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Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start

6/12/2015

Ever look back on your life and try to pinpoint exactly when
your life changed? It is almost never anything dramatic,
but usually a decision that is out of character with what
you thought your values and personality were. Almost always
you make a choice that forever alters who you are...for
me that day happened only last year.


I was working as a receptionist at an office when my life
changed dramatically. I would like to say it happened overnight,
but I had always had a lingering doubt about my sexuality.
I mean I liked men... before my divorce, but I often had vivid
dreams of being with women. But once my divorce came through,
I seemed to spend more time on line reading vivid tales of
sex and kinks too. The more I read the more intense the dreams
in my subconscious/sleep and began to wonder what it would
be like to be with a woman. Yet society's expectations
held me back, as did my conservative upbringing. Also,
my circle of friends and teen sons limited the possibility
exponentially. But life has a funny way of just throwing
you in a whirlwind gaining speed and spinning your life
into one full force tornado...which brings me to how I became
a bisexual / lesbian submissive.


*****


At 38, my life was as typical as most. I had a great group of
friends who had similar interests as me, and I had a decent
job I liked with a great boss. All that said, I nevertheless
had an empty spot inside me I just could never quite put my
finger on. But sexually I craved for more but didn’t know
what. Like men do, I used the Internet to try to find and fulfil
my repressed sexual desires. Watching porn didn't
do much for me, although I did begin to realize I liked the
harder porn, Woman dominating some submissive girl. I
began fantasizing someone treating me like a slut, but
I knew it wasn't something I dare seek out. I became
the submissive girl in my fantasies that began with a sexless
figure, but slowly shifted to being predominantly lesbian
fantasies. Searching the net one night I came across Literotica,
a massive erotica story site. I read many stories, became
a member, and began searching using key words: submissive,
lesbian, domination. Each story got me off as I role-played
in my head being the submissive girl who is slowly seduced
into a wonderful web of sin and submission. I tried to hint
to Karen (my best friend of my sexual needs and kinks, but
she was clueless, All these desires, fantasies and obsessions
came to a blunt head last year.


It was a normal busy day like so many others, when she walked
in. She was a black woman with one of the prettiest faces
I had ever seen. I immediately wondered how attractive
she would be if she wasn't as plump. She sauntered to my desk, her walk oozing a confidence I
rarely saw in a woman. "Hi beautiful, I have a 4:30
appointment. My name is Rosie, I blushed at her compliment. Her smile screamed mischief.
Her outfit screamed confidence, considering her size.
Her blouse, with two buttons undone, barely held in her
massive breasts; it also showcased her immense cleavage
which left little to the imagination, although my imagination
was already playing tricks on my straightness. Her black
skirt was as short as today's provocative teenagers
wear, and her four-inch pumps were three inches higher
than I ever wore. Pulling myself out of my distracted state, I responded,
"Welcome Rosie, Mr. Statesmen is a bit behind. Please
take a seat." "I can wait, " she shrugged. Her eyes never
left mine, "So what is your name?" "Jenny, " I responded, oddly nervous and anxious
around this pretty black woman. "Nice to meet you, Jenny, " she politely greeted,
taking my hand in hers. Unlike men who had kissed my hand
in these moments, she put her other hand on top of mine and
gently caressed my hand. The contrast between my white-as-snow
skin and her black as night skin was oddly intoxicating.
I stammered, distracted by the touch and attention I was
receiving, "N-n-nice to meet you too, miss."
"Call me Rosie, " she smiled, still holding
my hand. "Nice to meet you Rosie, " I replied. "Oh, " she purred her voice so soft and sweet,
"the pleasure is all mine." I was completely embarrassed at the attention she was giving
me, and her tone dripped with implication. An undeniable
tingle began to stir down below as all those naughty stories
of being a submissive suddenly popped in my head; I briefly
day-dreamed of this full-figured black woman seducing
me and making me her sub. I just as quickly came back to reality
as she asked, gesturing to a picture on my desk, "Is
that your boyfriend?" No it’s the other girl’s
we desk share. Not letting go off my hand, but instead allowing her fingers
to gently trace imaginary figures on my hand, "The
way you were checking me out, I think you might play on my
team." Suddenly self-conscious at how I was acting, I defended
myself, "I was not checking you out." "You sure?" she teased, leaning forward a bit
so her generous cleavage was directly in my face. I stammered, desperately attempting to keep my dignity
in this awkward conversation and yet not offend her, "W-w-well
you are hard not to notice." Her smile broadened, "If you got it, flaunt it, I say.
You think my tits are amazing, you should see my cunt; it
is to die for." Her shocking words choice sent a chill down my spine. Trying
to resist my growing desire, I asked, "Can I get you
a coffee, juice or water?" Her response confused me, even though her seductive tone
was clear as day, "Oh, don't you have anything
else?" "Like what?" I asked my naive innocence on full
display. She grabbed a small stick of rock, usually there for any
children, from my desk and unwrapped it slowly, her dark
eyes boring into me. I felt she could see through me, could
see my naughty fantasies no one else knew about. She smiled,
pulling me in like a magnet, her dominant deviancy pulling
me in like a fish unable to struggle. She went and sat down, her eyes never leaving mine. Once
seated, she opened her legs wide enough that I learned she
was going commando, as I could see her pink puffy lips. I
stared like a horny school boy would the first time he was
at a strip club. Never breaking eye contact with me, she
shoved the purple candy rock inside her vagina. I gasped, but was unable to look away no matter how much I
knew I should. She pumped it in and out of her vagina a few times before standing
up, walking to my desk and then behind it. She ordered, her tone clearly implying this wasn't
a request, "Stand up, " Nervous, yet curious, and completely unaware of her devious
intentions, I obeyed. "Good girl, " she commented, like my mother
used to do when I was young. I blushed; slightly embarrassed
by the tingle I was feeling down below, at being called a
good girl. I briefly contemplated how this was like so many
stories on Literotica I had pleasured myself to. The smiling black woman asked, "Are you wearing pantyhose?"
'What an odd question' I thought to myself. Actually
this whole conversation was odd. My cheeks went even redder
as I answered, suddenly embarrassed by my odd fetish, "I
hate pantyhose. I am wearing hold ups." "Mmmmmmmmm, " she purred, her hand on my arm,
ever so delicately, sending an uncontrollable chill up
my spine, "you are going to make a good pet."
"Pardon?" I muttered, completely rattled
by her last comment and her hand still on my arm. Ignoring my confusion, she placed the pussy-scented candy
cane to my lips. I automatically opened my mouth and tasted
her sticky sweetness. Again she complimented me, "Good
girl, Jenny." She grabbed for a second candy rock and after discarding
of the wrapper slid the candy under my skirt, startling
me. I was frozen in a perfect blend of shock, denial and excitement.
I watched, feeling almost out of body, oblivious to the
reality that I was being seduced at my work. In my head I attempted
to stop her, but the thoughts never translated into words.
Instead, I felt her pull my panties to the side and I let out
a gasp when she inserted the candy cane inside my wet pussy.
Her gaze kept mine, and when I attempted to look away, she
ordered, "Look at me, my pet." I obeyed, looking into her dark chocolate eyes. Her eyes
returned the gaze boring into my blue-grey eyes. She slowly
pumped the candy cane in and out of me, as she spoke, "You
will make the perfect little pet, won't you, my dear?"
I didn't know what to say. I was weak at the knees and
light in the head. I didn't really understand the question,
so paralyzed by the events that had taken place. The sensation
of the thin candy cane inside me had me getting more excited
and I was still unable to speak.


Suddenly, the side door opened and with lightening quick
reflexes she pulled the candy cane that had been giving
me a pleasure I have never experienced out of me and backed
up a bit. No one saw my naughty indiscretion, no one knew
of my sinful submission. Rattled, I quickly sat back down
and looked up to see Rosie putting the candy cane with my
juices on it into her mouth. Her smile broadened as the man
who had just had his meeting came to the desk to pay. Rosie
stared at me a bit longer, the candy cane staying in her mouth,
before she turned and walked into the open door. I quickly
tried to recover as I dealt with the male customer. My face
flushed, I feared he could read the weakness all over my
face. Yet he paid the bill and left, oblivious to my inner
turmoil.


The next forty-five minutes were pure torture. My head
spun around and around, my thoughts a muddled mess. My pussy
was still afire, begging for attention, all my recent fantasies
having come to a head. Yet, I had an overwhelming guilt for
allowing this black woman to treat me like a slut. The two
contrasting feelings kept colliding with each other,
creating a whirlwind of confusion. One minute I wanted
to go to the washroom and get myself off, the next moment
I wanted to rewind the clock an hour and never have this have
happened. Yet, the longer I waited for the inevitable moment
when she returned to my desk, the more I longed to be her pet...having
time to consider the probable implications of being a pet.
The guilt at potentially betraying my upbringing was countered
by my growing desire to submit to someone and feel the thrill
I had only felt while masturbating to naughty lesbian fantasies
and reading similar stories. Still bewildered at my feelings and mystified by the confident
black woman, I twitched with uncontrollable nervousness
when she walked through the door and returned to my desk.
I handed her a copy of the bill, my hand shaking with trepidation,
eagerly waiting for her next words.


She handed me her credit card, still not saying a word. The
silence was killing me. A mixture of disappointment and
relief filled me as I began to accept this was nothing more
than a simple blip in the normality of my life. As I tried
to deal with what was clearly more disappointment than
relief, I returned her credit card. She took it and held
onto my hand. Her seductive confident smile was back. With
her free hand, she handed me a card and said in a voice so dripping
in sexual implications I felt a gush in my panties, "I
expect you at the following address tonight at 6:00. Is
that understood?" I stammered, her voice getting me wet, her eyes hypnotizing
me and her hands warming my whole body, "U-u-um I-I-I,
don't know. I have plans." She let go of my hand, her smile still there, but her tone
shifting to one of authority, "Break them. I know
and you know you want to." Before I could respond, she turned and walked away. Once
at the door, she turned and looked at me one last time, "Don't
disappoint me, my pet to be." Then she was gone. Her offer, her order, lingered there in the air, me practically
in a daze, my mind and body at odds with everything that had
just occurred. I sat back down and replayed both brief encounters.
There was no doubt I was mesmerized by her completely. She
oozed sexuality in a way I always wished I could. Her confidence
shined out of her and somehow she saw through my straight
girl facade. She saw deep into my hidden thoughts, never
revealed to anyone. How did she know I craved this type of
submission? Why had she chosen me? These and many other
questions spun in my head like a hamster on its wheel, as
I finished up work and headed home. Home, where I lived with my kids, would my family still love
me if they knew what I had just allowed a woman to do to me?
Would they love me if they knew how badly I craved this sort
of submission? Would they support me if they learned that I had gone to this
woman's house and done God knows what? As these and many other questions ping-ponged in my brain,
I realized I had already made up my mind. I had to go to Rosie's
house, if I didn't I knew I would regret it for the rest
of my life; I had to know. If I didn't go I would always
wonder 'what if'. That wasn't fair. I would
go once and release this deviant sexual side of me that had
began to corrupt me and hopefully once and for all come to
understand who I was as a woman and as a lover. I called mum and told her someone I knew was having a crisis
and I had to go and help her deal with it, which wasn't
a lie technically, even if the person having the crisis
was me. Being the sincere and trusting mum she was, never
questioned it and even offered to look after the kids overnight
just in case I was late, this sweetness gave me second thoughts,
as I knew how much it would devastate her. Suddenly self-conscious at how I looked, I decided to go
and shop for a better outfit for the evening, an evening
that was as unknown as sailing across the Atlantic Ocean
to North America was hundreds of years ago. It was exciting,
exhilarating and mind-numbingly scary. I finished packing
up and headed to a nearby shop, knowing my current made-for-comfort
underwear was not made to be seen by anyone except myself.
I needed sexy underwear, underwear that would enhance
my breasts and highlight my nice bum. An hour later, I had new undergarments and was driving to
the address Rosie had given me, a nervous wreck. A mixture
of anxiety, trepidation and giddy excitement stirred
inside me uncontrollably. Every time I subdued one of my
emotions, another would pop up. The roller coaster ride
of emotions was draining me even before I arrived at my unknown
destination. I sighed wishing I would have also bought
some better shoes for the occasion, but I ran out of time.
Arriving at the address on the card, I took a deep breath,
attempted to compose myself. I wanted to look confident
and sexy, not like the insecure mess I was inside. Deciding
it was now or never, I got out of my car, went to the door and
knocked. As soon as I did, I began second guessing myself
and regretting my decision to be here. I was just beginning to turn around when the door opened.
I was greeted by Rosie, still dressed in the same provocative
outfit from earlier in the day. She smiled, seemingly knowing
I would indeed take up her offer, and invited me in. "Come
in, my pet." A chill went up my spine at being called pet and I walked in
desperately trying to hide my nervousness, but to no avail.
"You are nervous, my pet, " she acknowledged,
taking my hand and leading me into an open style living room.
I stammered, like a shy school-girl, "I-I-I have
never done this before." "Done what?" the pretty black woman inquired,
her smile implying she knew exactly what I meant. I tried to answer, but it came out rather incoherently.
"I have never, I mean I usually don't, I um, I don't,
um...." She had me sit on a white couch and put her hand on my leg. She
asked, "You have never been with a woman before, have
you?" Unable to speak, I shook my head in the negative. "But you have fantasized about it, haven't you?"
Still struggling for a coherent verbal response that was
not coming; I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Do you want to be my pet?" she purred, her mouth
leaning towards my ear. I could feel her hot breath teasing
a very sensitive erogenous zone. I nodded my head tentatively in agreement. Biting my ear lightly, she whispered, my body weakening
from her touch, "I need to hear your answers, my pet."
I stammered, distracted greatly by her tongue now in my
ear, "I-I-I, um, yes I want to be your pet, "
even though I was still pretty unclear about what such a
declaration entailed completely. Only my increased breathing could be heard, as Rosie nibbled
my ear ever-so-delicately, an erotic, sensual tease.
I melted at her touch and was no longer remotely hesitant
at submitting to whatever this black seductress had planned
for me. I was willing to submit unconditionally, like so
many of those girls had in the many stories I had read the
past couple of months. I craved to experience in real life,
what I had been compulsively fantasizing about for a while.
She finally let go of my ear and moved to look me directly
in the eyes. The intimacy of a face-to-face conversation
so rare between a man and a woman was incredibly sensual
at this moment. She explained, "You must understand,
Jenny, that becoming my pet is not a decision one should
make rashly. It includes complete obedience and undying
loyalty. It also comes with the ultimate pleasure I am sure
you have never experienced, but have been craving."
The words "complete obedience" and "undying
loyalty" had alarm bells echoing in my head, but were
overshadowed by the promises of "ultimate pleasure".
I asked, trying to understand her full expectations, "W-What
do you expect from me?" Her smile got bigger as she knew I was already caught in her
web of seduction. "Well, for starters, you will obey
every command I make. You will never lie to me and you will
be loyal to me even over your boyfriend."


Confused by her expectations, I asked, "my boyfriend?"
But I don’t have one,


"No, although I expect you may eventually, but as
you will become so intoxicated with the pleasure that comes
with pleasing me and other women that I expect men will no
longer interest you." "Other women?" I questioned, realizing I may
be in way over my head. "Yes, other women. A good pet is one that doesn't
question her training, a training that includes many fun-filled
adventures with me, my friends and other very powerful
and attractive women."


My head reeled with this new revelation. I had never completely
known what would be expected of me tonight, but it never
occurred to me that it would be more than just tonight. It
also never occurred to me that I would be expected to please
more than the voluptuous Rosie. I stuttered, "I-I-I
thought this would be a onetime thing." Her smile actually got bigger, as she promised, so sure
of herself, "Oh, my cute little pet, once you have
tasted my cunt, you will be addicted and do almost anything
for the privilege to savour my sweet nectar again and again."
Her confident demeanour was seductive in an inexplicable
way, and I just sat beside her speechless at her expectations
and her predictions."Tell you what, " she
bargained, "I will give you one taste for free. But
if you want a second helping of my cunt, you will have to submit
unconditionally to me." I remained silent, no longer able to process my bizarre
predicament or the undeniable stirring that was warming
my vagina down below. She stood up and quickly discarded all her clothes, in seconds
standing before me completely naked. Her huge breasts
had me in jealous awe in comparison to my modest breasts.
She sat back down, opened her legs and ordered gently, "On
your knees, my pet." Unable to speak, so completely mesmerized by her breasts
and my desire to touch and suck them, I slid off the couch
and onto my knees. I crawled between her black legs and was
soon looking directly at her trimmed but hairy pussy. I
was frozen, unable to move forward, yet also unable to back
away. Although I had fantasized about this very moment
so many times over the past couple of months, making fantasy
a reality was a much tougher line to cross. I understood
once I moved forward and crossed the line, it was quite possible
I would never be able to go back to the life I knew and was comfortable
in. I was startled when Rosie warned, "I don't
mean to rush you, my pet, but I have an engagement at eight."
My eyes went wide with the thought of someone seeing me in
this humiliating sexual position. Rattled, but already
being drawn in by the intoxicating scent that lingered
just in front of me, I crossed the invisible line and moved
my mouth towards Rosie's vagina. Leaning forward,
I opened my mouth, extended my tongue and tasted my first
vagina. The taste was even more heavenly and unimaginable
than the many stories I had read had promised. A sweet tang
lingered in my mouth and I eagerly lapped at her vagina wanting
more. I heard her moan, "You like my cunt, don't you,
my pet?" When I didn't answer, but continued
licking, she pulled my head up and asked again, "You
like my cunt, don't you, my pet?" Craving more of her luscious juices, I answered the humiliating
question, "Yes, I like your vagina." "My vagina, " she chuckled. "A beautiful
woman like me has a pussy or cunt, my pet." I apologized, rephrasing my answer, attempting to avoid
the word I hated the most, "Sorry, I-I-I like your
pussy." "Better, " she approved, pulling me in to her
ocean of sin. Although the hair was a bit of a nuisance in getting comfortable
with licking her pussy, the pubic hair did seem to capture
her scent, allowing it to just linger there. I revelled
in her scent and continued licking her pussy, attempting
to retrieve more of her juice. I tried desperately to remember
the vivid depictions of eating pussy I had read online.
I took her big swollen clit in my mouth and watched her involuntarily
flinch. Happy my attempt at pleasing her was working; I
continued a mixture of licking her pussy lips and sucking
on her clit. Back and forth I went, her breathing getting
heavier. Her words also kept me both determined and aroused in an
absurd way. "That's it, my pet, lick my black
box, " or "Good pet, you are going to make a great
addition, " or "I can't believe this is
your first time eating cunt, " or "You are a
natural cunt licker, my pet." Each absurd compliment
made me wetter, and made me more determined to please her
and get her off. I licked faster, I sucked on her clit harder
and I began to use my teeth gently to nibble. As her breathing
increased, I knew she was close, I could just feel it, and
so I slid a finger inside her damp pussy. She screamed and
demanded, "Finger-fuck me, pet!" I obliged
and was soon rewarded with a flood of her sweet nectar. Her
legs tightened around me and I was trapped in a wave of her
cum. I continued to lap, eager to get as much of her juice
as possible. Rosie pushed my head away, surprising me and I stumbled
to the floor. My face was coated in her cum. She smiled at
me as she looked down, "So, my pet. Is this a one-time
thing? Or are you ready for your first task as my pet?"
My consideration was brief, as she predicted, I craved
her and was already addicted in the same way I was addicted
to coffee in the morning. I needed it more, I wanted more.
I whispered, "I'm ready for my first task, Miss."
"Miss, " she chuckled, "I like that."
She stood up and stretched. I sat transfixed on her large
breasts and the trickle of her cum slowly slithering down
her dark leg. Seeing me staring at her like a love-sick teenager,
she said, "Want one last taste, my pet?" Without hesitation, I leaned forward, already craving
another taste of her addictive sweetness, and cleaned
her leg. "You will make a very good little white slave, my pet, "
she teased, her hand petting my hair like I was a puppy. Shame
burned in me suddenly at my lack of dignity, but the reality
was I was completely at the whim of this black Goddess. I
just wanted to please her; I just wanted the opportunity
to taste her again and again. She moved away and ordered, "Follow me, my pet."
I began to stand up, but was rebuked. Her voice remained
calm and sweet, "Crawl, my pet." The expectation surprised me, but I obeyed, falling back
onto my knees and I followed her into her bedroom. I could
feel my cheeks burning with humiliation with each step
I crawled. How quickly my life had changed. Just this morning
I was living a normal humdrum life, and now I was crawling
like a dog to a woman I had just met. It was so bizarre, and
as unbelievable as any sex story I had ever read, yet it was
the truth. I was living and breathing this reality.


When we arrived in her bedroom she led me to her bed and offered,
"You may stand, my pet." I thankfully obeyed;
my knees were beginning to get sore. She smiled and asked, "You are trying to consider
what to call me aren't you?" "Yes, m-um-m, " I began, almost calling her
Mistress, but caught myself. She smiled, "You want to call me Mistress, don't
you, my pet?" "Yes, " I whispered, so quietly because of
the shame I was feeling it was almost inaudible.


"You may, my pet. But once you call me Mistress, I own
you completely. You are my possession, my personal plaything.
I will insist you submit to me in front of your boyfriend.
I won't make you break up with him. That will be your
choice. But he will know that I am your Mistress and your
loyalty is to me first, " she explained. "I
may even go with you to your parents and make it clear that
you are a cunt-licker." The future so clearly explained to me had me a mental mess.
Before I had time to make a decision, she gave me the time
I needed, "You don't have to decide now, my pet.
It is a very big decision. But I do want you to help me get dressed."
"Yes, ma'am, " I used, choosing my words
carefully. "Ma'am, " she laughed hard. "I can't
get over that one." She went to her closet and returned with white stockings.
She instructed, "Put my stockings on your maybe Mistress,
my pet." The word Mistress sent a surprised pleasure shock directly
to my pussy. I took the stocking, and slowly rolled it up
her black legs. The white stockings were a sharp contrast
to her chocolate skin. Once my hands reached the top, I paused,
looking directly to her hairy pussy. She smiled and reassured, "Don't worry my pet;
I am not stingy with my cunt. I can come over and over and over
again. But not right now, sadly, I have to leave pretty soon."
Stopping at her closet door, "Oh, my pets do not wear
underwear. No panties or bra except for when Aunt Flow visits."
My craving growing, my pussy beginning to tingle again,
I obeyed and rolled the second stocking on. She went back
to her closet and I stood up and unfastened my bra from my
blouse and tossed it on her bed. I began buttoning up my blouse,
aware that my stiff nipples would be clearly visible through
the sheer white blouse. Rosie returned and handed me a black leather skirt. Assuming
what was expected of me; I dropped back to the floor and slid
the skirt up her stocking-clad legs. Once on, I went to her
back and zipped the skirt up. She turned around and her massive
breasts were staring at me. I looked down at them, desperately
wanting to touch them, kiss them. As if reading my mind,
she offered, "Go ahead, my pet. I know you want to touch
my tits." Without hesitation, I put my hand on her big round left breast
and held it in awe. As if in a trance, I moved forward and took
her long erect nipple in my mouth. She allowed me to pleasure
her breast for a minute or two before promising, "Next
time, you may make love to them with your mouth, my pet."
She actually patted me on my head, like a puppy. I should
have been humiliated, yet instead I felt excited, like
a puppy would when its Master petted it. She noticed my bra on her bed and asked, "Are your panties
still on?" "Yes Mistr...." I began, catching myself at
the last minute. She smiled knowingly, clearly expecting that one day soon
I would be calling her that regularly. "Hand them
over, " she demanded, extending her hand. I quickly got out of my very soiled panties. She moved them
to her nose and complimented, "Hmmm, you have a very
sweet scent, my pet." "Thank you, Ma'am, " I graciously replied,
every kind word just one more strand on a very thin rope that
was keeping my utter submission from occurring. She handed me a bra that was massive in size and yet sexy just
the same in white lace. Without any instructions, I put
her bra on her beautiful tits and buckled it up. She ordered,
"Go into my closet and get me my black blouse."
I obeyed and returned with two, unsure which she wanted.
She pointed to my right hand and I again, without instruction,
dressed the beautiful black Goddess. I buttoned up each
button, slowly watching her voluptuous breasts disappear
behind the thin black fabric. As I went to button the last two buttons, she instructed,
"Stop. I need to keep some cleavage out and about."
"Of course, Ma'am, " I agreed. "We are almost done. Go get the black four inch heels
with the open toe." I again obeyed and returned to see her sitting on the edge
of her bed waiting. I again fell to my knees, something that
seemed to be rather regular today. I grabbed her stocking-clad
ankle and slowly slid the shoe on her foot. In my head the
story Cinderella suddenly popped up and I smiled at the
absurdity of it all. I put on her second heel and waited further
instruction. Standing up, she announced, "I think you will be a
very good pet, Jamie, a very good pet." I remained in my submissive position in silence. She handed me her phone and ordered, "Type your number
in, my pet." I eagerly obeyed. Once done, I handed her back the phone and she said, "I
will be texting you one day soon. Until then you have time
to reconsider becoming my pet, although I doubt you will
change your mind." She pulled me up and kissed me, more tenderly than I have
ever been kissed. Once she broke it, she repeated an earlier thought. "You
desperately need this, my pet. You are clearly not getting
the training you need. "Yes, " I replied with
a sigh. "As you wait for my text, which may come tomorrow,
a week from now or a month, I expect you to follow just a few
simple instructions." I stared at her eagerly, wondering what they might be. Understanding I was waiting to hear the conditions she
explained, "First, of course as already instructed,
no panties or bra. Second, you will only wear thigh high
stockings or a suspender belt and stockings, so I can have
easy access to your tight pussy whenever I want to. Third,
and lastly for now, you will always have your phone on so
when I decide it is time I will not have to wait. Is that understood?"
I nodded, anxiety spreading all around me. "Good, " she said, "You may go now, my
pet." Silently, not able to even begin to form a sentence, I walked
out of her room, her house and back into the real world. In my car, I allowed the day's bizarre events to replay
in my head. What had I just done? Why had I done it? What was
I to do now? How was I going to face my family after this? These
and a million others ricocheted in my head as I pondered
my new predicament. As I considered the options before me on my drive home I wondered
if I could pretend that today never happened and go on living
my vanilla life. As I continued wondering what I would choose my phone vibrated.
I pulled over and saw the message was from an unknown number.
A chill went up my back at the possibility it was from Rosie.
I clicked on it. Pet. I want you to pull over wherever you are right now and bring
yourself to orgasm thinking of your complete submission
to your black Mistress. Do it now!!! Mistress Rosie





Without hesitation, I slid my finger in my already wet pussy
and began fucking myself. Being on the side of the road in
a rather busy area was distracting, as I was too nervous
of being caught to close my eyes and just let go. It took longer
than usual, but the crescendo finally hit and I came on the
side of the road like a cheap slut. Strangely, instead of
shame, I felt good and texted back. Miss Rosie, I obeyed your command. Thank you for thinking of me. Your hopeful pet.


As I pulled back on the road and home, I wondered if there
was any possible way I could have it all. Could I keep my family
who I loved and also the powerful Mistress I desperately
needed? I couldn't imagine a life without them and
yet I couldn't imagine never submitting to Rosie again.
Could I have it all? I would soon learn the answer to that
question....


The End for now...



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I'm not sure I could submit completely to Rosie, but
that is a damn sexy pose and inviting pussy, even gives me
a new appreciation for big breasted women and I would definitely
do Jaime anytime.


Great story, I look forward to the next chapter in the life
of Jaime and Rosie. If Jaime has a boyfriend he will probably
submit to Rosie also, she exudes sensuality and sexiness.

6/12/2015

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great story and love the pics at the end got to say I cant blame
you she does look lovely you are one lucky pet there I would submit to her hope to see more stories from you

6/12/2015

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nice story waiting for more she is hot I see why you would
like to submit to her

6/12/2015

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great story and waiting for part two so hot

6/12/2015

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Great story waiting for more.

7/5/2015