The wave of relief made her grin like an idiot when she saw His name on her phone’s screen. Her tummy fluttered as she unlocked it to read the message. For half a second Emily considered her friends’ advice to ignore the text or at least to make Him wait for a response. She couldn’t do it.
His message was short, not at all what she wanted, and very direct. Almost a command really. Just two words. *Come over.* It wasn’t what she wanted but at least it meant He wanted to see her again and that was enough.
She typed a response, *Hey!! Right now?*
His message back took a few minutes but she stared at the phone and waited the whole time. The second was even shorter than the previous. A simple *Yes.*
Emily almost sent back that she had class and tried to reschedule but started to doubt herself before the message was even fully typed. Would that be okay or would He not wait? Would she miss her chance? Instead, she simply sent, *Coming over now!! :)*
That wasn’t *entirely* true. Emily had taken the time to get ready; clean up, fix her hair, put on some eye makeup, and pick a cute outfit. She was so anxious to see Him again that it was all done in record time, however, it was still almost thirty minutes before she reached His door. The teen was nearly shaking as she reached up to knock; her legs weak, tummy all tingly, and heart racing. She had smiled the whole walk there but was nervous all the same. Emily had spent the whole week confused, trying to figure out why she was so interested in Him. He had seemed so perfect but she knew He hadn’t treated her right. Knew but hadn’t been able to hold it against Him.
She knocked lightly and waited… Each second seemed to take forever before the door finally opened. The sight of Him almost took her breath away. He was dressed simply in jeans and a tshirt, more stubble than the last time, and His hair a tousled mess. He looked incredible to Emily. Her cheeks were flushing just looking at him, remembering the last time. At a gesture from Him, she stepped inside.
When he greeted her, His voice was surprisingly stern, “You’re late.”
Emily’s tummy seemed to drop at His annoyed tone and Emily’s smile faltered as she mumbled an apology and the door closed heavily behind her.
He stood over her looking down at Emily had suddenly she felt nervous. It was like He was examining her. Judging her. He didn’t even seem to hear her apology and after a few moments of standing awkwardly in the entryway Emily almost spoke up. However, as soon as her mouth opened He cut her off.“Take off your clothes.”
Emily’s mouth dropped further and her eyes went wide in surprise. She felt her cheeks burn. Was He serious? Sure, He had gotten her naked last time but that had been in the moment. How could she just take off her clothes right here and like this? Despite the thought embarrassing her, Emily felt all tingly and that made it all the harder to come up with a response. Her mouth started to move as she fumbled over words but He wasn’t going to have any of that.
His voice was stern again and almost hard when He spoke next, “Now!”
Emily nearly jumped in response and her hands started fumbling with her shirt. She wasn’t sure why she did as He said, she just knew from His voice that He would be disappointed otherwise and Emily didn’t want that. So, in a matter of seconds the tank top she had worn came off, she kicked off her sandals, and then pushed her cute little shorts off her hips and let them fall down to her feet. She had stood there fidgeting, wearing just the lacy white panties and matching bra she had picked. Her long dark hair was down but brushed back behind her shoulders; her skin smooth, pale and interrupted only by a scattering of light freckles and the blush to her cheeks. He just stared down at her and Emily hoped that would be enough.
His eyes had practically bore into her. He looked her up and down, taking in every part of her. From her slim legs to the delicate flare of her hips, across her flat tummy, and her chest that didn’t look impressive even in her bra, and up to her elfin face, flushed cheeks, and green eyes. Eyes that couldn’t quite meet His as much as she wanted to. It wasn’t enough for Him.
His voice was still stern and Emily almost flinched, “Everything.”
She already felt so vulnerable standing there nearly naked. The teen felt excited and terrified at the same time but His tone seemed to tell Emily she could either do it or leave. Her tummy seemed to do a little flip and her hands shook as she reached back for the clasp of her bra. Emily tried but failed to meet His eyes as she shrugged her shoulders and let the lacy bra fall to the floor with her other clothes, exposing her small but perky breasts capped by hard pale nipples. She bit her lip as her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her matching panties and she took a shaky breath to try and calm herself before pushing them down her hips and thighs to let the slip of cotton fall to the floor, exposing a lightly trimmed bush, the dark hair contrasting with her pale skin, and just the barest hint of the cleft between her legs.
Emily stood before Him completely naked now. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She wanted to cover herself but didn’t, instead she awkwardly intertwined her fingers in front of her stomach and squirmed under His gaze. Emily was practically shaking, trembling with nervous anticipation and embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time she had been seen naked but it had never been like *this* before. She felt so exposed standing in this unfamiliar apartment, so small next to Him, and yet despite all of that and despite her humiliation she felt an intense excitement. Her whole body felt like it was tingling, eager and anxious to be touched.
He took His time looking her up and down. Long minutes that seemed to stretch on forever to the anxious teen. She didn’t known why He looked at her so long but she was too nervous to do anything but stand there, feeling His eyes on her body. Finally though He smiled and when He spoke His voice was warm, almost proud, “Good girl. You’re beautiful.” Her cheeks burned at the compliment and she felt her chest tighten happily at the words ‘good girl’. The longer He had made her stand like that, the more nervous she had become that maybe her slim runners build wasn’t what He liked. Maybe she wasn’t curvy enough, womanly enough, for Him. His words made those doubts disappear.
It was only then that He finally touched her. Just a hand on her elbow, pulling her towards Him as He leaned in. However, Emily eagerly stepped closer. Closing the distance and raising onto her tiptoes to meet His kiss. Her eyes closed and she felt like she melted into Him. All too soon for her tastes He broke the kiss.
She leaned in seeking His lips again and He just laughed before speaking, “When you’re here, you will *always* be naked. Understood? As soon as the door closes, your clothes are to come off.”
He stood, looking down at her and holding her back. One hand on her shoulder and the other cupping her chin and gently brushing her hair back behind her ear with His thumb. Each little touch sent delightful tingles through her. And His ‘command’ sent a shiver down her spine as she imagined repeating this each time she saw Him. She nodded mutely but that wasn’t enough for Him. His hand tightened on her chin, made her look up at Him.
His voice was stern again, “You should answer me properly when I ask a question, Emily.” Despite the way He spoke down to her, His voice and the way it sounded when He said her name made Emily quiver.
It took a second to find her voice and it was breathless and almost husky when she spoke, “Y-yes, I understand.”
He had smiled, “Good.” and then leaned in to kiss her again as soon as she had spoken.
Emily returned the kiss with undisguised need. She was still shaking with a level of excitement she had never felt before. She needed to be touched by Him. Needed to feel Him inside her again. She practically launched herself forward, pressing her naked body against Him. He seemed to know exactly what she needed. His hands explored her as they kissed before lifting her, wrapping her legs around His waist and carrying her to the couch.
Almost carelessly He dropped her onto the soft cushions so she was left laying there, splayed and practically panting as He undressed. His shirt came off first, exposing a muscular chest and arms. He smirked to see the way her eyes moved across Him. “You need this, don’t you Emily?” His voice was playful, almost teasing. It was barely a question but Emily nodded eagerly and then remembered what He had just told her.
“Yes. Yes, please.” Emily’s words rushed out all at once and she blushed bright red as soon as she realized it sounded like she was begging.
She had never had to ask before, never even considered begging but she had meant the words. She needed Him. She needed to be fucked. He had that effect on her. He seemed amused by that though, there was a smirk on His lips as He undid His pants and slipped them down and off with His boxer-briefs. He was hard and big. At least from her limited experience. Emily hadn’t really seen it the first time. It had been dark that night and she had lost herself to the sensations but now she was wondering how it had even fit inside her.
“Since you asked so nicely.” His voice was playful and teasing still as He stood over the prone teen. One hand was on His cock, giving it slow strokes to stay hard. His voice turned harder, commanding, “Show me where you *need* it.”
As the words sunk in, Emily let out almost a whine and her cheeks blushed brighter but she didn’t even think of refusing Him. One hand moved between her legs, parting her puffy outer lips and exposing the sensitive inner pink of her pussy, already glistening with her excitement despite having barely been touched.
Her voice was just as breathy but embarrassed and unsure. She had never tried dirty talk before, “F-fuck me. Her. Please” Her cheeks burned again, the blush spreading down to her chest. Had she really said *please* again?
And then *finally* He fucked her again. Just as rough and demanding as the first time and He made her cum just as hard. While she was still gasping in pleasure, He had practically pushed her off the couch to the floor and then sat back. His cock still hard and glistening with her wetness. Her head was still been swimming and her legs still twitching as the pleasure faded but she knew what He wanted. It had already become a routine for her. Emily leaned in and started licking His cock clean. Lapping up her own tangy-sweet wetness from it. She was consumed by the scent of Him and the scent of her own excitement as she took Him in her mouth.
He used her mouth until He came. And when He did, He barely warned her, just ordering her not to swallow before groaning in pleasure as the first thick rope of cum had exploded across her tongue. And then another and another until her mouth felt full and His cum started to leak down her chin. Again, Emily was ordered to open her mouth and show Him the cum on her tongue. She couldn’t help but taste it, salty and bitter as she the big load in her mouth, and the smell of it seemed to fill all her senses as she looked up at Him for approval. Finally, after several long seconds He told her to swallow it all. She did, without hesitation.
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To be continued.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5aggk0/waiting_pet_part_2_obedience_mf_fsub
You can find [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5a2x08/waiting_pet_part_1_mf_fsub/) here.
Edit: It’s come to my attention that part 1 may not be working because I tried to edit in a link to this one… Will hopefully be resolved soon. If not Part 1:
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Emily sat near the front door naked except the collar around her slim neck. The red leather stood out against her pale skin and a tiny golden bell hung from the center, jingling softly with each movement. She was so wound up waiting for Him to return that her body shook with unreleased energy. She sat like a dog, legs under her and knees apart, palms on the floor and arms pressing her small breasts together. Little pink nipples already hard. Her hips swayed and caused the black, furry tail to sway across the floor behind her, reminding the teen of the plug inside her. The plug filling her hole that Master had been training.
Emily stared up at the handle with an eager look in her green eyes and her long black hair cascading down her slightly arched back. Her thick hair was messy and tangled and only held back from spilling over her face by the headband expertly woven in. The headband that was otherwise unseen except the black fuzzy ears it gave her. Pointy little kitty ears that almost perfectly matched her hair. She didn’t even notice the ears anymore, they had become a part of her. Just like she didn’t notice her messy bed-head. Master would brush her hair until it was soft and straight if she was good. Or not. Her grooming was entirely up to Him, just like everything else in her life. However, she wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved being His pet, His belonging. Wanted it. No. She *needed* it.
She hoped He would be home soon, it had to be almost time by now and the days passed so slowly when she was alone. Emily’s mouth almost watered as she found herself hoping Master would play with her as soon as He got in. Use her mouth or her aching little pussy. Pleasing Him was her whole purpose.
As her mind wandered thinking about being with Master tonight, Emily found herself remembering how she had ended up this way. As a pet. Owned and subservient with no responsibilities, nothing except her Master. Her mind bubbled with thoughts of the girl she used to be; shy, quiet, pretty but just a bit too awkward and reserved to ever be popular. Emily had met Him after her friend Ashley talked her into going to a bar one night.
Emily hadn’t liked the idea; she didn’t drink much and she didn’t like the risk of getting caught but Ashley had worn her down. That’s why on a Friday night Emily had found herself at a crowded bar. Wearing a little black dress she had been convinced into, with her long black hair down and meticulously straightened, and wearing just a touch of makeup. Oh and those heels. They weren’t high but for a girl like Emily, who rarely wore them, they had made her feel awkward and clumsy. The bar had been dark, packed with people, and loud. Emily remembered how anxious she had felt in the crowd.
When Emily had met Him she was sipping a sweet drink on the fringes of the crowd and trying not to be noticed. He had been everything she wasn’t socially and everything she hadn’t realized she wanted physically. Confident and self-assured. Tall, towering over the petite teen by at least a foot and He looked so composed and comfortable in the suit He wore. He wasn’t the only one dressed like they had just come from work but even with His tie off and a few buttons undone He wore it better. He had dark hair, just a little stubble, and piercing blue eyes. Emily had been flushed and flustered and secretly wondering the whole time why He would have picked her out of all the women there. Of course, she was happy that He had. Even happier that He didn’t just lose interest or let the conversation fizzle out as Emily had tried her hardest to contribute, to not sound as awkward as she felt.
As the night wore on Emily had gotten more and more frustrated with the noise of the bar. The music managed to drown out even His deep voice and she hadn’t liked asking Him to repeat anything. Just remembering His suggestion to ‘find somewhere quieter’ sent a little shiver down Emily’s back and made her clench against the plug. She hadn’t even questioned leaving the bar. Leaving her friend and going off with some guy she had just met. She had wanted to keep talking to this man, to keep feeling special. As they left she smiled to her concerned looking friend and waved Ashley off. As they walked out the door, His big hand had enveloped hers and made the teen’s cheeks burn. The whole walk Emily had fought to keep the smile off her face as she pressed against His arm. His hand had been so warm and she could feel His strength as He guided her down the street.
Emily had assumed they would go to a coffee shop or something, instead He led the teen to an apartment building. Even though she realized what that meant, even though she had never done something like that before, she hadn’t stopped. Emily still remembered the butterflies in her stomach and how her heart had raced as they took the elevator. Remembered the way she had barely been able to catch her breath as she kept telling herself she wasn’t this kind of girl. She didn’t do this kind of thing. But… the thought of leaving never truly crossed her mind. Instead she had leaned in a little closer, feeling His muscular arm through His suit. Smelled Him. His scent, His cologne. Emily remembered the way her head had felt like it was spinning, how she hadn’t been sure if it was the alcohol or being with Him.
In His apartment, they had settled on the couch to talk, her body pressed against His and their faces close. Emily had been watching His eyes, His lips, everything. And yet, she had still been surprised when He leaned in and kissed her. The teen’s eyes had gone wide at first and then when it truly registered, her eyes closed and with a sigh she melted into the kiss and realized He didn’t do slow and gentle… He did hard. Passionate.
His lips had been on hers. His tongue in her mouth. His hands on her body. In her hair. Without even realizing their lips had ever parted, Emily had found herself out of her dress, out of her underwear, and on His bed. He had fucked her. Hard. He had fucked her so hard she felt it all of the next day, a sore reminder that had made her blush constantly. He had done things to her she had never allowed before, never imagined she would like. His hand had slapped her ass until it was stinging and red, He had slipped a finger into her virgin ass as His cock had filled her. Made her suck His it clean after He had been in her. And when He had finished, He came in her mouth. He made Emily show it off on her tongue before she was made to swallow the thick load.
The whole night was a blur for the girl even after. Emily just knew she had never felt so good, so alive, so desired. Never cum as hard as she had while He fucked her. Even when she woke up sore in the morning, tucked closely to His side, the teen had been eager to be fucked again. She wasn’t even disappointed when she didn’t cum that time. She hadn’t even complained about having to suck Him clean again or that He chose to cum all over her face and in her hair before telling her to get dressed because He had plans.
Emily hadn’t complained but she did start to question everything and especially herself as she walked home without her panties in the little black dress and with her face and hair sticky. She could still remember the embarrassment every time she passed someone that morning, the shame that she had done something so… naughty. But Emily just wanted more. Wanted to hear from Him. She would have texted Him as soon as she was home but she didn’t have His number. He just had hers. Days passed and Emily had been excited and then anxious and then practically depressed when there was no contact. Not because she regretted what had happened but because it meant He didn’t want her. It had been the longest week of her life before His message finally arrived.
*Swoon*. This really does push all the right buttons, and the way you wrote her makes her makes the rest of the story pretty adorable.