A clattering sound announced the furnace kicking on, which was welcome relief to Emma who could feel the cold from the tile seeping into her knees. It was a Tuesday which meant she was to meet Him at the door, kneeling and ready. Her legs were flat on the floor, her butt resting on her heels, back straight with her arms crossed behind her. He caught her slouching once and the punishment was enough to convince her that she would never do that again.
Emma was naked, save for the thick leather posture collar that wrapped around her neck with an O-ring dangling from the center of her throat. She had a variety of collars, some thinner, some with built in gags, and some delicate things she wore in public to advertise His ownership as discreetly as possible. Normally she had some leeway in what she wore, in fact, her collar restrictions were the ones He seemed most lackadaisical about. Oftentimes she simply forgot to put on her day collar and aside from a few snarky comments and raised eyebrows He didn’t seem to notice.
But today He had left no wiggle room as to what she was to be wearing when He got home. Her meditative moment was broken when the door swung open, letting in a blast of wintry air. Her eyes stayed locked perfectly straight ahead, knowing what would happen if her eyes strayed before He gave her permission.
“Welcome home Sir,” she said, her breath quaking with anticipation. Instantly a blush ran through her whole body. It felt right, of course, to give herself to Him so completely but there was still an air of newness to it all even after several months. In her past life she couldn’t have imagined putting herself in a situation like this.
“Good evening slave.”
His voice instantly relaxed the tension which had built up in her body, soothing the ache in her knees. Then she felt herself rising as His hand gripped the O-ring on her collar and forced her to her feet. His hand dropped from her collar as she found her footing, sliding down over her shoulder, tickling down her back-which He knew would flood her mind with need-coming to rest cupping one of her ass cheeks and pulling her close. His clothes felt of the chill He’d just exited but it didn’t matter to Emma, she melted into the warmth of His presence.
He used His grip on her ass to force her from the embrace, then pulled her dark navy peacoat off a hook by the door. Her mind took flight. What was He up to? Wordlessly He slipped the coat over her shoulders, watching as she wriggled her arms down the long sleeves and began buttoning it. The coat was oversized, but still only fell to about the middle of her creamy thighs which meant that she’d have to be exquisitely careful if they went anywhere lest someone get an unexpected glimpse. Whether or not He’d be parading her around in public became very clear when he reached to the rack and handed her a pair of moderately high heels.
Well, she thought, that could have been worse. There were those ludicrously high spikes He made her wear on occasion because she couldn’t walk in them without leaning on Him. Even with the high collar of the jacket she could clearly see her collar in the mirror. For a moment her heart raced at the prospect of so brazenly being displayed but he picked a scarf out for her and lovingly wrapped it around her neck, hiding the collar away from the world.
As if reading her thoughts he leaned in and whispered, “Our little secret,” His lips tickling her ear with the words.
With that, His hand found hers and led her back out into the wintry storm. Snow swirled around her exposed ankles, wind whipped at the already precarious hem of her jacket, but the warmth she felt from obeying Him washed all of that away. She smiled as His fingers interlaced with hers and led her to the car. Their driveway was secluded but not totally private so she was eager to get inside the quiet confines of the car as fast as possible. Naturally, He had other plans. A pout took over her lips as she tried the door and found it locked.
He took her hands and guided them to the top of the door, forcing her to lean forward a bit on her heels. Even just this little amount of stretching brought an unwelcome blast of cold up her coat. Which, she quickly realized, was His intention all along as he began slapping at her exposed ass. His hands were quick and accurate, hitting each cheek until it was a bright crimson and the pain was too much to keep her from crying out. Even as she whimpered she could feel her pussy aching, dripping wet in spite of the cold.
He finished and unlocked the door, holding it open for her. As soon as the opportunity was offered, she dove into the car and found her seat. Mercifully the leather was warm. She thanked her lucky stars for little luxuries and relaxed as He found his way next to her and began driving them toward their unknown destination. Quiet piano music played over the speakers as wind whipped snow at the windshield in a blur of white flakes against dark sky. His hand slid from the wheel to her thigh in a smooth motion, her thoughts melting away at the sensation of His fingertips digging into her flesh. Without thinking she parted her legs slightly, offering Him better access to what she desperately hoped He was after.
But He had other plans. His grip was firm, but steady, hand locked onto her upper thigh. Tantalizingly close to what she was hoping for, but seemingly somehow still miles away. Yet each time her mind would stray to pondering their destination, His grip would shift. Barely perceptible, yet enough to snap her thoughts immediately back to her current position and the desperate yearning to be fucked right here and now that was washing out all her other senses.
Their eventual destination could not have been more surprising. The mall? This wasn’t exactly one of His usual haunts, moreover, why had He parked so far away? She fought off the urge to pout, certain that this was some sort of a test. Obediently she waited as He walked around the car to open her door. Then she graciously accepted His hand, hoping that His body would shield the world from any glimpses as she maneuvered to her feet. His hand was warm, and firm, as it enveloped hers and tugged slightly, leading her to the entrance.
There was a certainty to His pace, as he guided her through the post-holiday throngs and to a pet store. The mysteries continued to build. His grip on her hand was firm, not quite painful, as he led her passed rows of gaudily colored squeaky toys to an aisle filled with…
“Oh.”
She hadn’t meant to say it, but there it was, that dawning moment of realization, a sudden awareness of what this whole night was building to. Leashes. Brightly colored cloth or thick leather, barebones or bejeweled, an array of possibilities spun open before her. He had mentioned this once before, a curiosity about how she would respond to being leashed. After all, there had been so many pleasant surprises in the past where some seemingly innocuous thing opened up a well of desire that turned her into a wanton little fucktoy for her Master.
Two thoughts suddenly sprung to mind and fought for dominance of her focus. One, she was very, very exposed. This outfit was barely within the realm of decency and far more risque than anything she’d ever dared to wear on her own. She became acutely aware of the faceless crowd of strangers shopping. Two, she was hornier than she could ever recall being. Despite His teasing, or perhaps because of it, she was all too aware of how much she enjoyed being His slut. But this…
Before she could react He reached up and plucked a heavy leather leash from the pegboard. It was dark brown, simple, with a large stainless steel clasp on one end. It was short, perhaps four feet long, and felt heavy in her hand as He gave it to her. Pressed into her palm beneath the leash was a crisp bill. His eyes left no room for interpretation, she was going to have to buy her own leash. Her entire body flushed red and her eyes dove to the floor.
He leaned in close, His presence reassuring her, His voice building her anticipation. “Come on now little slut, we have much to do. And I’m not taking my sweet little kitten out in public without a leash.”
With that, His hand closed around hers, squeezing it firmly. She felt the heavy clasp of the collar pressed into her palm as He squeezed. Taking a breath she reveled in His strength, His scent, then stepped back from Him with a whispered, “Yes, Sir.” Each step toward the register seemed impossibly loud. She could feel the blush in her cheeks, but she could also feel the wetness building between her thighs.
The clerk knew. The woman in line behind her knew. They had to, or at least that’s what her mind kept telling her. She was certain everyone in this entire mall knew and couldn’t decide if she wanted to vanish into her coat in shame or throw down her coat and parade through the mall proud of her place beneath her Master. These thoughts were so consuming that she didn’t notice they had left the store until He squeezed her palm.
“Doing alright princess?” They were in a little alcove next to an abandoned toy store, a tiny sliver of tranquility among the sea of people. Her hand was wrapped around the leash so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Looking up at Him she put the leash into His hand, uncertain of what else to do. He leaned in close, nuzzling her, His lips finding hers for a kiss of unmatched tenderness. As they kissed, His hand brought the leash up to her collar, maneuvering stealthily beneath her scarf, and clicking securely in place to the concealed O-ring.
She quivered, remembering the crowds of people they would have to pass through in order to get home. Then she felt the leash sliding down below her peacoat, the handle protruding just below the sleeve of her left arm. His hand gave hers a final squeeze, then clenched the leash tightly giving it a yank that nearly sent her to her knees.
“Keep up kitten, or else the whole world finds out what a naughty little thing you are.”
The pressure on her neck was constant, she had to fight to match His pace, sticking close to Him to avoid inadvertently separating and exposing the leash. If He got too far ahead, she learned in a moment of near disaster, the tension on her leash would also cause her coat to rise to a perilous height. She was trapped, bound to Him as much physically as she was mentally. Their route was circuitous, she noted dourly, doubling and tripling back to give Him more opportunity to lead His captive prey.
Finally, with a flick of His wrist, He forced her to lurch forth and open the doors to the exit. The return of the cold was welcome relief from the blush of warmth that had been flooding her body for the interminable time spent getting led around the mall like His pet. Though, she thought with another rush of desire, that’s what she was. Pride, need, devotion, and adoration coursed through her in equal measure.
As they neared the car she felt a moment of frustration in that she was finally able to match the pace He was setting. The thought was short-lived, as He yanked roughly on the leash sending her to her knees. In a flash, His boot was down on the handle of the leash, pinning her in place. She couldn’t move, anymore tension would cause the leash to tear through the buttons of her coat. Instead she looked up at Him, seeing the devious glint in His eyes. Suddenly the secluded parking spot made much more sense.
Freed from holding her restraint, He slid down a hand and pulled forth His cock. Her pussy clenched in anticipation of serving Him, a thought she could only hold for a moment before He pressed forward, driving the back of her head into the car as He slid the full length into her mouth. Emma gagged, eyes watering, as He pinned her in place, every inch of His cock buried in her throat. Then He pulled back, saliva and precum glistening along the length of His shaft, and smiled down at her.
“My pretty little pet…”
The words danced through her mind, eliminating any fear or shame. She would have worshipped His cock in front of an entire congregation just to hear those words again. Hungrily she waited for permission to do exactly that, knowing better than to get greedy even in circumstances like these. But He had other plans, sliding her leash up from beneath her coat, then looping it behind her neck. Using the leash like a handle He began to violently fuck her face in the parking lot.
She could feel the gravel digging into her exposed flesh, she could hear the sounds of her choking above the dim hum of the lights, but none of that mattered. She went limp, feeling the leather digging into her neck, feeling the satisfying bulge as she took every inch of His cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip, savoring His taste, His smell, His control. With one hand on her leash, His other went to her dark hair, gently stroking it in stark contrast to the violent face-fucking. He was brutal and gentle all at once, and it was all Emma could do not to cum right there.
Instead she persisted, driven by an insatiable desire to serve, to please this Man, her Master, her everything. His breath drew quick, she could feel the tightness building within Him, and then He pulled back and erupted. With a tremendous groan He sent a thick load of cum spraying across her face, her chest, and her new leash. As the last drops spilled forth, He leaned forward, allowing her to lick Him clean. She moved quickly, savoring the taste of each drop, before looking up at Him expectantly, awaiting the instruction to clean herself up. Instead, He reached for her leash and dragged her back to her feet.
“Oh no, sweet pet, I’m not done with you yet.”
She could feel the blush returning, creeping over her entire body, certain that she was crimson from head to toe. As His hands guided her back into her seat she could feel the weight of the leash pulling against her collar, seeing the way the dark leather contrasted with her coat as it dangled from her collar. She could feel the coolness of His cum drying on her skin, certain that it would be visible to any who passed. But as He slid into the car, and His hand came to rest on her thigh once more, none of that mattered.
She was safe. She was His. And He wasn’t done using her yet. She smiled a blissful, dreamy smile and leaned back in her seat as His fingers climbed a little higher on her thigh.
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Emma’s reverie was interrupted by the sudden silence as the motor cut off. He was staring at her, a wistful smile playing across His lips, and she felt suddenly rather bashful about her situation. Leashed, collared, covered in cum, and yet admittedly giddy about what tonight was to bring.
She waited as He walked around the car and opened her door, a gentle tug on the leash beckoning her forth. Mercifully, He had pulled into the garage and thus ended the wind’s assault on her coat and its frighteningly short hem.
He stood before her, admiring her, appraising her, and sending shivers of anticipation rippling through her legs. Then He reached forth and began to unravel the scarf from around her neck. It never ceased to amaze her how His hands could be capable of such violence and tenderness just moments apart. After her scarf was carefully hung over the mirror on His car, he reached forth and pulled her jacket off her shoulders. Then He bent and tapped her right calf. Dutifully she lifted her foot and He slid off the shoe before repeating the ritual with her other leg.
Emma was naked save for her collar and leash. He stood again, taking a firm grip on the collar before sinking to the floor and dragging her along. She balanced on her hands and knees as His hands slid along her stomach, guiding her down so that her head was just inches off the floor.
“When you’re still, I want your face down as low as you can bear it with your ass high in the air. Do not ever try to cover yourself or turn away from me.”
A tremor rippled through her at His command and she whimpered, “Yes sir.”
“You crawl behind me, always behind, with your back as straight as you can. Until I say otherwise, you do not speak. Disobey or let your posture get sloppy and you’ll learn there’s a lot more I can take away other than just your voice. Do you understand?”
Her traitorous voice betrayed the intense desire building within her, cracking as she replied, “Yes sir.”
With that, He turned and headed into the house. It was a struggle to keep up, but His pace did not yield and the leash left no room for her to dawdle. The entry stairs were the worst, for a moment she was afraid that she was going to fall and take Him out leading to an unimaginably horrible punishment, but she was able to catch herself and recover, grateful for the pause in the living room as He kicked off his shoes and slid out of his jacket.
A sharp crack brought Emma’s attention into focus as His belt landed across her exposed ass in a burst of pain.
“Head down, ass up.”
A flush of embarrassment as she realized that she had been sitting up on her heels. Emma dove toward the floor, pressing her cheek into the carpet and pushing her hips high up into the air. “I’m sorry sir.”
Again His belt came down, several quick strokes this time. “And no speaking.” She bit back the urge to apologize again and instead focused on keeping herself displayed for His pleasure. It was a precarious position, already she could feel the muscles in her arms beginning to protest and it was never pleasant to spend too long on her knees. But, for Him, she would do whatever it took.
“Stay.”
As His footsteps receded from the room she let a mix of emotions wash over her. Desire. Shame. Love. Pride. What was it about being laid bare before her Master that triggered such depth of emotion? She knew that she should revolt, that she shouldn’t let Him treat her like a pet but she also knew that being His pet felt like the rarest and most special treat in all the world. Her heart fluttered and her pussy ached.
And then, He was back. She dare not move her head, so she simply listened to try and judge her surroundings. A clink and pop as a bottle of wine was placed on the countertop and then opened. The soft glugging as He poured a glass for Himself and then…well, there was definitely more pouring but it didn’t sound like a wine glass. There was something off but she couldn’t place it.
Then footsteps again, softened by that plush carpet that cushioned her cheek. His arm came into view, holding a small, ceramic dish that was about half-full with wine. Again, her whole body flushed with shame as the realization came that she was supposed to drink from it. His foot nudged it closer and His voice left no room for argument.
“Drink up, pet.”
She lowered her mouth over the bowl and daintily extended her tongue, lapping up just the tiniest sip of wine. It was sweet and aromatic, but also woefully small. His hand found the back of her head and applied gentle, encouraging pressure.
“There, there. Drink up my good little pet.”
His voice was soothing, His hand on the back of her neck calming, and before she knew it the tip of her nose was dipping into the wine and she was lapping at it eagerly. A few moments later His hand was gone, but she continued to drink with quick, little movements of her tongue drawing the wine into her mouth. A warm buzz began to combine with the heady subspace He was leading her into. From His vantage point her pussy must have been absolutely dripping.
But He made no mention, nor did He attempt to use her. Instead she heard Him plop into His chair and then the quiet ruffle of pages. Just as she was about to consider voicing her displeasure, His feet found their way to the small of her back. She was a footrest. A pet. Owned. Collared. Leashed. Drinking from a dish like a kitten. Drinking from a dish which He had gotten, specially for her, wearing the collar that He had picked out. Her head was swimming as she rested her cheek back against the cool carpet.
It was almost meditative, listening to the quiet sound of his breathing, the occasional rustle of paper or clink of wine glass, and feeling the gentle weight of His feet upon her back. Her eyelids felt heavy, her mind still floating in that deep place in her mind where doubt and fear and shame all cowed before her certainty in His dominion over her. Moments like these cemented her certainty that there was nothing she would not do to please her Sir, and nothing He would not do to care for her.
She was just starting to wonder what had led him to consider this sort of scene when she noticed that His feet were gone. Instantly her mind was alert, sharp, scanning for even the slightest hint of His presence. But there was nothing. A little bubble of fear began to rise in her stomach. Had she done something wrong? Was there a command she missed? Was she supposed to be somewhere else right now?
Then her eyes caught sight of the leash trailing away from her neck to rest on the edge of the couch and a wave of calm washed over her. No. If she was supposed to be somewhere, He would have led her. Pets don’t think. Good pets obey. Her old mantras came back to her, second nature after all these years, her mind dancing to adjust them to fit this newest scene.
He tugged at the leash insistently, drawing her attention up from the floor. Emma straightened up, her back growing taut as she followed along behind Him, feeling the way her hips swayed with every step. The twinges of humiliation she had felt were quickly being replaced with confidence, almost a swagger. She was His pet, and there was much pride to be had in being owned.
He guided her next to the bed then looped the handle of her leash over the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Instantly she sank her face to the floor, lifting her ass high in the air. From somewhere behind she heard a quiet, “Good girl,” and wiggled in appreciation.
Then He was back, kneeling behind her, His hands exploring her ass and hips. His touch was electric with intentionality. Even though they had spent countless nights together, it still felt as if He was seeing her for the first time the way He slowly, tenderly ran His hands along her skin. She shivered and wriggled, moaning softly as He expertly built layer after layer of pleasure within her. Then He took one finger and drew it along the length of her labia, instantly coating it in her eager pussy’s drippings.
He slid the finger into Emma’s mouth and she instantly began to worship it, eager to show Him how appreciative she was. She wrapped her tongue around His finger, tasting her own desire as He pressed further into her throat. Behind her, His other hand began to trace long, slow strokes up and down her needy pussy. She moaned into His hand and pressed back against the other.
His finger began to make longer and longer strokes, teasing her clit, her pussy, her ass, then back again. All the while she worshipped the digit in her mouth, desperate to impress Him and once more earn His cum. His hand left her pussy which only spurred on her desire to please him, sucking ferociously against the finger in her mouth.
But then, there was a new sensation between her thighs. Cool, and slick, and unmistakably lube. She braced herself as He began to swirl the head of a plug against her ass. She rocked her hips along with His hand, doing her best to relax, allowing her body to open against the pressure He was applying. Then, with a strange and yet altogether satisfying pop, she felt the plug slide into place. But again, something new made itself known.
There was a ticklish sensation against her pussy with each rock of her hips. Emma lost focus on sucking his finger, just for a moment, and only then realized what it was. A tail. A long, furry tail hung from the plug wedged into her ass. Before she could process any further, His hand was on her clit, His finger beating out a relentless rhythm. Her mind blanked, her body went taut, and she pushed her hips back into His hand, grinding her clit against Him for all she was worth.
Her body was racked with pleasure, her breath shallow and fast, as His thumb continued to swirl and tap against her clit.
“Cum for me pet.”
The command so short, so simple, how could she do anything but obey? She closed her eyes, burying her face into the carpet, and howled as He drew forth an orgasm. Her hips shivered and rocked, her whole body suddenly became sensitive to the slightest movement, and Emma pitched forward onto the floor with a small puddle of her own desire leaking down her thighs.
He knelt there, next to her, stroking her with long, soft touches that sent paroxysms of pleasure coursing through her veins. Some distant part of her knew that He was petting her, could hear His voice distantly whispering, “Good girl,” but none of that mattered now. Overwhelmed with pleasure and thoroughly satisfied, Emma drifted to sleep with her head in His lap.
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