as it played she readied the room for herself.
Brittany had started out lying on the bed and teasing her pussy and clit with her fingers. She would pull and twist the nubs of flesh, until she felt the urge to be fucked grow deep inside her. When it neared the breaking point she would stop and force herself to walk off the erotic sensations. The sound of Master fucking her still echoed through the dungeon room’s speakers. It kept her senses alive. Her need bubbled back to the surface just as guilt for her actions did.
He had asked her not to touch or pleasure herself, but she had. She’d watched the video and touched herself. The small wet patch of nectar on the bed sheets pointed to the signs of her disobedience. Her gaze shifted to the black padded bondage table. Her pulse raced as she imagined Master standing behind her and giving her the required smacks against her ass for her transgressions.
Her Master was not home, so she had to deliver the punishment herself. She pulled out the automated spanking machine, attached the cane to it and pushed it over to the table. The first blow was delivered to her while standing up. The second landed as she positioned herself to lie over the table, extending her arms out. Her breasts were pressed into the black padding and her legs kept her body upright as the third blow smacked her cheeks.
She closed her eyes as the cane struck her ass three more times. She rose again, and missed the sixth blow as she walked away from the table. She turned around and shut the machine off. Timidly she rubbed her backside and wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. The punishment had not hurt; not truly, it was her heart that broke.
Her Master should have been there to punish her, but once again he was gone. It was after her self-inflicted punishment that she spied the Wand Love Seat and remembered how hard she’d come when Master first gave it to her. Her pussy had instantly become wet and she gave in to the promising orgasms that awaited her. The second she was done climaxing she felt more shame at her actions, but not enough to punish herself. Instead she cleaned the seat, and tidied the room below.
Patrick walked around the counter and stared down at Brittany’s bowed head and submitted figure. The clothes she wore were simple and comfortable looking. She had on a pink blouse that hugged her breasts and her white skirt. It billowed out around her.
“Please stand up,” he told her in a firm, yet soft gentle voice. He saw her shake her head ‘no’, and knew she was ashamed.
“Please stand up,” he told her again. He saw her hesitation and closed his eyes. “Brittany, stand up.” This time his voice was slightly louder, but no less gentle. He saw her wince and wondered if it was the tone of his voice, or the use of her name.
She rose and stood in front of him, still her head remained down. He stared intently at the top of it, stepped up and kissed the parted locks that had been pulled into a ponytail. Patrick then lifted her chin and saw the tears that were falling. He pulled her into his arms and held her while she cried. His did nothing else, just kept her against him, while hearing her stutter apologies for what she’d done. When she quieted, he stepped back, and kissed her lips.
“Go take a shower and a nap, and we’ll talk about this after.” His voice was still soft, gentle and caressing.
He watched her lick her lips, nod her head and walk around him to head for their bedroom and Master suite. Patrick cleaned up the few items in the kitchen, and went to sit in the living-room and stare at the blank television screen. He saw his reflection in the monitor and wondered what Brittany saw when she looked at him.
He was forty years old, still in relatively good shape. There were a few pounds around the middle that he could lose. He admitted to that. He wasn’t a bean pole, nor was he short and squat. He was an average size man, at least so he saw when he looked at himself. Maybe Brittany saw something else.
Maybe she saw the fine lines and wrinkles of age, the stress and tension in his brow from his work. Or perhaps she saw his few pounds as more than several pounds. Was his hair line receding faster than he realized? Was his hair growing more and more white and less pepper-gray? He didn’t know and as much as it pained him to admit it, he was afraid to hear her answers.
Brittany stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Its full size length captured all of her figure and when she turned around and looked back she saw the flaws in herself. Her hair was pretty, still full of natural color and hung straight down her back. Patrick loved grabbing fistfuls, and using it as leverage when they fucked, or when she gave him head. Her ass, though, looked saggy and her waist was a bit thicker than it had been when she and Patrick met.
She was twenty when they met, the same age as him, and now a few weeks from her fortieth birthday she was feeling less than attractive. They had been together twenty years; the last fifteen had been the most erotic of the twenty. It was then that she and Patrick had begun the journey of Master and Pet. It had happened one night after they had picked up a video from their local adult novelty store; it had been something different, a story about a woman being taken and controlled by a man she had stolen jewels from.
That night had been the wildest and craziest night of their lives. As the story progressed, Patrick had grabbed her head and forced her onto his cock. She had loved the feel of his hands in her hair, forcing her to accept his length. He’d called her names, just as the man had called the woman on the screen. He’d slapped her ass, pushed her down onto the floor and fucked her like she were nothing more than a hole to be used. She had loved it, as did he.
Weeks went by; they took their time exploring different ways to bring the other to orgasm that required both pain and pleasure. It didn’t take long though for them to both come to the same conclusion. Patrick was the Dom and definitely not a switch, and Brittany was one hundred percent sub, the Pet. They began to remodel their basement, taking it from a storage room to the room where their passions were set on fire.
Now though, she had come to a point in her life where she needed something more, either that or she simply felt inadequate. She turned back to face the mirror. Her breasts sagged slightly; there was a scar from an automobile accident on her abdomen. It was faded, but it was still there. It made her feel more flawed.
Brittany stepped closer to the mirror and studied her face.
She saw wrinkles around her lips and eyes. She pulled her hair back and held it from her features. Her gaze took in an old woman, a tired woman, a troubled and confused woman. It was a woman that she didn’t recognize.
A long sigh escaped her lips as she dropped her hair and readied her shower. Patrick was right, she needed to rest. As the water spilled over her, she realized that she had stopped referring to him as Master. That dawning thought sent her head spinning. She gripped the shower wall and let the shock wash over her. When had she stopped seeing him as Master and viewing him once again as Patrick? When had it become just good sex, and not a craving? Why had she punished herself for disobedience when it was obvious she’d stopped caring?
She washed her hair, cleansed her body and rinsed away the soapy suds. After drying off, she climbed into their bed and stared at the window to the East. She wanted to cry, yet the tears wouldn’t fall. She saw Patrick looking at her when she rounded the corner, after playing. The look on his face was just as bewildering as the thoughts ricocheting back and forth in her mind. Where had they gone wrong? When? Why?
The sound of his footsteps coming into the room made her want to close her eyes. She didn’t. Instead Brittany rolled over and turned down the covers, welcoming him. He disrobed. Silently he climbed into bed with her and brought her into his arms. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Love washed over her and she knew that no matter what happened she was still his wife and she still wanted to remain at his side. She just didn’t know if she was Pet anymore.
Patrick chose not to broach the subject and listened to the silence of the room, only interrupted by their breathing. It wasn’t until he felt her sag against him that he knew she was asleep and it wasn’t until then that he allowed himself to begin counting backwards from a thousand. It was his way of shutting off his thoughts and forcing himself into a deep slumber.
By the time he was awake the morning light had come into the bedroom and had brightened the room’s interior. He chuckled, surprised that both he and Brittany had slept as long as they did. Perhaps they were lacking more than just communication skills, but they had denied what their bodies needed – rest.
She was up though. Her side of the bed was empty and the smell of Saturday morning breakfast wafted through the house. Patrick rose and took his shower, shaved his face and balls. After splashing after shave on his face, he pulled on a pair of jeans, socks and a T-shirt. When he walked into the kitchen he wasn’t surprised to see Brittany wearing her jeans, socks and T-shirt also. It was obvious that she had given up the rule “aprons” only.
She turned and smiled shyly, looked down at her clothes and shrugged her shoulders. “I figured we needed to talk on even ground,” she admitted.
Patrick nodded his head. “I think so too,” he said. He walked over and kissed her lips. The touch was soft and full of respect, neither pressing the other for more. Patrick then poured himself a cup of coffee and commented on the delicious smells coming from the stove.
When their breakfast was ready, they both took their seats at the kitchen table and picked at the eggs, sausage and fried potatoes. Patrick ate what he could, but knew it lacked flavor because of the conversation neither of them wanted to have. Eventually though he knew it had to happen. He put his fork down and pushed his plate away.
“I’m not sure where to start.”
She licked her lips, glanced up at him and chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Neither do I.”
Patrick took a deep breath. “I guess I’m curious as to when you started disobeying the rules.”
Brittany shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, probably a few months ago, maybe — no it’s been longer. The first time was about a year ago, back when you had to take that trip down to Miami and I was left for a week by myself.”
“I called you every night and every morning,” he said. “You never hinted that there was something wrong. I didn’t even tell you not to play with yourself. I just asked you to wait until my phone calls.”
She bit on her lip. “I know and the first couple of days I did, but then I would get lonely and melancholy, so I’d think of you. I’d get horny. I knew it was wrong, but I was so — so — I don’t know, I just needed it. I needed to come and you weren’t here. So I figured, one time wouldn’t hurt, you’d never know. Hell, you weren’t going to be home for days and all the machinery was downstairs.”
“So you played.”
Brittany nodded her head. “I played every day, sometimes several times a day. I stopped the day before you were to come home. I felt bad, but,” she lowered her gaze and her shoulders slackened, “not bad enough stop,” she confessed in a soft tone that spoke of shame.
Patrick steepled his fingers and pressed the tips to his mouth. “And you’ve been doing this with every trip I take?” he asked. His gaze dropped to his hands. He felt his heart twist with disappointment and anger. His thoughts bounced from whom to blame, himself or her. Patrick’s jaw tightened as he worked to control the emotions that were threatening to drive all reason from his words. He took a deep breath and looked back at her.
She shook her head ‘yes’.
“So either you’ve lost the desire to be a Pet, or you’ve grown hungrier in our play and we’re stagnant,” Patrick admitted.
Her head tilted to one side. “I never thought about the second thing,” she told him.
“But you have thought about the first, the part about not wanting to be Pet, but to be Brittany, right?” Patrick asked. He had thought a lot about it last night, before he forced himself to sleep. “Let me ask you this, are you still attracted to me? You know as well as I do, that I don’t work out as often as I should and yeah, I know it’s a loaded question, but it needs to be asked and answered.”
Brittany sat quietly for a moment before answering him. “First I do understand why you’d ask such a thing. I’ve been asking myself the same question but in regards to you being attracted to me. You’re away a lot and when you come home we fuck like bunnies, but it seems like that is all we do. I want to know that you still like all of me, not just the submissive side. So, yes, I still find you very attractive as a man, as a lover, as a husband. I just feel —,” she took a deep breath, “— as if I’m nothing more than your fuck toy.”
Patrick sat back in his chair, slightly stunned by the bluntness in her words. He had failed to communicate to her that her value reached beyond fuck toy. She was his wife and the one woman to ever truly understand him, yet he had forgotten to show that to her.
“I’m sorry,” he suddenly said, as if waking up from a drug-induced dream. “I didn’t know I had made you feel that way. You never said anything or did anything to indicate otherwise.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I didn’t know how. It’s like I forgot how to communicate with you.”
“More like we forgot how to communicate with each other and simply began to go through the motions,” he admitted.
“I still want to be Pet, but… .”
“Maybe not all the time?” he said, interrupting her words.
Her lips lifted slightly. “Yeah, I think that would help. I think I need to reconnect with who I was before we went down this path.”
Patrick tilted his head. “I won’t lie to you, Brittany. I don’t want to stop being your Master, but I am willing to give back some control. May I ask what else you are missing?”
“Companionship,” she said without hesitation.
He nodded his head. “I can see that. You’ve given up a lot for me, haven’t you? I didn’t force you to, but I should have known over time you would miss those you knew before we took this road. Do you want to go back to work?” Patrick asked. “Maybe part-time, if not full time?”
“No, I don’t,” she laughed. “I love knowing I can be home when you are here, and knowing that I’m the one taking care of your needs. We don’t have kids and we won’t have kids, so I love my free time and I love the freedom you give me with the checkbook,” she admitted.
He laughed too. The sound helped to ease the tension in the room.
“I do have a suggestion though,” she countered.
“Yes, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this and well, there are groups and parties, specially designed places where we can go and watch or interact with others who embrace the same thing we do,” Brittany said.
He couldn’t help but notice both the apprehension in her words, but also the excitement. How had he missed this side to his wife? When had he become so blind?
“So you are growing bored, too. Lonely. Bored. Lost.” Patrick reached out and stroked her fingers. “I know there are places, remember we talked about them in the beginning. It was something neither of us wanted. But obviously we need to change things up.”
She nodded her head.
“Do you have a place in mind?” he asked, knowing she had more than likely been researching for several weeks, if not months. “Someplace you think would be safe for our first time?”
Brittany licked her lips. “I do,” she admitted.
He grinned, winked and chuckled. “Do I know my Pet, or don’t I?” The endearment slipped easily from his lips and felt right.
Brittany obviously felt the same way. Her body instantly calmed. She slipped from her chair and crawled on the floor to Patrick. He pushed back his seat and patted his leg. She rested her head on his knee.
“We’ll make this work,” he told her.
She nodded her head and knew deep in her heart that they would. It was just a matter of time and a matter of communication.
Patrick cupped her chin and lifted her face. She took the slight pressure on her skin as a signal to rise. She did so and waited for him to lead her. “Do you want to be my Pet this morning, or my equal?” he asked, allowing her the choice, something he’d not done since their agreement fifteen years ago.
“Pet,” she whispered.
He felt his cock twitch and kissed her lips. “Then go prepare yourself,” he told her. She walked away, paused at the top of the stairs and disrobed. He watched and gazed longingly at her nakedness. He waited until she was downstairs before cleaning up the kitchen and wiping down the table.
Downstairs Brittany worked to set the various tools, creams, and lotions that Patrick favored to one side. There was a long table against the North wall, where he expected everything to be in a specific order. The unspoken command was that he could walk over and not have to search for what he wanted, it was just there. There was also specific equipment that had to be moved around.
The Wand Love Chair was brought out and placed in one corner of the room. The spanking machine, with its attachments, was placed along one wall. She checked carefully the bondage table, on which she had punished herself, for any cracks in the vinyl, and that all its locks were easy to open and close. She pulled on the chains that hung from the ceiling, testing their stability. The likelihood that anything would ever fail was slim to none. It was because Patrick was anal when it came to details, that she knew she was always safe when they played.
She heard his footsteps above her and knew it was time to step up the pace. Brittany placed her clothes the closet, then grabbed a tube of lubricant and a butt plug. She coated the plug with the gel and slid the toy into her ass. The plug was then removed. She added more lube and reinserted it again. Brittany removed and washed the toy and her hands, and went to the center of the room.
Patrick walked downstairs and saw her sitting on her knees. She looked excited, eager, and more desirable than she had in a long time. Obviously their conversation had weighed heavily on her mind, and her worries were somewhat lifted. He pulled off his clothes, walked over to the closet and laid his clothes next to hers.
He reached back into the closet and pulled out a pair of black leather police style pants, with a blue stripe running down the outside of each leg. Patrick then put on a matching lambskin leather shirt, with short sleeves. It buttoned up the front. He left it open at the chest, securing the last three buttons. He slipped on a pair of black sandals and tightened their straps.
Patrick walked over to Brittany and tilted her head. She looked up at him with desire and need. His heart constricted deep inside his chest as she gazed adoringly. He ran his thumb over her lip. “Pet, today is a new day and prior transgressions are in the past. We will work together and move on. There will be no punishments for the disobediences. Now rise and lay down on the table.”
She stood up and walked over to the bondage table. Carefully she used the step stool to climb onto the black padded table. She lay down and settled herself in the center. The table was several feet longer than her and was designed to support the weight of more than one person if necessary. Many times Master had joined her. She felt her pussy tighten as he lifted the straps from the bondage table and began to make her his prisoner.
Patrick stepped over to the table and picked up a matching set of leather ankle and wrist locking restraints. From each one, a double snap hook had been attached. He laid them on the table, and then one by one, he placed them on Brittany’s ankles and wrists. He then attached the other end of the hook to the snap ends that were attached to the bondage table.
When he was done, he walked back to the table, Brittany tested her movements. The hold was firm, and gave little maneuverability to any of her extremities. Her pulse quickened as she waited for her Master. She listened to him pick up one of the toys on the table and wondered what it was. The sound of lubricant squirting onto something made her pussy tighten. She licked her lips.
“I think I need to tease you, Pet,” Patrick said.
She glanced up and saw him place the Orgasm Ball between her open legs. Attached to it, was one of the smaller dildos. Also in his hands was a black leather blindfold. Her breath quickened. He covered her eyes with the black leather blindfold, and tightened the Velcro so it would not slip off no matter how vigorously she shook her head back and forth.
Brittany lay her head back on the table and waited. She felt his hands on her pussy, spreading her lips open. She hissed when the head of the dildo slid between her labia and pushed against her vaginal opening.
Patrick watched her abdominal muscles tighten as he pushed the toy into her pussy. The 5-inch long dick with a diameter of 1.5 inches disappeared into her tight entrance along with the honey and lemon flavored lubricate. He reached under the bed and pulled out one of the extension cords that were kept under the table. He plugged the machine in and pressed the slow motion button. Instantly the small cock was pumping his Pet.
Brittany’s body responded immediately to the teasing pleasure of the small rubber penis slowly prodding her. Her pussy flexed around it. The walls tightened and her hips rose and fell. She knew though that there was more. Patrick had chosen the smallest attachment to do exactly what he told her he was going to do: tease her.
As the ball worked its magic, Patrick walked away. He kept an ear on his Pet, while picking up a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps and chain. He also chose a wireless vibrating clamp and walked over to the table where Brittany was rolling her hips and moaning softly.
He stood there and watched her being fucked by the toy. Her sex was sloppy and glistened from the lube and her juices. He reached down and pressed his palm against her abdomen. The pressure was firm and forced her abdomen to welcome the rippling effect of the little piston. “Oh Master,” she whimpered, he chuckled, bent down and licked her little clit. She bucked instantly.
“So tasty Pet,” he said, before shutting the toy off and placing the wireless clamp on her clit. She bucked hard against the soft bite of the tight grip. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her.
Brittany felt his fingers slide in and out of her opening. He pushed some of the lube and her juices down further. “Lift your ass, Pet.”
She did so. A long sigh of pleasure rolled over her tongue as he pushed the gathered moisture into her anus. “Even though you played without me, nothing makes you feel like I do,” he said knowingly.
“Only you Master,” she whimpered.
He kissed her inner thigh, stood up and pushed the ball’s cock back into her pussy. He turned it on, this time using the second speed while also turning on the small vibrator on the clit clamp. Brittany squealed in delight as the cock used her at a more frenzied pace and the little vibe began to send waves of power that caressed her clit.
Patrick grinned and caressed her breasts. He allowed her to feel the vibrations and the pumping cock for three minutes, while he gazed hungrily at her writhing form. His cock strained against his pants. The thick engorged flesh knew what it wanted. Patrick denied his need, while running his fingers down Brittany’s arms, sides, hips, and legs. He massaged her flesh and muscles, while the machine and toy used her.
She was close to coming and he whispered words of encouragement. “Come Pet, come for your Master. Come on that little cock as it pushes inside you. Come thinking of me watching your little body play the slut. You are so beautiful, Pet. So beautiful, and dirty. My little slut.”
Brittany cried out his name. “Master! Master!” Her voice was gentle and pleading and the climax matched the sounds. She bucked several times against the devices as a small wave of pleasure danced through her. Several short bursts of passion erupted from deep within her. “Oh, Master. My wonderful beautiful Master.”
Patrick kissed her right tit, while pulling out the dildo and shutting off the orgasm ball.
Her lower lip trembled. The clit vibe still teased her. He moved to the other breast and tugged on it with his teeth. When he let it go, her boob bounced and swayed. He grinned, licked his lips and ran his tongue over the freckles of her chest.
“Very good, Pet,” he said, before moving away. He took the clover clamps with the chain and rested them on her belly. The cold metal was a contrast to her warm, flushed skin.
He applied the first to her right nipple, tightening it just enough that it would hold. The left one was treated to the same pleasant pinch. He gave the chain a tug and watched the toy tighten. Brittany’s back arched. “Oh yes, Master, yes,” she whimpered.
He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh, Pet.”
Instantly Brittany quieted.
“Good girl,” he said. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Listen, Pet, your Master’s cock is so hard. It needs you, but I don’t know if you’re hungry enough. Are you hungry, Pet?”
“Yes! Yes, Master! I am hungry. I want your cock. I need it,” Brittany begged.
He touched her pussy and inserted two fingers into her opening. The vibrating clamp played with her clit, while he played with her cunt.
“Pet, how hungry are you? Where do you want your Master’s cock?” He asked, as he continued to pump his fingers faster and faster into her slick hole.
Brittany’s hips rose and fell in tune with his ministrations. He reached down with his other hand and tugged on the chain. The clamps tightened, Brittany cried out in pleasure. “Yes, Pet. You are so dirty. So filthy. So wet. You’re a mess. My mess though, right?” he asked.
“Yes, yours,” she gasped. “Your filthy, dirty, messy Pet,” she whispered through ragged breaths.
“Do you need my cock, Pet?”
“Yes, yes Master. Your cock. Your cum. You!” she demanded.
Patrick laughed, pulled his hand away and tugged hard on the clamps. “Saucy slut,” he said as her back arched from the intense pain and pleasure the tug had delivered to her nipples.
She lay shivering from arousal. Her senses were alive, as were his. He removed the clamp from her pussy and left her side. Instinctively she stilled and tried to make out what he was going to do to her next. “There are so many toys out, Pet. Do we really use all these toys?” Patrick asked.
“Yes Master,” she replied. Her voice was thick and drenched in desire.
“Good,” he told her before chuckling and muttering a soft curse of pleasure.
His laughter reached deep into her subconscious.
“I think we have too many toys. Maybe that is the problem Pet. We’ve come to rely on toys and not each other.” Patrick turned to look at the naked woman on the table. “But we do like our playthings. But what about my cock, Pet. Does it still satisfy you?”
“Yes!” she cried.
“Let us see,” he said.
Brittany listened to the sound of his sandals being taken off. She strained to hear the removal of his clothing, but the sound never came. Instead she felt the weight of his body moving onto the table. He straddled her head.
His cock still covered in the leather pants, pressed against her mouth. He lowered his face to her clit and began to punish it with his tongue. He reached between them and held the chain of the clamps and occasionally toyed with them, causing her pressure and pinpricked sensations in each nipple.
Brittany lay under her Master, relishing in the feelings that swept through her with every sweep of his tongue. She rubbed her face across his crotch, breathed in the aroma of his groin mingling with the scent of the leather. Inside, her whole body seemed to become alive, and she knew it was because of her Master’s touch and the knowledge that he now knew her needs had matured into something more. No longer was she holding back any secrets or desires.
She felt him push his fingers into her opening, twist his wrist and began to massage the ridged flesh of her pussy, before driving deeper and caressing the soft tissue of her inner walls. Her body moved as if it had no choice but to follow the tune he played deep within her. She opened her mouth and began to draw her tongue across the leather, pushing and prodding the material with firm swipes.
Patrick ground his pelvis into her face, fucked the air between them and teased her until she was begging for his dick.
“Not yet, Pet.”
He leaned forward slightly, so his leather-clad balls were rubbing her lips, while his tongue began to dive in and out of her slick pussy. She almost came, but forced herself to wait. Her Master had just begun the oral fucking and she did not want to give in too easily to the lust that was building inside her.
Patrick grinned, hearing the frustrated growls from his Pet, as he fucked her with the thick muscle. He curled the tip, rolled it over the edges of her pussy, and then pushed it in deep, only to draw it out and repeat the process around the entire circumference of her tender hole. She was oozing nectar that he found tastier than in the past. The honey-lemon flavored lube they’d used earlier was no longer teasing his taste buds. His Pet’s juice was the only thing left to swallow.
He pushed in three fingers, arched his back and felt his cock ready to explode all over his leather pants. He cursed softly, tightened his muscles and controlled his need, so he could force his woman to reach her peak far before his. When he ordered her to come, it was but seconds until her body was able to respond to the command.
His head dropped down and his mouth opened wide as her fluids squirted out. He drank the initial shot of juice eagerly, before the second cascaded in thick syrup that coated his tongue, teeth and gums. He moaned his appreciation for her gift, and whispered words of pride over her accomplishment. When she was done shuddering, he moved off her and shared a mouthful of her cum with her.
Brittany, still blindfolded, supped eagerly from his mouth. She swallowed the hot liquid and cleaned her Master’s tongue when he slowly drew it in and out from between her lips. When he was satisfied, he stepped away from bondage table and took several long deep breaths, needing to calm his lust.
“What now, Pet?” he asked, once he was able to think and speak coherently.
“Your cock, Master, please, please give me your cock. Your cum. Please,” she begged.
He reached down and stroked himself through the dark leather. There were drops of pre cum that had leaked onto the matching lambskin trousers, but he knew with the proper care it would look as good as new again. “Are you sure?” he asked again, as he moved away from her and back to the table with all the toys.
“Yes, yes, Master. I’m sure,” she cried again. Her voice was laced with desire that bordered on frustration.
Patrick smirked. “Such an insolent girl you are, to grow so bold. Your voice holds a hint of sarcasm, doesn’t it, Pet?” he asked.
He glanced over and saw her lips twist. He knew the look. It was one worn often when she was forced to learn something new that seemed simple, yet for some reason she could not grasp. He loved the look; it made her seem almost child-like.
“Perhaps,” she whispered, finally admitting defeat. Brittany was being sarcastic and sassy, but she was also hungry for his cock. She loved and hated the games they played. The love far outweighed the hate.
“Soon, Pet, soon you will wear my cum, for now though. I have a few more things I need to do. Remember, it’s all about the toys today. Do we have too many?”
Brittany felt his hands on her ankles. The snaps were released and he told her to stretch her muscles, while he freed her hands. He then removed her blindfold and the clamps on her nipples. She blinked a few times at the change in lighting, but for the most part her eyes were not overly assaulted. Patrick often kept the lights dim in the basement.
She stretched her legs and arms, and then asked permission to walk around the room, in order to get more circulation moving through her body. When it was granted, she smiled, thanked her Master and proceeded to do as she desired. When he called her back to him, Brittany’s body was instantly put on alert.
Patrick had placed the Wand Love chair in the center of the room. The seven inch attachment was lubed and ready for her. She licked her lips and waited for his instructions.
“I think this is your favorite toy, isn’t it, Pet? Remove my clothes, but do not touch my cock,” he demanded, not needing an answer to his question.
She whimpered as she began to disrobe her Master. Her fingers freed the buttons of his shirt and she pulled the material free. She folded the shirt, laid it on the table with the toys and then reached for his pants. She undid the bottom and went to draw down the zipper. It gave easily and his cock sprang free when she parted the flaps of material.
A moan of pleasure was pulled from her throat. A grunt echoed from Patrick’s lips as the tension on his swollen shaft was finally eased. He watched Brittany’s lower lip tremble as she saw the spongy head beckon her for a swift and gentle kiss. She licked her lips and glanced hungrily up to her Master. Patrick only eyed her with desire.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and used her hands to grasp the leather pants and pull them down his body. His legs were thick with muscle and the corded flesh rippled as he stepped out of the fabric. She treated the trousers with the same care as she had the shirt. When she returned to his side, she waited for further instructions.
“Bend over, Pet. I have something for that tight ass of yours.”
Brittany’s breath became lodged in her throat. She bent over and waited. He went to the table and retrieved the vibrating, ridged dildo. She gasped when he opened her ass cheeks, inserted the toy and drew it out. The lube had already been applied while she walked the room, so the moisture and the gooey gel fell easily from her hole. She moaned and pushed back on his manual fucking of her anus.
He pushed it in fully, allowing the fake balls that were molded along with the cock, to rest against her ass. He took her to the chair, had her face it and pressed his palms on her shoulders. “Sit, Pet,” he said.
Brittany positioned herself, bent her knees and took the fake dick of the chair in her hand. She slid it into her pussy. Immediately her sex constricted around it, welcoming the warm embrace of her tender hole. Both holes were filled. She rocked gently on the wand, finding the right position for the rubber head. All her muscles seemed to tighten all at once and she groaned in appreciation.
“Very nice,” Patrick said.
She looked at him with eyes full of adoration.
He moved back to the table, and picked up two small chains. Each had snaps on the ends. He caught her eyes and noticed the fire already building inside them. “My Pet still loves to be restrained, doesn’t she?” he asked, as he stepped behind her.
“Yes, Master,” she admitted.
He grabbed her arms and secured the wrist restraint bands with the chain and snaps. She was now properly handcuffed. He pushed her ankles together, forcing her ass muscles to tighten further to keep the toy from slipping out. As he secured both legs with the snap and chain, he whispered, “These clubs we will attend, do you think my Pet would want others to fuck her while she’s tied up?”
He chuckled. “A new adventure to consider,” he said, with a casual air about him. “I think it best though, that we move slowly, Pet. Perhaps my Pet would rather watch me take another pussy?”
He looked at her face and laughed. “I see not,” he said when jealousy filled her beautiful visage. “But again it would be but another adventure for us to explore.”
Brittany frowned. Patrick chuckled. He reached out and stroked her hair. “Ah, there are so many things opening up to us, now that you’ve shared with me your desires. Thank you, Pet,” he said.
Patrick reached down and turned on the vibrating dildo in her ass and the wand machine. Neither one was on its lowest setting. Each had been switched to high and each were now fucking and rolling deep inside her. He caught her shoulders and steadied her on the chair. Patrick watched her breasts rise and fall with the onslaught of the toy in her pussy. Her mouth was open as her lungs drew in much needed air.
He grabbed her head and shoved his dick into the one hole she had left. As she was fucked repeatedly by the dick on the chair and massaged inwardly by the one in her ass, Patrick used her mouth as if it were simply there for him to abuse.
Brittany closed her eyes and tried to catalog all the sensations that were rolling through her. She felt the rubber cock in her ass as it shook against the tight channel of her anal cavity. She squeezed it, enhancing the massage its ridges surface was giving her. At the same time the seven inch toy in her pussy, was rolling to the left, then the right, as it pumped in and out, pushing deep into her hole and twisting against the fleshy walls. Her Master’s cock was the best of the three. The natural warmth and the aroma of his genitalia, along with the knowledge it was his, made her whole body sing in harmony.
Instinctively she strained against the chains and bands that kept her from grabbing her Master’s hips and fucking him at her own pace. She was forced to accept his speed, his thrusts, and his power as he pushed and pulled her head off his rod. She gasped for more, begged him to use her, to cover her in his seed. He grunted and groaned, told her she was his, and that he would give her what she needed, not what she wanted.
There were no more words left for Brittany to scream once she begged for the right to come. He granted her wish and as she showered the chair with juice, he pulled his dick out and shot his fluids all over her face. Tears of joy washed down her cheeks as the hot liquid blanketed her. She opened her mouth and he delivered the second volley of cum onto her eager tongue. A third and final shot covered her throat and dripped down her chest to slide haphazardly across her nipples.
Patrick was left panting. He gripped her shoulders, while pressing her face into his groin. She lapped at his dick and balls, nuzzled his sack and pubic curls, and breathed deep the scent of her Master. When he pulled away, he leaned over her and released her hands, and ankles. The toy was plucked from her ass, discarded on the floor and she was told to rise.
On wobbly knees Brittany did just that. She held his arm for support. Her juices slid from her pussy, down her inner thigh and rolled slightly to the back of her knee. Patrick pulled her into his arms, petted her hair and thanked her for being his Pet. She kissed his chest and cuddled into him. “I love you Master,” she confessed.
And I you, Pet,” he answered.
He led her to the bed, where he took a moment to gaze down on her feminine curves. He imagined others staring at her passion spent body and knew that it would be hard for him to give her to another, but if that was her wish, he would allow it — at least once.
As he knelt between her legs, he told himself that she was his most precious possession and his job was to please her, to seek what she needed, and to provide for it, just as her job was to do the same. He kissed the top of her tender mound and began to lick and caress it with his tongue and fingers. Together they would rebuild each other and once again make their relationship worthy of envy.