Waiting Pet, part 1 [Mf] [fsub]

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…

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To be continued.

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