The Perfect Pet [MF] [MDom]

*Consider this a desire looking to be fulfilled more than just a mere story…*

You didn’t think anyone would ever know. You buried this side so deep inside that no one knew the inner you. It was physically embarrassing to know what others would think if they knew how badly you wanted it – how often you thought of it. At times it just felt downright scandalous – after all, you were a fairly independent woman who was often assertive and powerful in many ways. You have proudly stood up for your friends when you they were unfairly discriminated against, but yet you can’t shake it. It’s in you.

Your first suspicion that I knew was when you came to my office about a project we were collaborating on. When I started listing off the steps of several different ideas you quickly pulled out a pen and started to write. It was instinctive and subtle but it was the first moment that betrayed the inner you. After I had finished I smiled and asked, “Did you make sure you got all of that down?” You smile in return with burning warmth radiating from your face. You don’t fall though, you were able to recover from your sudden, yet small, lapse of hiding the secret with some witty remark. But deep down as you left my office that day, you knew I knew.

I didn’t know but I sensed something different about you in that moment, and it was the reason why I made the joke. Your independence was something that always struck me as appealing. I liked how you interacted with others. You made people feel comfortable, you were assertive, and you never let a moment dull long enough to become boring. Yet there was something in the way that you instinctively started writing what I wrote down that instantly made a power dynamic between us click into place that neither of us could forget. I couldn’t forget. To catch a glimpse of that other person inside of you swelled me with an intense interest in you that was even more than before.

One night I come to you after most of our coworkers had left. The project we were working on was coming to a deadline and both of us found ourselves staying late, typical for when deadlines approach. I step into your office and ask you how your side of the project is coming along. As usual, you were exactly where you needed to be in the project. This had a strangely stimulating effect of its own all by itself because for as long as we worked together that defined your work – precise, on time, well executed. I found myself lingering on the appreciation of the quality you put into everything you did. And suddenly I found myself thinking again about the other day and how you had captured my attention since. All of these thoughts were drawn out and played over in slow motion in my head in just a few seconds times. I smile at you.

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Nothing too much, there’s not much time for anything by the time I get home with this deadline coming up. I’ve got to make dinner and maybe I’ll get a load of laundry done if I’m lucky,” you say with natural exasperation. The deadlines always made things tight around the office, especially for a high quality worker as yourself.

“I want to take you out to dinner,” I say.

“It’s against company policy,” you remind me. This isn’t the first time you’ve had a guy from the office ask you out and you weren’t about to risk your job to go out with just some guy.

“I know,” I reply slowly, “But I still want to take you out to dinner.”

Suddenly, it all came racing back. That feeling you had in the office that made you start dictating my notes was precisely the same feeling you had now only it was much much stronger than before. To your professional horror, you realize I wasn’t asking. And even more shocking was the fact that you liked it better that way. From the moment he repeated himself a deep cry from inside came welling up from within to accept my direction. It was so powerful that all of your professionalism nearly evaporated on the spot, especially as you looked into my eyes from across the room. My face was calm and collected, patiently awaiting your response. But there was no choice. There was only one response that you could give and the only choice you had was when you were going to give it – and even that choice was rapidl fading.

“Okay,” you respond slowly, hoping the ambiguity would mask the tacit agreement that it was.

“When are you leaving?”

“I don’t know… 15 minutes?”

“I’ll be waiting in my car out front at the corner for you,” I say and before you have time to respond I’m gone.

In the car we found ourselves talking about a wide variety of things that spanned far beyond work, and we were enjoying ourselves too. We made each other smile and laugh and the ride lasted a while to satisfy your neurotic fear that someone from the office would see us and blow us in to one of our bosses. Even with reminders that the policy wasn’t that strict you insisted and I decided to take us to a small, unknown restaurant at the edge of the city.

As we stepped inside, to your relief, nobody was there from the office. As the waitress shows us our booth you sit on the opposite side from me and begin to reach for the menu.

“Wait,” I say causing you to freeze in mid-reach. Something we both silently notice. You look up into my eyes. “Come sit next to me,” I finish. Your eyes widen.

“What?” you ask stunned, mouth hanging open.

“You heard me the first time,” I say refusing to repeat myself, “There’s nobody here that knows who you are. Now go on.” To your amazement and my satisfaction you slowly drop your arm, do one quick glance around the room, scoot to the edge of the booth, stand up, slide into my side of the booth, and press the side of your body against mine just slightly, a physical tension subtly building between us as we brush against each other. No more words pass between us as I open the menu and you look upon mine.

Yet, as you decide on what to eat your mind suddenly reels with what I just did. Nobody has ever told you where you were going to sit and here, just like nothing, I did and you obediently followed my directions. You realize so much more was spoken from that interaction alone than the few words that either of us uttered. This side of you was supposed to be secret, nobody was ever supposed to see this side, and here I am, not only seeing it like a blinking billboard, but drawing it out of you in public. As you lean in to look at the dinner choices you inhale my scent and we continue to brush up against each other. A feeling of deep-seated pleasure swells inside of you slowly beginning to unchain itself, fogging your mind.

“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” the waitress says when she returns, “what can I get you?” You pass giving your order first as you look at the menu for the first time. I order my meal and by the time I’m done you have one already picked out, as if you had time to see more than 2 options. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up this charade. I clearly was already willing to recognize and acknowledge something that you were not.

On the surface everything seemed great, there was always enough conversation between us both, but the night was wearing on and we had a project deadline to meet tomorrow. I drive you back to your car and before you get out I grab you by the arm, stopping you. You turn your head slowly toward me, eyes lowered, not knowing what to expect next.

“You know I know, right?” I ask slowly, quietly.

You slowly acknowledge with a head shake, eyes still lowered. Your insides were burning with emotions knowing precisely what he is talking about. How I knew, why you let me see it, anxiety and hope… all these thoughts kept your lips from responding. Suddenly, I order you to look at me. Your eyes suddenly shoot up into mine, the intensity more real than ever.

“I like it,” I say, “And tomorrow I’m going to show you how much. After work, come to my place.” Your eyes shoot back down, your body instinctively responding to the thought of what that could mean. You regain your composure and look into my eyes and smile. I had loosened my hand and you pull away, stepping out of the car and into the night. You have a lot to think about….

Different people were able to go home when their part of the project was complete. That meant I was able to leave hours before you. Your day was long and it was busy but in the moments you were alone the thoughts from last night would drive you crazy. Despite how long we’ve worked together you never noticed this side about me and you know up until the incident in my office that I hadn’t known about you either. As I gave a presentation earlier in the day you watched my mild-mannered composure, my ability to persuade, the respectful projection of my voice. All of these, at moments, you got a glimpse at another side and tonight you had the choice to truly see it in all of its glory.

A choice though? It wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t a choice from the moment I was dictating notes to you, to coming out to dinner with me, to you sitting next to me. And it wasn’t a choice to come to my house tonight. I hadn’t asked in any of these situations, you realized. I told you, each time, with more firmness. First, without words, the dictation of notes. Second, indirectly telling you to go out with me. Third, directly being told to sit with me. And fourth, the most electrifying of them all, was when I physically held you back and directly told you what to do. That is what took the words out of your mouth the night before. If there was any escape from my dominant aura it was in that moment because by responding as you did you unspokenly agreed to give yourself to me.

And now you are walking up to my front door knowing this fact. Knowing that once you walk through that front door you won’t need to know what else to do because I will already have it planned out. The thing you’ve hid inside of you for so long up until this point is that nothing turns you on more than being completely and totally submissive. It’s the fantasy you cum hardest to. It’s the taboo that you have tried so long to keep from your mind because you knew how others just wouldn’t understand. How you craved direction – no – ownership. You craved to be owned. Did I know this? Is this what I meant when I said what I did the night before? You knock.

I open the door. You wore a blue low-cut silk top with no sleeves and a black skirt. As I look you up and down you notice my simple v-neck t-shirt with blue jeans. I walk you into my kitchen where a bottle of wine sits.

“Congratulations,” I said, “the project is over,”

You smile and go on to explain everything that happened since I left. As you’re in the middle of telling me about your day you look up and see me smiling peculiarly at you.

“What?” you stop and ask taking a drink.

“I like how you report every little detail to me,” I reply through my smile. You start to protest and realize that was what you were doing. Something about me made you switch into this other side, a side you hadn’t ever fully acknowledged, let alone fully explored.

“No one… no one knows that I’m like this,” you stammer out but then look me directly in the eyes desiring to see what sort of reaction it would cause. Disappointed? Shocked? Instead, I keep my smile.

“I know you’re like this now,” I respond, “And no one else needs to know you’re like this.” Hope swelled in you. You take another drink. It felt like we’ve been having this conversation for days between each other without words. I pick up my wine and walk into the living room which is dark, the light of the kitchen shining into it.

“Come here,” I say as you sip on your drink in the kitchen. You get up and slowly walk to the entry-way of the living room. I suddenly stop you, right where the light from the kitchen pours across your body engulfing it in shadow and light.

“Stand up straight for me,” I say. You do. Your breasts poke out a little more in front of you and your ass pokes out a little from behind you. I tell you to spin as I assess your body. However, I tell you to turn you do it with complete obedience.

“Now…” I say slowly, more deviously, “crawl to me.” You stand there and look at me for a moment and laugh. You enjoyed being submissive but you were a self-made woman and you never crawled to nobody, and you weren’t about to start now.

“No,” you say simply after you realize I am not going to change my mind.

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me,” I repeat slowly.

“No, I’m not going to,” you say. This is, after all, about your dignity and self respect. You weren’t going to crawl to me for nothing. This is the first time you’ve even been to my house.

I stand up and walk to you stopping directly in front of you, drink in my hand, and look you straight in the eyes. But it was too late, you had closed out that hidden side of you again and you had no fear. That wasn’t who you are, and you don’t have to do this. Then I speak two words very slowly in a low growl, “Down. Now.”

You stare back at me with confidence just like you would anyone else at the office. Then, suddenly, I splash my red wine directly into your face as it pours down your chest and into your blue top you gasp unsure of how to respond. But before you have a chance to think you feel my fist grab your hair at its roots and push you to your knees. Then, without warning, I jerk your head forward with your new leash and walk you over to where I was sitting while you trip over yourself crawling for your first time.

When we reach the location I say, “I am training you to be my pet, but I don’t have time for your coy bullshit. If you can’t handle what I just did then get up and walk out there door. But if you want to explore the other side of these feelings that you can’t ignore then you will walk into the kitchen right now, get a rag, and clean that mess you made on my carpet for being disobedient.

For a moment you stand there on all fours, wine dripping from your face, your top ruined. You are so angry that you can hardly control it. You crawl back onto your knees and get back up on your feet. You have every intention of walking out that front door and never looking back but your body suddenly begins walking in the opposite direction, back towards the kitchen. Like an out-of-body experience you watch yourself get the rag and the soap and walk back into the living room, turning on the light, and looking for the stains left by the wine.

Your eyes remain lowered thankful you have something to focus on other than what just happened. Feelings of shame, fear, joy, excitement, anger, and confusion overwhelmed you in competing intensities and amounts. As you scrub you don’t even notice me coming up behind you sense me standing over you, behind you, watching you clean. For a moment you pause but you continue to do what you were told and suddenly you feel my hand against your skirt pressing against your ass which poked up into the air.

My hand slid from your ass, down to your thigh where the skirt no longer protected, then my hand slid back up the thigh, this time on the inside of the skirt, bringing it up with my arm. I grab the inside of your thigh as you scrub feeling the intense warmth that has been growing there for some time. I slide your skirt up over your ass to reveal matching blue and black lacy panties. As my hand rubs your ass and thighs a pair of fingers rubs along the material separating me from your longing and moist pussy. When they set there I feel you instinctively push back.

Suddenly, there is a strong sting against your ass. Then another. You begin to whimper as I spank you chastising you for pushing back against me. I told you how you needed to clean the floor to earn the privilege to start pushing against my fingers for your pleasure. I continue to spank as I ask to see if you understand me. You squeal out yes, but I keep spanking asking if you’re sure.

“Yes!” you cry out, and suddenly the spankings stop leaving your ass radiating heat. My hand continues to explore your thighs and ass as if I was committing their shapes to memory through my hand alone. Shame, embarrassment, and excitement blended together heightening your arousal to new levels. You hear my belt buckle undo, a zip slowly come down. You wait patiently for what’s next as you clean to final spot.

Then without warning you are grabbed by your hair, this time lifted into the air instead of pushed to the ground, but only lifted to your knees. Directly in front of you is a rock solid, nine-inch, very thick cock. Fear returned sharply before quickly washed over with lust as your mouth is forced upon it.

At first you get to explore it with your tongue, having only seen in for a moment you were getting a better understanding of its girth just from how much it filled your mouth alone. You pull it from your mouth taking a breath and running your lips along the shaft, tonguing it in the places too deep for your mouth to reach. You eagerly overtake my entire cock with your mouth and shocked by your passion I loosen my grip on your hair, letting you worship my thick, hard member. You pull at my pants, wanting them to come down further so you can put my balls in your mouth. I oblige and a moan of pleasure escapes your lips as they drop from inside my pants bouncing against your face. You swallow them taking them all in your mouth and looking me back up in the eyes. You push the head back into your mouth and take it all the way to the entrance of your throat, still about halfway short from taking the shaft whole.

Then suddenly the grip tightens again on your hair and my cock pushes into your throat as your head is forced deeper around my cock. I start fucking your throat with tight powerful thrusts making room for myself in you. After a few moments of this I lift your head from my cock to hear you gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting the head of my cock to your lips, before pushing you back down.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty face because it’s all mine,” I say as I buck my hips into your throat, “And I’m not going to stop until you reach that little slut tongue of yours out of your mouth and lick my balls with them.” The words registered into your ears but there was no way to respond, your lips reaching three-quarters of the way down the length of my cock. In your mind there was no way that you could ever fulfill what I demanded but yet there was nothing you could do but try. As you gasped for another breath you were quickly buried back around my cock. You reach your tongue out still inches away from my balls. I push so deep you begin to gag, I pull you up for breath.

“You need a lesson on how to suck cock,” I announce and order you to take off my jeans completely, followed by my boxers. Then I pull you to the floor by your hair and lay you on your back, while I kneel without pants right by your head.

“You see these?” I say as I spread my legs placing your head between my knees forcing you to look up at my balls dangling over your face, “These are the balls you were instructed to lick, and you didn’t.” I state matter of factly then quickly pulling your top down exposing your tits. I begin to slap first the right one and then the left. “You will learn to follow orders,” I say.

“But it’s too big!” You blurt out as I had just started back on your right breast. Suddenly, I stop. You know this can’t be good. I pull my one leg to the side so I can look you in the face.

“Are you questioning my orders?” I ask taking the tip of your nipple between my two fingers and twisting. You begin to squirm.

“I just… I just don’t think I can do it is all,” you say and suddenly your head is locked between my knees again and you find my balls are getting pushed into your mouth silencing any further thought.

“You are going to tongue these balls and there is no questioning that. And just to make sure you understand…” I say reaching over your stomach I pull your skirt up well beyond the waist. Immediately, you were overwhelmed by shocks of pleasure and pain. I was spanking your pussy just like I had your ass and tits, my balls silencing your cries and moans.

“Now let’s try this again,” I say dragging you back up to your kneeling position. You open your throat and I easily push myself down most of the way only forcing the last couple inches. With every fiber in your being I see your tongue reach from its stuffed mouth to tongue my balls. I pull out and you fall to your hands gasping for air. The intensity of how I’m treating you and reaching these impossible goals fills you with a thrill.

Then, you feel me behind you, kneeling, sliding your panties over to one side. You feel the tip of my cock just miss the entrance to your quivering wet hole sliding just below along the fold of your slit. I stop the head of my cock at the head of your clit and rub them together enjoying how you squirm fighting to hold yourself up on all fours. Then I slide back, place to head of my cock at the entrance of your cunt, and I slide slowly inside.

“Mmmm, my good little fucktoy,” I moan as I slip deeper inside of you.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6k9rg1/the_perfect_pet_mf_mdom