Getting a Master
Even after my friend came back from his trip I kept the key for his penthouse because he had to go on another trip for a week or two regularly. If the time between his trips took too long I even sneaked into his home in the afternoon, knowing that he won't come back until the evening. Because it was unthinkable to hide my toys at my place I left them there, well hidden deep under the sofa. Who cleans deep underneath the sofa anyway?
Spoiler:
He does. But he didn't say anything.
Till that one faithful day when he came back from work early.
I stood in the shower, my panties as a gag in my mouth, clothes pegs on my nipples and impaling my ass on a suction cup dildo while rubbing my snatch furiously. No, he didn't ask if he could join. The whole situation was maximum uncomfortable, for both of us.
He told me that he would understand if I wanted to go, but if I wanted to talk he would be waiting in the living room. Being the decent human being he is he even closed the door so I don't had to look at him if I decided to sneak out. But I wanted to talk, the least I owed him an apology for defiling his home, so I knocked on the door. First it was really embarrassing, I mean this guy had just caught me in the act and I cried a bit. But he was very understanding and before I realized it got so late that my mother got worried. He even walked me home and apologized to my mother for keeping me for so long. He managed that she wasn't even mad
Later he texted me and asked for a date. I agreed without hesitation.
We almost met daily and had some regular dates, but of course we talked about my decent collection of toys and my fantasies. I was ashamed and very shy, I don't wanted to give him the impression that I'm a pervert. But he didn't give up, knowing I was hiding something. He didn't force but encouraged me to speak freely and I realized that if I let it happen every dirty fantasy I ever had may come true, but he wouldn't take things to far.
Two weeks later we had our first time and it was wonderful, despite the fact that he couldn't penetrate me vaginally because of my stupid septate hymen. But we did some heavy petting instead, so I “could get accommodated to his touch” and he made me feel very special.
It was not just the beginning of our relationship, it was also the start of making my fantasy of being subjected true.
And I'm an ambicious learner.
When I told him that I cleaned here in just my panties and that I spanked myself before starting to clean he wanted to see that. I obeyed and I could see that he enjoyed every second of it. The next weeks he slowly made me wear less clothes in the penthouse. From wearing normal clothes to wearing underwear to just panties to nothing at all. Of course I was embarrassed but also horny as hell and we had lots of sex – just anal sex, but I know he didn't mind
But because penetrating this hole can get messy sometimes he introduced me into enemas.
The first time receiving one felt weird and degrading, but he was so gentle and rubbed my pussy while filling my butt that it was a sensual experience.
Of course when I had to release the enema I felt dirty and not very sexy at all. Nevertheless I started to enjoy them.
And it felt much better not to worry about some nasty stuff.
One day I once again thought about shaving or at least trimming my pubic hair. I'm a big girl, I have a boyfriend, to hell with what my mother thinks about it. But I wanted his opinion, knowing how much he loves my fur. I even gave the argument that slaves are clean shaven so their genitals are always visible. He looked at me, grinned and told me that I'm not a slave, that I'm less than that, I'm his Pet, an animal. And animals have fur. He gently stroked me down there before pushing me down to all fours. It was the first time he called me that way. A pet. It was so humiliating. So perfect. Of course I've had read about “pet-girls” before, it was on tumblr (back in the days when there was still porn) and that time I was shocked because it sounded so weird. And never I would have guessed that one day I would become one too. I loved it.
We also explored some other kinks like forced edging and orgasm denial. Because I should always be horny but also as a good pet I shouldn't cum without permission. I had played with my self for hours before, but bringing myself close to orgasm, let it fade away and repeat for days? That was really something else. He always made me do this when he was on a business trip. My BFF and later Mistress noticed that after ten days I started to get bratty ad suggested that I should masturbate to quench the urge. Well, she didn't know that I did that every day, just without the sweet release at the end. When Master came back, two weeks of daily edging and denial finally paid off, the orgasms were marvelous. Mistress smirked every time when we met in the morning and told me that it looks like I got a good dicking
Of course I also got denied when Master was not on a business trip and he loved to watch me edge. But he noticed that as I got more horny I also got more brave to express my kinks. After several days “on the edge” I confessed that I would like to try some pee-play. I mean, I had peed in the shower, squatting like... well, like the dog I am, but I wanted to experience how it feels to get peed on. I was not sure how Master would react but he always said that he wanted to help me explore my kinks. He was surprised but agreed. It was humiliating, but also very kinky to feel the warm urine hitting my body.
I kinda like it but not in a way that I would call it a reward. It was more suiting for a punishment.
Like, when a spanking was not enough