*All characters are consenting adults (18+) and not related in any way. On the same note, this is intended for adults (18+) and hopefully, we’re not related.*
It’s almost ceremonial, Pavlovian. Being collared, hearing the cheery jingle of the leash, the deeper tones of hardware on the collar itself. The feeling of a collar is blissful. Not so tight that I can’t bend my neck, but still tight enough to let me know that I’m no longer in control. The first touch to my neck sends messages to my brain and I change. My body straightens and I am now your pet. I am now your toy.
I am now soaked.
I close my eyes and moan softly as I hear you clasp it shut and the tinkle of the leash as you clip it on, then its cool length as you drop it to hang down my back.
“Kneel.” You say, your hand brushing my shoulder as you walk around me. It wasn’t said loudly, but it was a command and I slowly drop to one knee, and then the other, my calves perpendicular to my thighs and ankles parallel to each other. I am very proud of the elegant way I get into position, the way you taught me, with a straight back. You stand in front of me and pull my head to your groin and I nuzzle and kiss your arousal through your pants. My hands want to open your fly and yank them down to suck your manhood into my mouth and taste you, but you have me trained so well. I merely rub against you and imagine how you will taste today as I swallow you. I may not even get to taste it, only feel it as you empty yourself into my throat, your thick flesh pulsing inside, each spasm producing another jet of semen that slides warmly into my belly.
You grind softly against my face instead and I run my chin down the long hard line of your dick. As I stroke up, I notice a small wet spot bloom where your head is and my mouth waters to lick it, to take in some of your flavor, but I mind my manners. You bend over me to pull the chain from behind me to put the handle in your palm. You telegraph your movements and the lead never goes taut as you gently guide me to stand in a fluid motion as you like it. I stand behind you, your right hand holding my leash up. MY leash. I am possessive of it, it is part of me now, an extension of your will, my submission to you.
You walk me. Around the couch, right in front of a window that, if anyone cared to, someone could look right in and watch you parade me in stockings and garters on a leash.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
We take a lap into the kitchen where you have laid out my bowl and command me to kneel again, the floor is cold and hard on my knees. You drop my leash as I do what you say, thrilling at the tone in your voice. You know I will do as you say once I have my collar on, and I think it excites you almost as much as it does me.
“Take a drink, I know you’re thirsty.” I love this part. I lean forward until my face is over the bowl and my arms hold up my weight as I dip down to take a lick. I sensed you tensing before I felt your hand firmly spank my ass. You bend over and tell me quietly in a tone that makes me shiver “you look too dignified, pet. Down further and spread your legs for me.” Your hand presses down at the top of my back and I press my chest to the floor, straining my neck to get another drink. You walk behind me and push one knee out and then kneel behind me. I’m imagining you pulling out your dick and teasing my clit with it, sliding back and forth until I cry out in pleasure. You must have said something, but I had been day dreaming. I realize that I had been given an order too late and this time, it wasn’t my ass, but my labia that receive the punishment. The sound of it echoes against the tile. My channel floods and my lips tingle as I exhale harshly and I hear you groan. “Oh, you dirty girl. Did you like that spank?”
“Yessir” I say as I lower my head to my bowl again. Your hands are on me, one sliding up my leg into the folds of my pussy, running a finger between them and spreading my wetness to my stinging lips. You pull your hand away for a second, then a loud crack as another smack is administered. I yell out this time, my own juices making the sting almost an ache.
“Since my pet likes it so much, it should be a reward.” Another slap, this one echoing not off of the floor, but inside of me, my legs quivering, my ass in the air, clit stinging with delight. Another follows, then another, this one ending with you holding me with your palm pressed coolly against my feverish skin.
“Keep drinking” you say as you play with your toy, teasing your ring finger at my entrance and sliding inside. I drink as you begin to draw your digit out and slowly slip in your middle finger, then out and you work both in together. I pause and let sensation fill me as you fuck me with your talented hands, fingers loosening and preparing me to take your full length to your sack, tight with anticipation. At first you are gentle, but you pick up pace quickly, sawing in and out of me faster and harder, making my body shift forward in time with each thrust of your hand.
“Do you want to see what I’ve got for you?” I nod and make an affirmative sound, and you stand and pull me up by the collar. It turns me on when you lose control. You never yank, but you know how to show me you expect a good girl to do exactly what Daddy says. You pull me in for a kiss, your tongue demanding I open to you. I run my hand down your chest, but you stop me with a hand around my wrist before I can grasp your dick.
“It’s not that” you whisper into my ear as you walk me backwards to the counter and lift me onto it. You wedge your hips between my thighs, forcing them open and pulling me forward to the very edge of the counter. I watch as you crouch down and your breath is hot against my sensitive flesh, your fingers are back inside of me and your other hand is rolling each nipple softly and pinching them to rosy peaks. I am swamped with sensations, I lift my legs and set my heels on the counter to give you better access and the growl that issues from your chest when you look up vibrates through me in a swelling wave.
My eyes slide shut, focusing on your mouth against my throat, the bulge straining your fly against me, my body bare to exquisitely prove your clothed domination, all pushing me closer to an edge that is much higher than this counter. Will you let me cum? Will you force me to wait? Will you bring me maddeningly close over and over until I am wild with the need to have you fill me?
“You’ve been such a good slut today; your pussy is so ready and tight for my pleasure. Would you like to be fucked like an animal, the way a good pet does?”
“Yes Daddy” I whisper.
You wrap my legs around your waist and transfer me with my back to the cold tile of the floor. Your mouth is on me as I hear you rip open a condom and the hushed rustle of you disrobing, all the while reveling in my most sacred place. You push yourself up with your arms and I feel you pressing against my cunt, and then easing inside, you groaning as I pant as you take up all of my space. When you have seated yourself all the way in, you begin to back out and deliver shallow thrusts that brush your rigid head against my g spot. You lift my legs to sit on your shoulders and you plow into me, steadily, paced with my breathing. As the orgasm builds, I make the tiny noises you love, spurring you to work harder, flexing your hips and pressing the spot more firmly.
I can feel it start, like a far away siren, quiet and distant but recognizable. But as it approaches, the blood in my head begins to pound and I feel myself coiling up and try desperately to loosen my tensing muscles, wanting this to last as long as it can. But you are determined to make me lose what control I have.
“That’s my good girl. Make Daddy happy, give my prick a tight hug. I want you to cum for me.”
You split my legs and pull me up to straddle you and I ride your cock like a selfish lover, only concerned about taking what I want, but by your heavy breathing, I think you are enjoying yourself. Your hand is wrapped in my leash, my fingernails buried in your shoulders as I lean back and use you for my personal pleasure and then it happens. Bliss. The muscles wrapped around your shaft constrict and squeeze you, catching your plump head so the only way to go is deeper, filling me to ecstasy, tightening my hold on you until you are climaxing with me, inside of me.
Take me there. Lead me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kfao3p/lead_me_fingering_pet_play_intercourse
Very good …