Training of Shauna the Pet
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How did she end up here, on all fours, in her good black dress, collared, leashed and plugged, at his feet, his new crop swatting her stinging ass? Was it curiosity? Lust? Her desire for submission? All three? It confused and excited her.
For weeks he’d been saying to her I’m going to own you, make you my pet…collar you and make you crawl around on a leash…give you treats and make you beg for more but she just laughed it off. She’d never do that for him, she thought. So it started, as most things do, as a game, a challenge: Just put it on, see how it feels, he said. And when she first put the collar on she felt…different, very different. He must have seen the change in her eyes, her body language. In silence he attached the chain, and pulled her gently to him, stroking her hair, calling her his little pet. She like the way he cooed to her, the way she fit in his lap, the way he was kissing her breathless, his hands roaming all over….
Down, pet! He shoved her off his lap and she slid with a bump to the floor. She was about to get up and yell at him in anger but caught his eye, his look of disapproval. His slight pull on the chain made her stay down on the floor, silent. His eyes twinkled. You’re my good girl, right? and she nodded, seething, but, strangely, her pussy was tingling. Then come get your treats in the kitchen, he said mildly. She didn’t budge, glaring, and he didn’t pull the chain. He just watched her. “What kind of treat?” she asked, cheekily. He laughed and said, M&Ms. He knew they were her favorites. She glared at him, but decided to keep playing along, crawling towards the kitchen.
She felt his gaze lingering on her ass in as she crawled in front of him, knowing he could see the plug he made her put in, and she was ashamed and very aroused at the same time. She stopped at the entryway, waiting for him to make the next move. He held the candy in his palm and said, Here you go, girl. She lifted her hand to take it but he shook his head. After a moment she nuzzled his hand with her mouth and ate the candies. He patted her head. If you want more, he said, eyes dancing, follow me. He walked to the bedroom, leaving a trail of candy in his wake, then stood in the doorway, watching her. Slowly, she picked up the closest M&Ms and ate them delicately, carefully, never taking her eyes off his. He was frowning slightly, but his cock was very hard.
And that was the treat she really wanted, so she crawled the rest of the way down the hall towards him. When she reached him, and placed her cheek next to his pants leg. Sweet girl, he said softly, and caressed her hair and back, lifting her dress, feeling her bare ass. But you weren’t supposed to use your hand. She felt the leash tighten at the same time she heard the crop. Swat swat swat swat swat. He hit her fast and hard, leaving her breathless and her ass well marked. Now you’ll remember, right? Yes, sir, she said uneasily. She wanted the game to end, but she didn’t. And she wanted him to fuck her. Hard. Before she could ask about next steps, she felt the leash tighten, pulling her closer. Stay on your knees, he ordered. He dropped the leash to unfasten his belt and trousers. Now show me your best trick, my sweet pet. He sat down on the bed, and with the leash pulled her hard to him, shoving her face into his crotch. But she didn’t resist at all, and gratefully took him deep inside her mouth, moaning a bit as she felt him pull her wrists behind her back and loop the leash around them. That made her even wetter, and she increased her attentions to his cock, channeling all her burning need and shame to her lips, her tongue. His groans, his hands in her hair, the way his hips were moving, the way his cock was thrusting harder and deeper down her throat told her he was close. And she was too, clenching her thighs together as he facefucked her, reveling in her submission, in being his good little pet….
For weeks he’d been saying to her I’m going to own you, make you my pet…collar you and make you crawl around on a leash…give you treats and make you beg for more but she just laughed it off. She’d never do that for him, she thought. So it started, as most things do, as a game, a challenge: Just put it on, see how it feels, he said. And when she first put the collar on she felt…different, very different. He must have seen the change in her eyes, her body language. In silence he attached the chain, and pulled her gently to him, stroking her hair, calling her his little pet. She like the way he cooed to her, the way she fit in his lap, the way he was kissing her breathless, his hands roaming all over….
Down, pet! He shoved her off his lap and she slid with a bump to the floor. She was about to get up and yell at him in anger but caught his eye, his look of disapproval. His slight pull on the chain made her stay down on the floor, silent. His eyes twinkled. You’re my good girl, right? and she nodded, seething, but, strangely, her pussy was tingling. Then come get your treats in the kitchen, he said mildly. She didn’t budge, glaring, and he didn’t pull the chain. He just watched her. “What kind of treat?” she asked, cheekily. He laughed and said, M&Ms. He knew they were her favorites. She glared at him, but decided to keep playing along, crawling towards the kitchen.
She felt his gaze lingering on her ass in as she crawled in front of him, knowing he could see the plug he made her put in, and she was ashamed and very aroused at the same time. She stopped at the entryway, waiting for him to make the next move. He held the candy in his palm and said, Here you go, girl. She lifted her hand to take it but he shook his head. After a moment she nuzzled his hand with her mouth and ate the candies. He patted her head. If you want more, he said, eyes dancing, follow me. He walked to the bedroom, leaving a trail of candy in his wake, then stood in the doorway, watching her. Slowly, she picked up the closest M&Ms and ate them delicately, carefully, never taking her eyes off his. He was frowning slightly, but his cock was very hard.
And that was the treat she really wanted, so she crawled the rest of the way down the hall towards him. When she reached him, and placed her cheek next to his pants leg. Sweet girl, he said softly, and caressed her hair and back, lifting her dress, feeling her bare ass. But you weren’t supposed to use your hand. She felt the leash tighten at the same time she heard the crop. Swat swat swat swat swat. He hit her fast and hard, leaving her breathless and her ass well marked. Now you’ll remember, right? Yes, sir, she said uneasily. She wanted the game to end, but she didn’t. And she wanted him to fuck her. Hard. Before she could ask about next steps, she felt the leash tighten, pulling her closer. Stay on your knees, he ordered. He dropped the leash to unfasten his belt and trousers. Now show me your best trick, my sweet pet. He sat down on the bed, and with the leash pulled her hard to him, shoving her face into his crotch. But she didn’t resist at all, and gratefully took him deep inside her mouth, moaning a bit as she felt him pull her wrists behind her back and loop the leash around them. That made her even wetter, and she increased her attentions to his cock, channeling all her burning need and shame to her lips, her tongue. His groans, his hands in her hair, the way his hips were moving, the way his cock was thrusting harder and deeper down her throat told her he was close. And she was too, clenching her thighs together as he facefucked her, reveling in her submission, in being his good little pet….
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