Always Master's Slave Pet

Chapter One: The Beach House

A constant gentle breeze flowed through an open window blowing the billowing white lace curtains as the salt air from the neighboring turquoise ocean filled my nose. I stared up at the eggshell coloured plaster ceiling above me, taking in every painstaking detail. My eyes traced the tiny hairline cracks in the paint and the tiny divots where the paint flaked away over time. I ran my delicate fingers along the smooth ivory satin sheets of the bed I laid upon and the heavy glimmering steel chains attached to the thick metal cuffs that adorned my slender wrists jingled lightly with each movement.

"Look who's awake," I heard a male voice echo through the spacious bedroom.

"Hey you," I said with a sleepy smile as my eyes strained to focus on the tall muscular figure that stood at the foot of the bed.

"Hey you, Master," he corrected me with a roguish grin. "We have rules around here young lady."

I bit my plump crimson lower lip in a coy manner and replied in a lighthearted tone "yes Master, I do like having rules."

"I know you do," he said as he took a step toward me, reached out and gently stroked my long black hair. "That's why we have them."

"Of course it's not enough to simply have rules Master, they have to be enforced. Sometimes a girl needs to be punished to make sure she stays in line."

"I thought you didn't like pain," he said as his fingers danced down my lazy naked form, gently brushing against the sensitive pink nipples that were becoming erect on the tips of my firm breasts.

"I don't; well not for the sake of pain. For the sake of training or correction it's necessary sometimes. I thought you would have known that Master."

"Not to worry little one, I do now." I nodded and started to sit up. "Not so fast," he said pushing me back down to the bed. "There's something you need to do before I allow you to get up." He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine before sliding his tongue out until it came in contact with my own. Our soft pink tongues intertwined in a moist dance as he explored every inch of my wet mouth. I felt his tongue slide over my gums, my teeth and even the insides of my cheeks in ways I never imagined was possible. I tasted his saliva in my mouth as his tongue coated itself in mine.

"What's that Master," I moaned softly as our tongues continued to flicker against each other in our deep, passionate kiss.

He pulled back and smiled revealing a perfect set of straight white teeth. "I believe you owe me another orgasm my little pet."

"You want for me to make you cum again?" I asked playfully knowing full well he meant that I was to be the recipient of the orgasm in question. He pressed his finger to my full ruby lips and began kissing my neck, licking at it gently just above where the shiny metal collar was secured snugly with a heavy padlock at the back. His fingers traced my collar as his hot breath moved to my ear where he sucked my lobe into his mouth before running his tongue around the ridges of my ear, darting it inside in a manner that made me squirm and moan with delight.

He moved down to my chest, kissing my small hills of flesh and licking at my hard aching nipples until they throbbed with pleasure. I wanted so badly for him to take them into his mouth and suck on them and before the thought had finished forming in my brain; my nipples had found their way past his lips where he sucked and licked with vigor.

His fingers navigated between my slender smooth thighs to the hairless folds of my delicate pink nether lips. He gingerly pushed his index finger past the fleshy pink guardians of my vagina to gather my slick juices before sliding the digit up to where my swollen clit was already desperately peeking past its protective hood. He began to circle my engorged bundle of nerves, sending shivers down my shoulder blades and causing my toned legs to quiver uncontrollably. Moans of pleasure escaped my lips and I urgently craved the feeling of his pulsing hard organ inside me.

He slid his muscular body on top of my petite frame and I sensed him rubbing the head of his throbbing member against my slippery labia before slowly moving it forward to enter me. I felt the pressure of his large cock pushing inside me until he was deep in my body and we had become one connected organism.

My slender hips rose and fell in perfect rhythm to his own as he thrust in and out of me. Filling this diminutive body that he owned; that existed for his use and pleasure. "Do you like that little pet?"

"Oh yes Master. I love having your cock inside me. Mount me like I'm your little bitch in heat Master," I exhaled as his lips once again pressed to my own.

"You're such a good little bitch aren't you?" He breathed into my mouth as his hard penis continued to fill my aching hole. "You love being your Master's fuck doll don't you?"

"Yes Master, I live to be your fuck doll," I breathlessly whispered as our mouths moved in unison with every word spoken. "I'm grateful to be your owned cunt whore Master."

"You're my cunt, I own every inch of you. You belong to me," he growled as his lips moved back to my ear where my lobe waited to be sucked again. I felt my lithe body begin to tense and my breathing increased noticeably as beads of sweat dripped from my forehead. "You know the rule about getting to cum my little fuck toy," he said sensing my pending orgasm.

"Of course Master. May your inferior little fuck whore in heat have permission to cum? Please Master? Please let this bitch toy cum Master."

"I don't know," he teased with a grin, enjoying my struggles to keep from going over the edge without his permission. "Do you think you deserve to cum?"

"Yes, I do Master. I'm your faithful animal Master. I'm your obedient devoted slave. I'll do anything for you Master, but please please let your collared bitch cum. Please Master?"

"Well. I suppose I can give you permission to orgasm. Go ahead my beautiful little cunt and cum for your Master."

As soon as the words left his mouth my muscles began to tremble and quiver in earnest. My eyes rolled back and I stopped breathing as the powerful orgasm gripped my small body and took full control over me. It seemed like I was going to be torn in half as the rapture flowed through me like the tide. When the climax began to subside my gasping turned into shallow panting breaths like a dog and I felt lightheaded. Master gave a final deep push inside me before grunting loudly and spraying my insides with his sticky batter, filling my womb. He collapsed on top of me, our hot sweat coated bodies pressing together as one while he gently brushed my silken hair in long loving strokes.

"You were amazing, my little kitten. I adore owning you."

"Thank you Master. I'm just glad you find me pleasing. I want to be devoted and obedient to you. I want to earn your praise Master," I said as I scrunched my nose slightly.

"What's wrong my pet?"

"This is going to sound a little, stupid, but you're a little hairy. I mean I tend to enjoy a smoother body, especially one with no pubic hair. You've got kind of a jungle theme going on down there and honestly, giving blowjobs is so much better for me when I'm not fighting through the underbrush if you know what I mean."

"I had no idea you felt this way," he replied as his hand softly brushed the smooth skin of my cheek.

"Why would you? It's not something I really talk about."

"It's not a problem, consider it taken care of."

"Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that."

"As a slave I shouldn't have nearly this much power over my owner."

"True, but in any relationship it's about making each other happy isn't it? The gift of your submission makes me incredibly happy. As a dominant, shouldn't I make you happy as well? "

I smiled as I gently stroked his back with my fingertips. "You always know the perfect thing to say to me, Master."

He lifted himself off me and slid to the edge of the bed. "On that note, how about we get up and get something to eat; perhaps a walk into town?"

I sat up and moved off the large silken bed, watching my Master admire my flawless naked body as I stood up. "You wouldn't happen to have a newspaper would you?"

"You know better than that my little animal; we wouldn't want to bring all that negativity here now would we?"

"I suppose not," I replied, nodding my head. "But what about books, do you have any of those?"

"Of course, the library room is just down the hall. Why don't you go take a look while I throw on some clothes?"

I slowly sauntered down the hall making an effort to sway my naked hips for the entertainment of my Master as his sticky white cum seeped from the needy orifice between my smooth legs. "Your house is beautiful," I commented as I admired the crown moldings on the ceiling.

"Our house is beautiful," he corrected.

I blushed and felt tingles in my tummy. "Sorry Master, our house."

I entered a surprisingly large room filled with dark wood bookshelves from floor to ceiling. The chains connecting my heavy steel wrist cuffs clattered noisily as my delicate fingers brushed the spines of volumes ranging from classics and light beach reading to erotica. I recognized the Beauty Trilogy by Anne Rice nestled comfortably next to Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. "I notice you don't have Fifty Shades of Gray. Good on you for that," I shouted down the hall.

"You weren't exactly shy about sharing your feelings on that particular subject," he said with a smile as he swiftly came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my bare body, giving my exposed left breast a firm squeeze as his thumb brushed over my sensitive pink nipple. I felt the buttons of his white short-sleeve shirt press against the tender skin of my back and the fabric of his black cotton slacks against my bare rear.

My fingers continued down the row until I found a series of books that caught my eye. I pulled one out and admired the raised golden lettering. "The Rubberdoll Puppet Show by Kristin Kailey." I pulled out a few more of the fetish stories that I had written, each with the title and my name embossed on the cover. I turned my head toward my Master in surprise and smiled brightly. "You have my stories here too?"

"All of them; you're a wonderful writer. You really express your desires and emotions well. It's one of the ways I was able to really get to know you at first. Now the question of the day, what do we dress our little Kristin in for our trip to town?"

I bit my lip demurely and kissed his scruffy chin. "Whatever Master desires," I responded with a smile.

"That is the correct answer," he grinned with a sparkle in his eyes. "I do love seeing you in skin tight shiny latex that hugs your curves and displays your perfect little body, but it may be a bit warm for that today. I know how much you love showing off and being seen, so perhaps you should just go as you are."

"You want me to go into town naked with your cum dripping out of me Master?"

"Not naked. You're wearing your collar and cuffs. Besides, I'll even put you on a leash if that helps."

I rolled my crystal blue eyes and nodded in agreement as he clipped a silver chain leash to the ring on my collar, gave it a firm tug and pulled me toward the front door.

Chapter Two: A Chance Meeting

The worn cobblestones of the narrow street felt warm against the soles of my small bare feet as I followed my Master. The ocean breeze blew my long black hair and the gentle tugs of the leash forced me to keep pace with my owner and reminded me of my status as his pet and property. The fact that I wasn't the only leashed pet in the vicinity did little to lessen the skin burning humiliation that coursed through my veins as I felt every eyeball gazing upon my exposed flesh. Nevertheless, it was an embarrassment that made the soft pink folds between my legs tingle with arousal and my Master knew it.

I watched a gorgeous Mistress guide a muscular slave boy on all fours by the leash attached to the rigid cock between his thighs and I noticed how his large constricted balls bulged in a lewd manner. My attention then turned to a pair of beautiful slave girls who could have passed for twins clad in skin tight black latex dutifully following the dominant couple who owned them as they entered a nearby bakery. Being naked and leashed did not make me stand out in this town, quite the contrary, being on my Master's leash made me fit right in. It was a feeling of camaraderie with my fellow slaves that I enjoyed as I saw them in the midst of their servitude and they saw me in mine. I could sense both them and their owners admiring my nude frame so I arched my back and thrust out my little tits, proud that my lithe body could be seen on the end of my Master's leash.

We crossed the street to where a large willow tree stood watch over a Starschmucks Coffee that overlooked the crystal blue sea as several dominants enjoyed a morning coffee at the outdoor tables while their devoted pets knelt beside them.

My Master stopped and turned to me. "I thought we'd get you that green tea with mint that you like so much."

"Thank you Master, but," my words trailed off as I felt hesitant to voice my concerns.

"What is it little pet? If something is wrong I need for you to share it with me," Master said as he gently stroked my raven hair with one hand while keeping the leash taut with the other.

"It's just that I don't really like big corporate coffee chains Master. I prefer small locally owned shops."

"I'm sorry I didn't know that. Not to worry my fuck toy, consider that issue resolved."

"Thank you Master," I said with a smile as I wrapped my arms around him, truly grateful to have such a caring and understanding owner.The loud clip clopping of hooves on the rough cobblestone surface of the road caught my attention and I quickly looked up to find a wooden cart being pulled by two captivating ponygirls one with long hair as dark as mine and the other with blonde hair that was as yellow as the sun in the summer sky. Both had long swaying tails that matched their hair color which were attached to unimaginably large anal plugs buried deep in their tight rectums.

My Master gave my bare rear a squeeze as he turned to me and said "That's right; you have a thing for ponygirls, don't you? They seem to pop up in your stories from time to time."

I nodded and bit my lip shyly as the cart approached us. The driver, a beautiful young blonde dominatrix whose flawless body was coated in a transparent skin tight latex catsuit and adorned with a tight red waist corset tugged hard on the reins in her right hand pulling the heads of the ponygirls back hard.

"Whoa Peppermint; whoa Obsidian," she called out to them as she cracked her whip in the air twice. The two striking female animals diminished their pace until the large wheels of the cart slowly creaked to a stop on the smooth black stones of the road near to where we were standing.

Master approached the cart and I heard the sound of his voice as he and the Domme exchanged greetings and pleasantries. My focus was torn between the stunning dominant atop the cart and the beauty of the slave animals that were so thoroughly controlled in every way imaginable. It felt like a sensory overload and the familiar tingles in my tummy and between my legs made it clear that the sight before me made me feel incredibly aroused.

"What a gorgeous little thing you have there," the Domme said to my Master as her eyes appraised my exposed body, taking in my perky tits, erect pink nipples and the glistening ruby lips of my pussy that were coated in Master's dried white cum. "She is simply exquisite. What a lucky owner you are to have her as your property and I see you've gotten some good use out of her today."

"I'm very lucky indeed. She's extremely obedient and eager and of course her tight little pussy is simply a delight."

"Your pet appears to be around twenty years old, is that right?" she asked.

"You have a good eye," Master responded.

"You can touch them if you want," I heard the domme say in my direction. My head spun back toward the Mistress whose eyes seemed to sparkle as she continued to evaluate my slender naked body. "I see how you're admiring my ponygirls. You're welcome to touch them; they'll enjoy your attention."

"That's very kind of you," I said, trying to contain my excitement.

"My name is Grace, though you're welcome to address me as Mistress if you prefer."

"You will address her as Mistress my little bitch in heat, understand?" My Master interjected lest there be any confusion about what protocols I was to follow.

"Yes Master," I said obediently before turning toward Grace. "Thank you Mistress, I never imagined that such beauty could exist."

"You are just as beautiful my dear," she said reassuringly. "In fact, you would make a wonderful little ponygirl yourself."

"That's very kind of you Mistress, but I think I'm a bit on the small side to pull a cart."

"Indeed you are little one, but that doesn't mean you can't be trained as a show pony," she responded in an encouraging tone. "If you're interested, I'm sure your Master and I can discuss it further."

My Master smiled in my direction and nodded. "I'd like that Mistress," I replied as my entire body tingled with excitement.

"The blonde is named Peppermint and the dark haired girl is Obsidian. You can ask them questions if you like. They're not allowed to speak of course but they can raise their hoof boots to give answers. One stomp means yes and two means no," Grace informed me.

Master let go of my leash and he and Grace continued their conversation as my bare feet stepped on to the road and I stood in front of the two bound girls. They were much taller than me which was not a difficult accomplishment given my petite stature. I stared up at them and admired the way the clear saliva dripped copiously from the bits in their mouths in long slender silver streams that stretched to their large breasts which were discolored and dark purple from being so tightly bound. Peppermint and Obsidian were gorgeous creatures with exquisite bodies. Their muscular thighs were covered in a glistening sheen of sweat and I noticed how their slick latex body harnesses dug into the sensitive flesh of their pussies, splitting them wide. I gasped audibly at the sight of them and felt the tingles growing inside me. I knew my arousal was increasing exponentially as I stared intently, taking in every detail.

The chains that were locked to my heavy steel wrist cuffs rattled loudly as I raised my small hands in front of me to touch the white latex harness that was tightly wrapped around the blonde ponygirl's torso. My digits danced across the shiny surface and traced the edges where the harness met her creamy alabaster skin. She trembled slightly at my touch as my fingertips gave way to the palm of my hand which pressed against her form. I could feel the warmth emanating from her body as I moved my hand down her figure and felt the sweat laden skin covering her muscular thighs. The sunlight glimmered against the shiny steel hoof portion of her boot which gave way to stiff white patent leather that ran to her knees and secured her ankles and shapely calf muscles firmly in place and held her foot in a heelless tiptoe position.

I tilted my head and brushed an errant strand of my long black hair from my blue eyes as I spoke in a low tone, "are you happy as a ponygirl?" I asked. She carefully lifted her toned leg until it was at a ninety degree angle to her hips before smashing the steel hoof of her pony boot to the stone pavement with a single loud clop.

"I bet its hard work to be trained as a ponygirl isn't it?" I asked as my hand found its way to her firm rear and I ran my fingers over the brand on her left cheek, a circle with the capital letter R above a larger capital letter T. Again she stomped one time on the ground answering in the affirmative.