Day 55 of a Collared Pet [MFf] [FSub]

Day 55 of being Donovan’s pet and we were very cozy in our arrangement. I'm a muse for a famous reclusive author as he writes his next great novel about a man who keeps a collared woman as a pet for one hundred days. No one ever gets this close to Donovan Price but I entered his world on my eighteenth birthday and have been here ever since. I spend my days like any other pet; watching TV, cuddling up to my owner as he writes and drinks. In turn, he watches me crawl around his house, eat from my bowls and sleep on my pet bed in the corner. He treats me well and I inspire his art. Everything was great until his wife, that I never know he had, showed up three days ago.

Bianca Ferrera Price is as beautiful and exotic as she is cruel. Bitch. A petite bronzed woman with her South American accent, she hangs around the house with her phone glued to her hand, never going to these ‘meetings’ she claimed as a reason to her stay. She was okay when Donovan was home, usually ignoring me as she went about her business on the phone, but I’m at her mercy when he’s away.

Wednesday is my day to swim and Donovan had removed my collar before leaving for a business lunch. I was lying on the chaise lounge, drying under the sun from my twenty lap swim, when I heard the backdoor slide open. Bianca came out in a black string bikini and mule heels, looking every inch a Brazilian goddess that she is. She walked my way, blocking my sun as she stood beside me.

“Hello, kitty,” she said, patting my head.

My eyes narrowed behind my sunglasses. I wanted to bite her hand so badly.

She smiled before asking, “Have you and my husband fucked yet?”

I said nothing as she gazed down at me with mal intent.

“You are a pretty kitty. Is your tongue as pretty?”

I said nothing. She stroked my hair before her hand moved to my face to flick the tip of my nose. I swatted at her, my fingernails catching her arm before she could back off.

“You scratched me,” she said, looking at the barely visible scratch.

I hissed at her.

“Just for that, I’m not feeding you.”

Bianca was true to her word, torturing me further by eating her dinner in front of me, savoring each bite of her meal with flourish as my stomach rumbled. She settled onto the couch to watch one of my favorite shows, so I sat on my pet bed in the corner and watched TV with her, hungrily waiting for Donovan’s return.

It was late in the evening when he returned, finding me sitting properly on my pet bed. He must’ve heard my growling stomach as he pet and stroked my head. He glanced over at my clean bowls before frowning at Bianca.

“Did you feed Pixie like I asked?”

“No. She’s your pet. You feed her.”

He looked down into my pitiful eyes. My stomach growled in absolute hunger. Donovan filled my empty water bowl and set it down which I greedily lapped. He rinsed my food bowl, filled it with a chopped salad of greens, turkey, cheese and croutons, and topped it with a little dressing.

“You really are a bitch,” he said to Bianca, as he grabbed a fork and napkin and set it all down on my feeding mat for me to gobble.

“Your pet scratched me today,” she said, getting up from the couch to show Donovan the little scratch. “She’s a dangerous animal who should be put down.”

He looked over at me and I gave him the most innocent big eyed look I could muster.

He popped open a beer and said, “You probably deserved it.”

Bianca watched him flop onto the couch, turning on the sports channel to tune her out.

She said, “Maybe you should take her to an animal shelter so she can be rehomed. Maybe a few day in a cage can teach her some manners.”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you. Pets see people for who they truly are.”

“They also get jealous of their owner’s significant other.” She looked over at me and said, “Did I take your place in bed? Is that why you don’t like me?”

Bianca’s phone rang. She answered and started speaking excitedly in French as she poured herself a glass of wine and strolled into the back yard, turning on the pool lights before shutting the door behind her.

Donovan looked at me, got up and retrieved my collar from the coffee table. I put down my dinner and wiped my mouth before sitting up properly. He dropped to his haunches, placed the collar around my neck and buckled it in place. A sense of peace came over me.

“I’m sorry she was so mean to you, girl.”

I bumped my head lovingly against his, rubbing my cheek against his ear, necking with him, happily smelling his funky scent of man and faded cologne. I drew back, looking into his deep blue eyes and for the first time, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Every bit of my body tingled and melted at the same time as his skillful lips melded onto mine. I wanted this to last forever. My lips were left hanging in mid-air as he pulled away. I opened my eyes to watch him stand up to look down at me, his lips still pursed. I took a deep breath to slow my heart and cool my loins, though my nipples pressing against my t-shirt betrayed me.

“You really are beautiful thing,” he said, before returning to the couch and sports.

We all settled into our night routines. My bowls washed and with me curled up on my bed, Donovan and I watched late night TV. His beers had turned into whiskey an hour ago. His blank eyes weren’t really watching the late show. They were inscrutable, lost in their own world.

Bianca finally returned from outside. She had polished off a whole bottle of white wine while talking on her phone by the pool. With a sexy sway of her hips, she sashayed across the floor towards Donovan to stand between him and the TV. He looked up at her as she hiked up her short black skirt to straddle him, easing herself down onto his thighs. The leather couch squeaked beneath them as she made herself comfortable on his lap.

She slung her arms over his shoulders as they murmured things to each other that I couldn’t hear. His hands snaked around her waist, drawing her into him. His face lingered between her breasts until his hands stretched down her shirt and her caramel tipped tits popped from her bra into his face. He took one tit into his mouth and sucked on it before her hands tilted it up and they kissed, slow and sloppy. They made out like teenagers for a while before she reached into his sweatpants to stroke his cock while whispering in his ear. He was solidly hard when she kissed him again before rising to guide the tip of his penis into her and slowly slid down with a contented sigh. His hands dug into her ass.

I started to turn away, turning my back to them on my pet bed, when Donovan barked at me, “Sit up properly.”

I sighed as I faced them, sitting on my knees with a straight back and palms placed on my thighs, to watch their sex show.

She rode him, bouncing up and down, thoroughly enjoying herself on his glistening dick. She stopped to tease him and he gave her a couple of thrusts. Then she looked over her shoulder at me.

She said, “Maybe kitty would like to join us. Here kitty kitty kitty.”

Donovan’s hand jerked her face to his before he lifted her off his dick and tumbled her onto the couch. He yanked down his sweatpants before jerking Bianca’s arms above her head, pinning them to the couch with one hand as he used his other to put his cock back inside her. He gruffly muttered something to her before inching further and further with each thrust of his hips. She arched against him in ecstasy as he pumped into her, his naked ass bouncing between her up raised thighs.

My loins were hot with desire, my clit twitching in its wetness with every grunt and slap of skin against skin. My fingers flexed against my knees until my fingernails gouged crescent marks into my skin. God, they were so incredibly hot. I wanted him to fuck me like that. I wanted to touch myself, topple over and rub until I came, but stayed perfectly still.

He never looked over at me, lost in his wife’s face and their grudge match sex.

“I’m gonna cum,” she said. “Cum with me. Ohhhh.”

She wrapped her legs around him and orgasmed loud with an explosive release. He slowed his pump, teasing her with a languid in and out as she quieted but still muttered in Portuguese. Donovan looked down at her face obscured by tousled hair. He had a devilish grin, still rock hard inside her.

He turned to me and with a ragged voice said, “Come here.”

Bianca’s head lolled my way, watching me as I got up to crawl towards them. Squeezing in between the couch and coffee table, I crawled past his feet, then his thighs, eye level with his hard-on still half way inside her. Her beautiful breasts spilled out from her stretched down shirt. My nose twitched at the smell of their sex and I rubbed my head against his sweaty temple before licking it. Bianca moaned, her dewy chest still heaving as she began to squirm under him. “Stay still,” he said to her, before turning to me.

“Go to bed in your room,” he said. “Daddy has some stuff he’s gotta work out with mommy.”

I crawled on by, feeling his eyes linger on my butt and panty veiled pussy until I rounded the corner. They started having sex again and I softly shut my door to Bianca’s curses and the sounds of flesh being chafed into leather. Still, I hadn’t truly escaped. The taste of his sweat lingered on my tongue and their voices oozed through the wall like porn.

“Oh, Donovan!”

“Oh, fuck!”

I was seized in their fever. My hand slid into my soaked panties, fingers pressing onto my clit swimming in my lube like juice. I ripped off my panties and wiped away some of the wetness before lying on the carpet to rub my sweet spot as I listened to the sounds of their sex. I’m the worst pet; breaking rule number seven; ‘Pet may only orgasm upon permission of Owner.’

“Oh, fuck,” I said, feeling an intense orgasm coming on.

Imagining Donovan fucking me, the sight of his pumping ass fresh in my mind; it didn’t take long to come. My pussy exploded in spasms, my thighs squeezing my pussy wrapped fingers as my clit jerked. I lay their panting from the strongest orgasm I’ve ever felt. Now that was an orgasm. Listening, I all could hear was quiet. I wiped myself with my panties and threw them aside, still wishing I had dildo or vibrator or better, Donovan’s dick up inside me. I hoisted myself off the floor and into the bed to snuggle against my cold pillow, hoping my perpetual horniness would just go away.

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