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My Pet
⚠️ Fetish
⚠️ Read at your own risk.
⚠️ Content are not suitable for very young readers. I stated highly restricted below 18.
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Her thoughts frolicked against the backdrop of her mind. Scenes replayed and the mystery of surprises yet to come and made her driving as thoughtless as breathing. She squirmed against the seat and fought off a temptation to touch herself. But no, last time her essence had betrayed her, and she was severely punished. Leaving the interstate, she made her way through the city turning at last onto Academy Street. The full glare from the setting sun blinded her, but only for two blocks, where the white house waited with its ancient oak and canopy of shade. Nervously, she checked herself in the mirror, and hurried to the front. Her heels clicked up the wooden spiral staircase to the second floor landing.
Three unsteady knocks sounded on the locked door as she breathed deep and tried to keep her composure. Her knees were weak with anticipation. The few seconds before she heard footsteps seemed like an hour. The door opened. He pulled her inside. He closed the door and smiled at her without a word. Immediately his lips were on her neck, kissing her roughly. Their lips fused in torrid passion as he pressed her tightly against the closed door. Her heart pranced wildly within her chest as she felt his hardness against her belly. She sucked hard on his tongue wanting more, much more.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss, and sat down on the couch. She hesitated, not knowing his wishes. Finally she took a few hesitant steps towards him.
"Stop right there, my pet. Undress. Everything."
She stripped slowly, stopping to neatly fold each article and stack them on the coffee table next to her. A large gray and white cat wove between her legs as if to say hello, then he pounced to the back of the couch causing her to giggle. She stood facing him; her eyes were lowered in submission.
"My precious pet, you are indeed a vision of loveliness. There is a blindfold on the coffee table....
⚠️ Read at your own risk.
⚠️ Content are not suitable for very young readers. I stated highly restricted below 18.
*******
Her thoughts frolicked against the backdrop of her mind. Scenes replayed and the mystery of surprises yet to come and made her driving as thoughtless as breathing. She squirmed against the seat and fought off a temptation to touch herself. But no, last time her essence had betrayed her, and she was severely punished. Leaving the interstate, she made her way through the city turning at last onto Academy Street. The full glare from the setting sun blinded her, but only for two blocks, where the white house waited with its ancient oak and canopy of shade. Nervously, she checked herself in the mirror, and hurried to the front. Her heels clicked up the wooden spiral staircase to the second floor landing.
Three unsteady knocks sounded on the locked door as she breathed deep and tried to keep her composure. Her knees were weak with anticipation. The few seconds before she heard footsteps seemed like an hour. The door opened. He pulled her inside. He closed the door and smiled at her without a word. Immediately his lips were on her neck, kissing her roughly. Their lips fused in torrid passion as he pressed her tightly against the closed door. Her heart pranced wildly within her chest as she felt his hardness against her belly. She sucked hard on his tongue wanting more, much more.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss, and sat down on the couch. She hesitated, not knowing his wishes. Finally she took a few hesitant steps towards him.
"Stop right there, my pet. Undress. Everything."
She stripped slowly, stopping to neatly fold each article and stack them on the coffee table next to her. A large gray and white cat wove between her legs as if to say hello, then he pounced to the back of the couch causing her to giggle. She stood facing him; her eyes were lowered in submission.
"My precious pet, you are indeed a vision of loveliness. There is a blindfold on the coffee table....
