My Pet’s Master

Amazing what some Dom’s can do during lunch hour:

We parked at a nearby bank parking lot and I turned My full attention to pets clit. she was delirious with the number of orgasms crashing into her one after the other. pet is getting better at obeying Me when I tell her to keep her hands off of Mine when things begin to get too intense for her. In the past, she has attempted to wrestle My hands out of her pants to stop Me but not as of late. she understands that this is all for My ammusement and her pleasure. To stop Me is to refuse to accept the orgasms that I am here to deliver to her.

When she had taken about all of this that she could, her eyes were shut and she was just in “that place”. she whispered to Me, “Master, please hurt me.” I pinched her clit with all that I had and at the same time grabbed her hair and pulled it back sharply over the back of the seat. pet later told Me that she felt she was pulling her head away in an attempt to make it hurt even more. All she could do at that moment was whimper which I absolutely love to hear. I released her clit and began pulling and twisting her nipples. Then, I leaned over and sucked hard on one and bit it till she screamed. I sat up and slapped pet a few times…okay, maybe more than a few times. Somewhere in it all, she left Me…just drifted away into that place that she goes to be really quiet despite anything I might do to her. I used to ask her questions when she was in this place but she recently told Me that trying to talk at those moments was a struggle and was very confusing. Therefore, I simply held her and kissed her while she floated around. At some point she got a confused look on her face and whispered, “Master…?” “Yes, My pet.” “Where are you Master? I can’t find you…” I pulled her close to Me, held her head on My shoulder and put My lips to her ear. “Master is right here, pet. I am holding you and will not let you go. Can you feel My arms around you pet? Can you feel your Master holding you and keeping you safe? Do you know that you are Mine and that I will never let you go, pet? Do you know that I am your Master?”

The sound pet made could only be described as cooing. She pulled Me close and stayed quiet for a few minutes more before opening her eyes and trying to adjust to being once again only in a car parked in a bank parking lot. There was one things more she brought back from that place…the most contented smile I believe I have ever seen on pets face.

My Pet’s Master