The man was always at least mildly patronizing. Danny always hated that but for some reason with him it was almost comforting. That part of Danny’s mind.. the part that always got into trouble… wanted to scream and jump up and punch him in the face or kick him in the nuts or even pull that short wicked knife from the hidden boot sheath and do some serious damage to that infuriatingly smug look on his face.

But conversely each time he said “Dear” or “Child” or even the much-despised “Girl” another part of her mind wanted desperately to crawl up into his warm inviting lap like an infant and lose herself in his arms forever. Recognizing those thoughts shook Danny to her core. Never once in all of her nineteen years had she ever felt so completely comforted by another human being. Especially a man. It was as if Danny had finally found her father and he turned out to be all of those things the television shows said fathers should be. The stupid namby-pamby feel-good television shows they always showed around Christmas time each year, anyway. The ones she never watched all the way through because they weren’t real and they were just fucking stupid.

This man wasn’t her father and she knew that full well. Her real father.. the man the caseworkers referred to as her “biological father” had been killed in an explosion while trying to manufacture his own methamphetamine. Once Danny had grown up enough to discover the internet and how to search it hadn’t taken her long at all to figure that one out. It was the same with her mother. The caseworkers and therapists from Child Protective Services never wanted to tell her anything at all about her parents. It frustrated her as a child that they would withhold such things. They were her parents! She should be allowed to know!

Of course once she read the news article about her eighteen year old mother being found dead of an overdose just twenty four hours after being released from the local jail she kind of understood their reticence. When Danny was asking those questions she wasn’t mature enough to assimilate the answers. She was only eighteen months old when he mother died and that had been almost twenty years ago.

Today, those answers were just part of her life. Part of her.

So what was it with this guy? What was it about him that made her feel so warm? So comforted? So… at home? Once again that part of her mind that always made her want to lash out and keep people at a distance rose to the surface.

“I’m not a pushover or a doormat, you know.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Of course not, child.” A frown appeared between her eyebrows.

“I’m not your fucking punching bag, either. If you hit me once, I’m out the fucking door.” He snapped his fingers, the sound echoing in the relative quiet of the room.

“Language, girl.” That deep voice was suddenly devoid of emotion. Flat and hard. She reeled back as if he had slapped her. Despite herself, she lowered both her eyes and her voice.

“I… I’m sorry, sir.”

“It’s all right, dear. This is a learning process. You will learn about me and I about you.” That warmth returned to his eyes and his voice. “I do not hit, Danny. Never once will I strike you in anger. That is not my way.” One finger raised where his hand lay atop his thigh. “I do however, punish. If you decide to stay it will become a part of your life. All of our lives are about pain, dear. Either it’s presence or it’s absence. It is one of the best ways in which we learn. I will teach you in the best and most efficient way I know. That will involve punishment and pain, as well as pleasure and contentment.” The hand turned over and his fingers cupped the air.

“Here in my home you will be upbraided, but not abased. Disconcerted but not abused. Esteemed and not at all ashamed.” She didn’t quite understand what he just said, making mental notes to look up some of those words.

“If things go as I hope, you will want to stay here for a very long time, child. Make this your home. Maybe one day move on to something better after I am gone.” Danny had only met him two hours ago but the thought of him being gone left a void in the pit of her stomach. The “Mean Danny” in the back of her mind was yelling “What the fuck!?”

“Why do you want me anyway? I’m a lesbian.” His chuckle was loud and supremely amused.

“Oh, no you aren’t, dear. Not even a little. If you really were, you wouldn’t be here. You would never have answered my ad, never come with me to my home. You are at best, bisexual.”

“I think my girlfriends would disagree.” He shook his head slowly, that smug arrogant smirk curling one corner of his lips so irritatingly.

“Four girlfriends in a year, Danny. Average time of each relationship: two months. One month of seduction, one month of sex and then you are gone. Angry and dissatisfied and moving on.” His hand waved at the bag she had stowed in the corner when she arrived. “All those girls you claim you loved and not one memento. Not a single picture, love note or piece of jewelry. Nothing.”

“You… you searched my bag?” Even though she was angry at the invasion of her privacy that was overwhelmed by the fact he had done it without her noticing. His hands came up, palms out.

“I took nothing, dear child. Your things are safe here. Well…” He reached inside his shirt. “I did take this.” In his hand was the six inch knife she usually kept in her boot. Stunned, she reached down to discover the blade really was gone. Oh… he was good. How in the fuck…?

“Give me that back!” He raised his eyebrow again. The little blade in its sheath turned around and around in his hands then he stopped and raised two fingers.

“Of course, dear. It is yours, after all. Two conditions. One: That you put it away and never ever carry it inside my home. You may carry it outside. After all, people do need to be able to protect themselves. And you may keep it close when you sleep, if you like. But never carry it in the house. That’s one. Agreed?” Danny nodded.

“What’s the other condition?”

“That you ask me politely, girl.”

Six words. That’s all it took.

Six words from his lips left her feeling as if she’d been spanked and stood in the corner. She felt a blush rising on her cheeks and she never blushed.

How did he do that?

“I… I’m sorry, Sir. May… may I please have my knife back?”

Wordlessly, he extended his hand. It was large enough it made her knife look like a fingernail clipper in comparison as it lay in his palm. She tried to take it without touching his skin, but her fingers trailed over his palm of their own accord.

Sir’s hand…

That phrase echoed back and forth in her mind, much to her confusion. He’d told her his name when they first met. She was sure he had. But what was it again? She couldn’t remember… Somewhere in between their meeting and here he’d become “Sir” in her mind.

Sir’s hand was large and tanned and warm and rough. Danny’s own pale soft hands looked like a dolls in contrast. She could see scars and marks on his skin and suddenly she wanted to take the time and hear the story of each and every one of them. She wanted to curl up in those big warm rough hands and sleep. Safe and comforted. Maybe for the first time in her life.

Touching him made her feel… feminine. Again, maybe for the first time in her life.

For the first time in a very very long time a single tear traced slowly down her cheek. Before she even realized it, he had reached out with his other hand, cupping her chin as his thumb wiped away the track of the tear. Danny blinked and another one welled up in her eye.

“What ever is the matter, child?”

“I’m… confused.” He folded the weapon into her hand and pushed her softly fisted fingers back towards her chest.

“Of course you are, love. All of your life. But now you are here and maybe together we can make some sense of it all.” One hand still cupped her cheek tenderly and the other pressed two fingers against the soft swelling of her breast, right above her heart. “We will explore those feelings in your heart, little pigeon. Chase away those things which confuse you and make you angry and help you find some peace.”

Peace… that word echoed through her mind. Never in her life had she known real peace. Not in her mind or her heart. The only quiet she had ever experienced was with drugs or alcohol. But those, she knew, were just lies that blotted away the real world for a short time. Once she sobered up again it all came crashing back.

Peace… he was offering her peace. It… couldn’t be true.

It must be a trick.

She pulled back, angrily wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her leather jacket. Her mouth opened to snap off some smart ass retort when she became aware of the knife still clenched in her fist. There was a momentary struggle in her mind as she considered pulling it out and at least threatening him with harm.

She’d done that so many times in her life it was almost second nature.

Fortunately common sense prevailed for once. He was so quick and so sly and so big, compared to her. He towered almost a foot taller than her and for someone so big he’d managed to get her knife away from her in the first place without her even noticing. For all of his pleasant and nice demeanor, Danny had no doubt in her mind if she pulled that knife on him she would regret it quickly.

And her “pre-emptive strike” defense mechanisms were not going to change overnight, after all. Before she even thought about what she was saying she blurted out “You just want to stick your dick in me like all the rest of them!”

A spontaneous chuckle shot from his lips. His hands spread out to his sides, almost in surrender.

“Of course I do, child. After all, I do enjoy the company of pretty girls.” One finger pointed to her. “You knew that before you even met me. The personal ad you answered was quite specific. But…” Both hands came up. “If you do not wish to then you are more than welcome to leave. I will not stop you and I will not force you. At any time you may leave if you wish. This is all about choices, Danielle.”

He stunned her into silence. She could not remember the last time someone called her pretty. And nobody but her caseworker ever used her real name. Danny had given up on mirrors ages ago. To her eyes she was too plain and too angular and she rarely even bothered to look at herself. Grooming was running her fingers through her short brush of hair to make it stick up and putting on a clean t-shirt. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, the question on her lips making her blush just a little which infuriated the defensive part of her brain.

“Do you really… think I’m pretty?” Part of her mind hated herself for even asking such an asinine question. Falling for his slick lines like a naive schoolgirl.

That large warm hand reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her head up. She resisted meeting his eyes. His thumb caressed her cheek once more as it had when he wiped away her tears.

“Look at me, girl. Look at my eyes.” Reluctantly, she did as directed and gazed into his warm blue eyes. He wore a soft smile under that gray mustache, making the sides of it curl up almost comically. The look he was giving her was of calm warm acceptance of everything she was and that almost floored her.

“Yes, I think you are pretty, girl. More than that, I think you are astonishingly beautiful. And at this very moment I believe you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my life.” She felt her heart skip a beat. “Do you believe me, girl child?”

Amazingly enough, she did. “Y-yes, sir. I believe you.” Another one of those amused chuckles rumbled from his chest.

“I am certain you are the prettiest one in this room, to say the least.”

She laughed. For the first time in days. A spontaneous laugh which felt really good, like a warm spring rain on her face.

Danny fell in love with him right then and there. Not only the prettiest girl in the room, but also the most astonished.

“You are quite aware of what I want, girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes… Master.” He said evenly.

“Y-yes, M-master.” The fact she stuttered the words shamed her a little. But the fact she was able to say them at all made her proud and gave her a sexual rush which scampered up and down her spine like a little ice fairy was dancing there. While she broke out in goose bumps elsewhere a fire suddenly erupted in her lower belly, spreading out from her pussy and Danny realized she was dripping wet between her thighs. No man had ever done that to her before. Hell… most of the girls hadn’t either.

“What will you do for me?”

“Anything you want… Master.”

“You will cook my meals and clean my house.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will wear a collar and walk at the end of my leash.”

“Mmmm… yes, Master.”

“You will kneel at my feet to amuse me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will come to my bed each night willingly. And you will do your very best to please me.”

“Y-yes, M-master. I will…”

“You will be my slave. My pet. My servant and my sex toy.”

“Mmmm… aaahhh…” Danny was almost in a sort of sexual trance. She’d never experienced anything like this before. Part of her mind was immensely startled to realize she was on the verge of orgasm just from listening to his words. “Yes, Master… Oooohhhh…” A small but not inconsiderable wave of pleasure rushed through her body, making her shiver and gasp.

For all of her considerable sexual experience, quite vast considering her age, Danny had never once been with a man. Even before she knew what the word was, she considered herself a lesbian. Men had never held any attraction for her whatsoever. For the most part she was attracted to soft little blonds with big tits. “Femme” girls, to use the popular phrase. Ninety nine percent of the men she had met in her life she considered to be a nuisance to be gotten rid of or a danger to be avoided or frightened away at the point of her knife.

But this one…

This one, in the space of merely a couple of hours had… maybe hypnotized her… maybe something else… and managed to bring her to orgasm with just his words. Had he slipped something in her coffee while they talked at the cafe? Danny didn’t think so, but he also managed to search her bag and steal her knife without her noticing, so she wasn’t sure.

“Ummm… sir?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Did you… give me something?”

“Like?” He seemed confused.

“Did you… drug me?” One of his eyebrows raised and he shook his head.

“No, child. I did not. I do not use drugs. Nor do I utilize them.” He waved a hand. “Yes, I have prescription drugs in my cabinet. The doctor says my cholesterol is too high and I have a few painkillers left over from an old injury. But I haven’t touched them in ages. But while we are on the subject…” He waved a hand towards her bag by the door. “I did notice the pills in your bag, dear. I do not use drugs nor do I allow my pets to do so. Once you take my collar your first task will be to flush those down the toilet.” He frowned and Danny got the first glimpse of how scary he could be if he were really angry.

“You will never ever bring anything illegal in my home, girl. Not ever.” The tone of his voice made her shiver deep inside. She lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

“There will be rules here in my home, Danny. Some of them will be rather strict. Like the worst foster home you ever stayed in. Rules and schedules and chores and a curfew that will never be broken. You and I will discover them together. I will give you one chance.” He raised a finger. “One chance to learn each rule. After which if you break it you will be punished. And my methods of punishment are all geared towards making my pets remember the rules.”

“I said I do not and will not hit you and I will not. I will not punch, slap, hit, kick or throw you. I will endeavor never to leave a mark on you that lasts more than ten or fifteen minutes. I will do my best never to leave a bruise or break your skin. Accidents, however, do happen.” He cleared his throat softly. “I am far from perfect.”

“But I will show no hesitation about punishing you for misbehaving or breaking the rules, girl. I will punish you with my words. I will stand you in the corner. I will put you over my lap and take my hand or a paddle or my belt or any other handy object to your bouncy little bottom until you are very very sorry. I do not think you will make the same mistake twice in my home. Are we quite clear on that, pet girl?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“I will be firm, because it is my job. The role I must play in our life. But I will also be fair and just and if I must punish you, I will punish you with love and affection in my heart. Do you think that is fair, love?”

“Yes, Master. I do.”

“So…” He said as he laid his forearm across his thigh, extending one large weathered hand towards her. “Give me your hand, love.”

She just couldn’t get over the way his hand made her feel so small and so soft. Compared to his rough tanned flesh her pale hand looked like that of a porcelain toy. Danny had prided herself all of her life on how tough and resilient she was and yet one touch of this man’s hands stripped away the layers of her hard outer shell as if it never existed, leaving her a small and fragile girl.

If just the touch of his hand could affect her so, what would more be like? What would it feel like to kiss him? To be held in his arms? In his lap? How would it disconcert her when he…

When he…

She gulped and shivered.

Pretending not to notice her inner struggle, Sir caressed the back of her little hand with his thumb.

“This is a very serious and delicate thing we are proposing here, Danny. Not unlike a marriage. Both of us need to want it and need to do our very best to make it work. For me, the choice is quite simple. You are beautiful and sweet and exciting and submissive and I want you very badly. I want you in my heart and in my mind and in my home, my arms and my bed for as long as you will have me.” He placed a hand over his heart while his thumb caressed the back of her delicate little hand laying in his other palm.

“So I guess the answer is up to you, dear. Will you accept my collar? Will you accept me as your master? Be my pet girl, my servant, partner, lover and friend?”

Danny’s mind was in a turmoil. It had all happened so quickly. It was just this morning she had answered a personal ad online. A kink friendly social network site she trolled now and then. Answering an ad from a man, of all things. Asking questions because he had intrigued her. Spending the morning emailing back and forth. Setting up a meet, which had both frightened and excited her. Meeting her first real Dom.

And that meeting… what? Three hours ago? Maybe four? Just so quickly and here she was… her lips poised to say “yes” to his proposal. A man of all things! A man!

A man who…

Made her feel beautiful and sweet and exciting and submissive.

Things she had never felt about her self before.

A man who had managed to bring her to orgasm with nothing more than words and a soft touch on her hand.

A man who was opening up a world she had never really imagined before.

Slowly, Danny leaned over and kissed the side of his thumb.

“Yes, Master. I will. I will be… all of those things… for you.”

“Good girl. Come here, love.” He hooked a hand behind her neck and pulled her in to meet his lips. She closed her eyes as they kissed. “Just like a girl.” she thought to herself. Master’s mouth was warm and he kissed her hungrily, like a great wolf starving for prey. His mustache tickled the sides of her face and she could feel the rough rasp of the whiskers on his chin scraping against her flesh. The hand on the back of her neck held her tightly to him but not so hard she couldn’t have pulled away if she wished. He moved and her mouth opened to him, his tongue slipping past her lips.

Manhandled. It was an apt and fitting word, even if it was a little too crude to describe what he was doing. Sure, Danny had been manhandled before. Mostly by drunken assholes who wanted to show the lesbian chick “what a real man was like.” She’d always fought them off with a few choice words and threats to the source of their manhood.

But what Sir was doing to her was more… refined. He wasn’t forcing her. He wasn’t forcing himself on her. It was more like… directing her. Making her move the way he wanted and do what he wanted without using any pressure at all. Making sure she knew what he wanted in a way that made sure she was willing to go along.

He was dominating her. With his lips and one hand.

And she was submitting to him without a thought. She even noticed her hand was slowly tracing up and down his forearm, fingers idly playing on the landscape of his muscles, feeling them move under his skin. The course thick hair on his arm was an interesting feeling, but one she only noticed viscerally. For the most part she was lost in his lips. Most of the girls Danny had met and romanced did not know how to kiss properly. They just went about it like they were mashing lips and nothing more.

But this… man.

He knew how to kiss.

Thoroughly and completely.

It was as if at that very moment nothing else in the universe existed but Danny and he was focusing the entirety of his being on her. He wasn’t thinking about other girls or his unpaid bills or wondering if there was anything on his web page he needed up update or even whether or not he was going to get laid later. All that mattered was his connection to her through his lips and he acted as though if that precious connection was broken, the universe would pop like a soap bubble and disappear. Danny had never once in her life had even the briefest connection with another person like that before and she lost herself in the sensation.

She didn’t want it to stop.

But soon enough it did. The universe didn’t pop out of existence as it was replaced by something different. Sir folded her in his arms and pulled her into his chest, almost completely enveloping all of her from the waist up. Ear against his ribs, Danny could hear the lazy lub-dub of his heartbeat and that calm measured beat spread a peace through her which went all the way to her bones.

“I have been startled by more things in the last couple of hours…” She thought from her comfy nest deep in his arms. “Than I have been all of my life up to this moment. If this man surprises me one more time I might fall over dead.”

He did and fortunately she didn’t.

Danny felt his lips on the top of her head, then he took her by the shoulders and pushed her back so he could look down at her face. One finger went under her chin, tipping her face up.

“This is what you want, girl?”

“Yes, Master.” She said serenely. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“Are you sure?” He whispered. She nodded.

“Yes, Master. I am sure.” That warm chuckle of his made her heart flutter. Releasing her, he leaned back in his chair.

“Good girl, Danny.” There was a pause and his eyes narrowed. “Strip.”

That took a second for her to process.

“What?” Hastily she added. “Sir?” He waved a hand.

“Strip, pet girl. Do it now. I want to see all of you.”

“Oh… Y-yes, Master.”

Scooting her butt around, Danny began fumbling with her boot laces. Her fingers were shaking and it aggravated her which of course made her fumble worse. She started getting angry with herslf.

“Stop.” He said, in that way he had which stood for no questions. She froze in place.

“Close your eyes, little love.” She did so.

“Take a deep breath. Alllll the way in…” She did as he instructed.

“Now let it out slowly…”

“One more time, dear. Looooooong breath in…”

“And out…”

“Do you want to be my pet, Danny?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to please your master, girl child?”

“Yes, Sir. I do!”

“Then take your clothes off, love. Let me see all of you. Let me see all of my beautiful pet girl.”

“Mmm…” She felt a smile twist one corner of her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

Amazingly enough, her fingers seemed to be working much better now. The laces almost fell open and one by one her boots clunked to the floor quickly followed by her socks. Rising, she shrugged off her leather jacket and tossed it to the floor. Danny’s loose blue jeans slid to the floor and she stepped out of them and paused, wearing nothing but her underpants and t-shirt.

Never before had she ever felt the need to be “girlie” in front of anybody. So accustomed to playing the tough tomboy role it had become a part of her, even if there wasn’t anybody to witness it. But at this moment she felt slightly ridiculous standing in front of Sir wearing a pair of boys boxer briefs and a “wife beater” t-shirt. The bits of her attire that always impressed those air-headed girls she’d managed to romance and fuck now seemed stupid and embarrassing.

The man was unraveling her entire life.

And she was letting him do it. Helping him, even.

His eyes never wavered and his smile didn’t even twitch.

“All of it, my little pet.” He said softly. “I want to see all of my pretty pet girl. Do it now.”

“Yes… Master.” Danny skinned the t-shirt up over her head and dropped it and in one more motion slid the boxers down her legs and kicked them away. For the very first time ever she was completely naked in front of a man. She felt vulnerable and self conscious, which infuriated the defensive part of her mind and she fought to keep from hunching over and putting her hands across her breasts and crotch.

Even as a little girl, Danny had never been happy with her body. She avoided mirrors for the most part and never looked at herself naked. Ever. Compared to other girls, she thought her breasts were too small and her hips too wide and her face too plain. To her, she looked like a boy. So a boy was what she became.

Now this man was making her wish she looked more like a girl.

Almost, she wished he would snort or shake his head so she could angrily go back to the role she was so comfortable with. In a flash, she could be dressed and gone and never look back.

He didn’t, of course.

“Stand up straight, pet. Hands behind your neck. Eyes forward. Spread your feet.” Startled from her inner conflict, she did as she was told. She could feel his eyes on her as he rose from his chair and walked around and around her. Those nagging inner doubts whispering in the back of her mind told her in that position with her arms raised made her already smallish breasts flatten against her chest and almost disappear.

On the second lap around, he stopped behind her. Silent for a moment.

A touch. She almost flinched and only stilled her body by sheer force of will.

His fingers played across hers locked behind her neck, his thumb rubbing the skin below. Then his palm covered her hands, fingers twining in her short hair as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“You are so very pretty, love. I want you so badly it makes me ache inside.”

Danny wanted to fall to her knees and weep at his words. And once again she felt that fire growing in her belly and the dampness between her thighs.

Holy fuck! How did he keep doing that? Oooohhh… god…

For a moment he stepped away and the girl heard a door open and shut before he walked back into view. In his hands he carried a black mat of some sort, about two feet wide by three feet long. He placed it short ways in front of his chair so it would fit between his feet, then resumed his place in his chair. One hand gestured towards the mat.

“Right here, pet girl. Hands on top of your thighs.” He smiled as she knelt in front of him. Turning to the side table, he pulled open a drawer and turned back with a collar in his hands. It was simple and plain. Black leather with a brass buckle and a brass loop for a leash.

“This is just a simple collar, little pigeon. A beginners collar for a beginner pet. I know it isn’t much. But perhaps later you and I can discover what sort of collar suits you the best. What matters the most at this very moment is if you will accept it. If you will wear my collar willingly and proudly and be my pet girl. Now…” He raised a finger in warning. “This isn’t a thing to enter into lightly, girl. It is much like a marriage proposal, as I said earlier. Something I take rather seriously and I hope you do as well.”

“I know… some… of your history, Danielle. I work fast when I need to, but I didn’t have the time to learn everything. I am hoping to save most of the discovery for the future. That is so much fun…” He stopped and took a breath.

“But I digress. One of the things I know is you have never really been… with a man before. Or a Dom of any kind. And now you are trying to do both at once. This is not going to be easy for you, love. I want you to make your decisions with your eyes wide open.”

“This lifestyle is all about consent and choices, dear. By taking my collar you are choosing me. You are consenting to whatever I plan on doing to and with you. You are agreeing your heart and your mind and that… so very sweet little body of yours… belong to me and only to me, to do with as I wish.”

Danny could not help smiling at his flatteries. Even if it was a bit of a wry smile. She’d used those words on other girls so many times but she’d never heard them come from anyone else’s mouth directed at her. She couldn’t help but think if she had been half as convincing as he was, she would have gotten laid a lot more often.

The man knew how to turn on the charm and shovel out the bullshit. An ability, she suspected, which was prerequisite for being a successful Dom.

So… How much of his words were real and how much bullshit?

Thinking on it for a moment, kneeling there naked in front of this strange… very strange man… Danny decided it didn’t matter. Even if it all ended five minutes from now it would have been worth it. In the space of a couple of hours this… man… had made her feel more warm, more alive and more loved than she had ever felt before. He had, using only his words for the most part, pulled her straight out of her comfort zone and showed her things she had never even imagined. Things and experiences she only thought happened in porn and not in real life.

And that was just in the first two hours. What would the next two be like?

Danny, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into here?

Raising her hands, she touched Sirs as they lay on his thighs. Those hands were so big. The size of catcher’s mitts. Large and strong and rough with callouses and scars, yet warm and gentle at the same time. His fingers uncurled to allow her access to his palms and the collar he was offering her. One finger traced over the leather, wondering what it would feel like around her neck. Not just the stiff of the leather and the cool smoothness of the brass but the meaning of the thing as well. To put that thing willingly around her neck signifying this man owned her completely.

He was so… big. Every lover she had ever had was smaller than she was. Petite. With big tits, of course. That was the way she liked them. Girly femme girls. In comparison he was monstrously huge. Sir filled the room with his body and his presence. He was the complete antithesis or every lover she had ever taken to bed. Large and rough and hairy.

And a man.

The thought of being in bed with him… his huge body on top of her… taking her as his… inside her body… Danny shuddered and his fingers closed around her hands gently.

“Tell me, love.”

“I’m…” She turned her head away.

“Nervous?” He asked. “Uncomfortable? Frightened? Scared half out of your wits?” The girl felt a deep heat spreading across her cheeks which made her hang her head lower. Blushing was something she never did. It made her feel weak and vulnerable. Conditions she had fought against all of her young life.

“Yes, Sir. All of those things.” The man lifted her hand and placed it against his lips, kissing the side of one finger. Then he gathered both of her hands together and held up the simple strip of leather in front of her eyes.

“We do not have to do this thing, Danny. You do not have to take my collar to earn my love and affection. Or even just my friendship. You have already achieved all of those.” He made a motion like tossing it away. Her eyes followed it’s every move. “I can put it back in the drawer or toss it in the corner to moulder for all eternity.” His eccentric way with words brought a little smile to the corner of her lips. “We can toss it in the recycling bin or the trash or, if you like, you can get dressed again and you yourself can put it in the barrel and set it on fire. You and I can stand and warm our hands on the flames of your collar until nothing is left and you will be free to go merrily on your way.” Danny started to say something and he interjected. “But be advised…” His stern voice wiped away whatever it was she was going to say. “If you decide on that course of action I will no longer be your Master.” Then his voice softened and he squeezed her fingers gently. “But I will still be your friend, Danny.”

“Oh…” It drove her slightly nuts with all of the words and emotions flooding through her mind all that managed to come out was “Oh…” Once again he made a motion as if to throw the collar away and her hand came up.

“Please, Sir!” His bushy gray mustache twitched.

“Yes, dear?” Slowly Danny put both hands on his knees and lowered her head until she was looking at the floor between his feet.

“Please allow me to wear your collar, Master.” There was a short silence.

“You wish to be my pet.”

“Yes, Master.”

“My property.”

“Yes, Master.”

“My lover and my servant and my play toy.”

“All of those things, Master.”

“Hmmm…” He rumbled. One large warm hand settled on the back of her neck, fingers brushing her skin.

“I will give you my collar, girl. Under one condition.”

“Anything you wish, Master. I am yours.” His hand dipped down under her chin.

“Then look me in the eye while I put it on you, girl.”

“Oh…” He kept reducing her to that same word. It was somewhat maddening. The smile which greeted her raised eyes made her feel warm all over.

“Yes, Master.”

Two

Much to her surprise, Danny had slept. Fitfully off and on, but she had slept. The heat from Sirs body had made her overly warm in the night and the hairs from his chest tickled her chin and her nose. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to being close to someone so hairy.

Each time she awakened in the night he was aware of it. Either that or he was remarkably empathetic in his sleep. No sooner did her eyes jerk open than his arm would tighten across her shoulders or back, giving her a pat and whispering “Sssshhhh… it’s okay, love. I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

It worked every time. No sooner than the words left his lips she laid her head back down on his chest, cuddled back into his body and drifted back off to sleep.

Happy.

Warm.

Comfortable.

And his.

The house hadn’t seemed like much from the outside. Just another one story house on the fringes of the suburban development area of the town. It set back a little from the road with a large well kept swath of grass in the front yard and the hint of trees and bushes in the back. Sir had taken Danny on a tour of the house with several different agendas on his mind. The spare bedroom and bath were plain and lightly used, but the other bedroom was turned into a library stuffed almost to overflowing with books. One of her duties in his house, Sir explained, was to organize the library to make it easier to find things. Eyes wide at the piles and stacks of reading material, she wondered if it was a task she would ever finish.

The kitchen was large and modern and well equipped with a pantry bigger than some of the rooms Danny had rented. Next to the chair at the head of the dining table was a small low wooden bench. When she pointed to it, Sir said “Go fetch the mat from in front of my chair, pet.” When she returned he directed her to place it in front of the wooden bench and kneel down on it. It didn’t take her too long to figure it out.

“Is this… where I will eat, Sir?” His smile was one of pride. Not in the fact he was having her kneel on the floor to eat, but pride in her for understanding so quickly.

“Yes, love. When I sit down to eat as meal, you will be here at my side. Just as you will be when I am sitting in my chair in the living room, you will be here. Always within my view and always within arms reach.”

“Oh…” There it was again. “Of course, Master.”

It didn’t seem, at first glance, that keeping Sir’s house clean and tidy was going to be too much of a chore. Master’s house was kept fairly neat and clean. Although she hadn’t lived anywhere for very long, she was always rather neat about her living spaces. She had always traveled light and not having much in the way of things made you want to keep what you had in good repair. In her travels she had seen (and slept in) places you couldn’t have cleaned with a blowtorch and a bulldozer.

Several times during the tour Sir had stopped her with his hands and his words to correct her posture. Danny had never spent much time naked out of bed or in the shower and it took a force of will and several reminders from the man who was now her Master to keep her from covering her body with her hands. Once or twice he’d begun with a slap on her bottom to get her attention. Hard enough to elicit a squeak from her lips and leave a pink mark on her pale skin.

“This body belongs to me, girl child. You are not allowed to cover it up, ever. This beautiful sweet little body is mine to look at and touch and play with whenever and however I wish. I am your master, girl. And your master wants to look at you always. Come here.” Taking her by one elbow and a hand in the small of her back, he steered her to a full length mirror hanging in the hallway.

She’d never cared much for mirrors and as such tried to avert her gaze, but his hand on her chin kept her face forward. His eyes stared into hers through the mirror with his lips right by her ear, speaking softly.

“Look at this face, pet. Not as your own, from the outside. Look at it as if you were trying to seduce this girl. How could you not be enchanted by such a face? Those big brown soft eyes. The little locks of hair hanging down, catching in her eyelashes now and then. High artistic cheekbones a Greek goddess would envy. Those soft kissable lips. With that little curl in one corner, making it look like a smile was just hidden out of sight.” His hand slid down the front of her throat, bumping over the leather of the collar.

“This long pretty neck. A perfect place for a collar. Or lips.” He bent his head and kissed the side of her neck between her ear and the collar, making her shiver just a little. “I could easily spend a lifetime..” He whispered softly. “Exploring this pretty neck with my lips.”

Both hands now… fingertips trailing across her collar bone, spreading out on both sides.

“These strong shoulders. Not some fragile fainting girl but a woman. A warrior woman who isn’t afraid of anyone or anything. Strong. Confident. Able to bear any hardship and survive. Strong, yes…” He paused and kissed the top of her shoulder lightly. “Made even more so by your ability to face up to your choices. It takes incredible strength to be a submissive, girl. Incredible.” He kissed her again and whispered. “I envy that strength, love.”

Damn him, anyway. He was making her feel good about herself. She felt those large hands slide down the front of her chest, cupping a tit in each palm. Her nipples went instantly hard at his touch as they disappeared beneath his huge hands.

“These little beauties.” he murmured. “So enchanting and exquisite. Compact and firm and exciting. Absolutely perfect.” His grip shifted just a fraction, lightly pinching her little nubs between his thick fingers, making her gasp and shiver again. “I could write reams of poetry on your sweet little mounds, love.”

Once again Danny found her cheeks flushed warm. She wasn’t used to this kind of flattery. Part of her mind was filing away his words and phrases, wishing she’d had his silver tongue earlier in life. Oh, the girls she could have lured into her bed with such words!

Those hands were on the move again, bumping over her taut little nubs and bringing another shiver to her frame. One hand slipped down and gripped her slim waist and the other down over her taut belly stopping just at the tip of the little patch of fur between her thighs. His little finger rested a quarter of an inch above the top of her slit. So close and yet so far away. To her chagrin, she heard a little groan of desire escape from her lips.

“Do you believe I desire you, pet girl? Do you believe I find you beautiful?”

“Y-yes, Master.”

“I want to see you just like this, love. Naked and beautiful and mine until the day I die.” Danny’s hips moved of their own accord, as if trying to move his touch just a little closer to her pussy. She was so wet it felt like she would start dripping down her thighs. Those bright blue eyes bored into hers through the mirror like a snake about to devour a mouse and she found herself unable to look away.

“Put your hand on top of mine, girl.” She knew without asking which hand he was referring to. It was a struggle to stop there. The tip of his boot bumped into the inside of her ankle.

“Spread your legs for me.” That phrase echoed back and forth through her mind. Something she never dreamed of hearing from a man. Just moving made little ripples of pleasure race up and down her belly and the cool air against her overly warm pussy brought forth another little groan of desire.

“Look at that girl.” he growled into her ear. “I want her. I desire her more than life itself. I want to spend the rest of my life exploring her body with my hands and my lips and my cock. I want to find ways to make her whimper with desire and scream in ecstasy.”

“Mmmhhh…” Danny had never heard such a sexy moan come from her own mouth before. It so perfectly echoed her own need. Sirs free arm went around her waist, pulling her back into his body.

“Seduce this sweet little pet girl for me, love. Take her for your Master. Touch her. Make her mine. Make that girl come hard and long, pet.”

“Oh…” It was barely a breath of a whisper. “Yes, Master. Mmmm… Aaaahhh…” One slim finger dipped between her pussy lips, the heel of her hand still resting atop his. Her body shuddered at the touch and she felt sweat breaking out from all of her pores. Her experienced fingers had explored many a wet pussy in her time but it had never been hers. Not like this. It felt as if she was plugged into a hot wet light socket as wave after wave of orgasm raced up and down her spine.

“Ohh! Oh god… I… Mmmm… M-mas… Oooohhh…!” The world went away and nothing existed but the feel of her fingers on her pussy and Master’s touch. His hand above her slit and his arm around her waist and the feel and sound of him whispering into her ear above the sound of her own delight. Never before had she ever been so aware of her partner while making love and never ever ever had her own fingers brought her to her peak so quickly, let alone multiple times.

“Good girl… good girl… good girl…” The deep rumbling voice growled softly.

At that very moment Danny felt like a very good girl indeed. If she’d been in another state of mind the phrase might have been taken as a bit condescending and insulting.

But she was, after all, his pet girl. And she felt like a very good and very lucky girl indeed.

Through the haze of her euphoria she felt his hand close around her wrist, drawing her fingers from between her soaking wet thighs. That last final touch and even the absence of it against her throbbing clit brought one final wave of orgasm crashing through her weary synapses. Danny’s mouth fell open in a moan and Sir brought her fingers up and held them to her lips.

“Taste the girl, pet. Lick her juices from her fingers.” Greedily, Danny sucked her own fingers into her mouth, tongue lashing around and around to clean every last bit off her skin.

Naturally she had tasted a lot of pussy in her life.

But none of it had ever tasted as good as this.

Oh… My… God…

She’d never…

Not even…

Did that just…?

Oh… My… God…

Sir’s strong arms held her as she sagged against his body. When her fingers slipped from her lips he held her arm across her chest with the other arm around her waist, keeping her from dropping to the floor. Danny felt like she was wrapped in ten miles of electric blanket and a down comforter atop the most comfortable bed in history. She could sleep for a month.

Even if she was standing in the middle of his hallway.

What an amazing day…

A soft kiss on the side of her head jerked her out of her reverie and back into the real world. His chuckle in her ear was both knowing and amused.

“Come on, pet.” He said with another kiss and a pat on her bottom. “One more room I want to show you, then we can get you cleaned up.”

The room was dimly lit, even with the lights on the nightstands burning. Most of it was because the room was done almost entirely in black. The walls, carpeting, furniture, drapes and the bedding were all black. The ceiling was done in a dusky gray like the moment between sunset and total darkness.

“Our bedroom.” he said simply.

Once again she was amazed at how he could pour so much meaning into two words. Since the house and everything in it (including her) belonged to him, she fully expected him to say “My bedroom.” But the fact of including her in his statement drove home her commitment and her involvement and the fact that very soon she would be expected to share a bed with a man for the very first time in her life.

The notion shook her when she thought about it.

The first touch of his hand had been intimidating. Taking her little knife from his palm. The little sliver of steel which had been her backup for so many years now seemed shrunken and ridiculous.

The first kiss had been eye opening. An act she had avoided for so many years. Sir had owned her with just his lips and one hand. In an instant Danny had learned the difference between kissing someone and being kissed.

There’s a big difference, if you look at it.

Then there was whatever the fuck he had done to her out there in the hallway. She could feel her legs and thighs shaking even now and her insides felt like a handful of guitar strings. Before, she avoided mirrors as they didn’t interest her at all. Now just the thought of looking at herself in a mirror made her thighs twitch.

That Sir had announced this room to be “their” bedroom brought back another wave of anxiety. Standing there looking at “their” bed made her insides turn to soup. The thought of Sir… laying on top of her… inside of her… made it a little difficult to breathe.

She’d never been one to run away from things, but for the first time she was considering it. She just… wasn’t sure she would even survive the experience. It was such an alien concept her mind reeled.

A hand on her hip broke through the fog of her reverie.

“Come, pet. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Taking her unresisting hand in his, he towed her into the bathroom.

In contrast to the intimidating darkness of the bedroom, the bathroom was almost blinding. Porcelain and white tile and… mirrors. It seemed there was a mirror everywhere she looked. Danny almost gave herself a headache trying to look away from them.

But as a bathroom, it was pretty freaking impressive. Twin sinks with plenty of counter space around. A ginormous garden tub big enough for at least two people Sir’s size. Danny imagined immersing herself up to her chin in hot steaming water and spending all day long in there. One of the more “girlie” pleasures she allowed herself. The shower was the size of a walk in closet with big glass doors and a keypad on the wall outside.

“We’ll set you up a program of your own, dear. Temps and shower heads and such. For now we will use mine, though.” As he pushed a button water sprayed from three shower heads mounted in different places on the walls and ceiling. The room began rapidly filling up with steam. He sat down on the toilet and began unlacing his boots. His chin pointed to a spot on the wall. “Hang your collar up there, love.”

It didn’t surprise Danny much there was a separate hook hanging next to the towel bar. Sir being prepared for having a pet just fit the way he thought things out. Even though she’d only been wearing that collar for an hour or so, she felt even more naked without it and when she hung her collar on the hook she once again found herself fighting the urge to cover her body with her hands.

“Stand up straight, girl.” She was sure he hadn’t even been looking at her when he said that. He just seemed to know… To distract herself, the girl looked at Sir’s broad back while he fiddled with the controls of the shower. Wide bands of muscle flowed under his skin. A few more scars. The man was built like a football player. Even though she wasn’t really all that good a judge of men she could tell the man had a pretty good looking body. Well muscled with just a thin layer of fat over the top, softening him and making him… cuddly.

The word as it flew through her mind almost made her giggle aloud. Thinking of her big scary hairy Dom Sir Master as a big cuddly teddy bear broke the tension in her mind and allowed her to breathe normally for the first time since they first met.

Then… oh my god.

He turned and held out his hand.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god.

He was… huge.

Even soft, he was huge. Danny had never had anything inside her larger than two of her fingers or small slim vibrators. The cock hanging down between his legs was almost as big around as her wrist and at least… seven inches long. Her throat clamped down on a little scream and panic flitted around her mind like a paranoid hummingbird on crack.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…!

Seemingly oblivious, Sir took her hand to pull her into the shower and shut the door. Three different shower heads rained hot water down her body getting her instantly wet from head to toe. His hands went to her shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles briefly. He seemed to know just the right spots to hit. Through the splash of the deluge she heard him lean in and whisper “Relax.”

As if Danny had taken him to be her servant rather than the other way around, Sir spent the next ten minutes moving her around under the different spray nozzles, washing her from head to toe. He tipped her head back and shampooed her hair, fingertips massaging her scalp. A soapy washcloth left not an inch of her body unscrubbed, leaving her pink and clean all over.

She almost rebelled when he turned to her with a razor in his hand and it took a few stern words and warnings of dire consequences before she would allow herself to stand still long enough. Never ever before had anyone else ever shaved her. Not anywhere.

Especially down there.

He must have had some experience, though. For soon enough she was clean as a whistle without a hair to be seen anywhere below her neck. The experience left her even pinker and a little shaken. Sir kissed her and murmured “Good girl” leaving her under one of the shower heads to relax while he washed and shaved himself.

Of course he only shaved his face.

Another first followed immediately after as he toweled her dry and buckled the collar back around her neck.

And another fifteen minutes later as she knelt next to his chair in the dining room, eating a bowl of soup and a sandwich from the little bench. Now and then Sir, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, reached down to touch her shoulder or the back of her neck or to tug gently on her slightly damp hair.

In between bites of sandwich and spoonfuls of soup, he instructed her on what her chores will be on a daily basis around the house. At first it just seemed like he was rambling. Moving from chore to chore, telling her how he wanted things done. It took a few minutes for her to realize what he was doing was distracting her mind. As intuitive and as observant as he was, Sir had seen she was shaken after the little ordeal in the shower and was doing his level best to direct her thoughts toward other things.

Even though she knew what he was doing, Danny let herself relax and fall into the casual atmosphere Sir was trying to create. She allowed herself to take the mental equivalent of a long deep breath and just enjoyed his company all through the meal and the cleanup afterward.

“You are my pet and my servant, girl.” Sir said with his hands down in the soapy dish water. “But you are not a slave and I am not lazy enough to need one. Some of the chores will be yours alone but I am also expected to work, dear. Inside and outside of the house. Yes, there will be times when I will sit and watch you work. Purely for the joy of looking at your sweet body.” She felt another blush race across her cheeks.

“But I will not ask you to do anything I would not do myself under other circumstances. Most days we will work together, love. At my direction, of course.” He added with a chuckle.

She found herself laughing softly alongside him as she rinsed the dishes and put them in the rack. The fact she felt so at ease left her a bit startled. Who was this man and what was he trying to do to her? Drive her crazy?

Once the cleanup was over he took her by the hand once more, saying simply “Come.” Sir led her to his chair in the living room but instead of having her kneel at his feet, he pulled her up into his lap and wrapped her in his arms. Danny buried her head under his chin, turning her face into his chest. For a long moment she was just lost in the warmth and security of being in Sir’s lap. Even if she was nervous about what was going to come later, she knew he would protect her. He seemed the kind of man who would fight for what was his.

As recently as a few hours ago the thought of being curled up in a mans lap would have been met with scorn and revulsion. Of course almost everything she had done and said and experienced since she walked into this house would have been beyond imagination.

“Deconstructed.” She thought. “That’s what he is doing to me. Taking me apart and putting me back together in a different way. Making me into his perfect submissive little pet.”

The defensive part of her mind screamed in anger. “I don’t need to change! If he doesn’t want me as I am, then he can go fuck himself!”

Her reply to herself was interrupted by Sirs lips on the top of her head and a squeeze of his arms around her body. When he spoke it was muffled slightly by his lips being still pressed against her scalp but clear and startling enough.

“Don’t ever change, pet girl. You are perfect just the way you are.” Danny was stunned into silence.

Was he reading her mind?

Part of his plan seemed to be to keep her off balance, never letting her thoughts to settle into a groove. Always changing the game and the subject, forcing Danny to scramble to keep up. His arm went from around her shoulders to slip under her knees, lifting and rotating her until she lay on her back in his lap cradled in one arm like an infant. He smiled gently down at her as his hand rested in the center of her chest right over her heart.

“Take a deep breath, love.” She did as she was instructed and his hand rode up and down with the movement of her rib cage.

“One more, Danielle. In… and out…” She felt herself feeling more relaxed. Her hands came up to cover his. She didn’t even flinch when he used her full name.

“Now close your eyes, pet. Close them… and one more deeeeep breath… and out…”

Was he trying to hypnotize her?

It wouldn’t have shocked Danny all that much to hear him say “No dear, I am not.”

“Right now, dear. This very moment. Are you comfortable?” She nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you regretting your decision to become mine?” She shook her head softly.

“No, Master.” His fingertips drummed softly against the swelling of her soft mound.

“You know, I was emailing with a friend of mine the other day..” The conversational tone didn’t catch her unawares this time. She was getting used to his ability to switch tracks. “He has ponies. The human kind… not my thing really, but there you are… anyway… Max told me that when he takes a new pet he gives them three days to get used to him. Three days to learn the rules and to come to grips with their situation before he takes them into his bed.”

Sir stopped and his fingers slid up to touch her collar and past to grip her chin, his thumb passing lightly over her lips.

“Just a little while ago, love… when I had you strip for me.. when you were naked before me for the very first time… do you remember what I said?” She didn’t have to think very hard. After all, it was only two hours ago.

“Y-yes, Sir. You said I was pretty.” She felt a tinge of that annoying blush spreading across her face. “And… and you said you wanted me so much it made you ache inside. Sir.” She didn’t think she would ever get used to saying things like that about herself.

“All of that was true, pet girl. In my eyes you are more than pretty. You are astonishingly beautiful.” Danny started to say something and he stopped her words with two fingers across her lips.

“Hush, child. Master is talking.” He used the tone which implied severe consequences for misbehavior.

“I was attracted to you the first moment we met. From that time I knew I wanted you. Wanted to take you and make you mine. I wanted you here… in my lap… and at my feet… in my home and my life and my heart and in my bed…” His fingers gripped her collar, large knuckles pressing at her throat. “I wanted to strip you and collar you and take you to my bed and take every single inch of your sweet little body for my pleasure in any way and every way I could. Over and over again.”

His words made the heat blossom anew in her belly. The fire slowly spreading down her thighs as it seemingly spread a chill to the rest of her body like it was concentrating all of her heat in one place. Danny felt goose bumps appear up and down her arms and her nipples went hard as diamonds atop her little tits.

“Mmmm…” She gasped softly. “Yes, Master.”

“I am not a strong nor as patient as my friend. I cannot… will not… wait three days to have you as mine, love.” As he spoke his large hand slid down her body, between her breasts and over her belly, pausing just above her freshly shaved pubic mound. She squirmed a little, desperately wanting him to move closer to the source of her need.

“Spread your legs for me, girl.”

“Oooohhh god… yes, Master.” The hand cupped her pussy and Danny could feel her juices coating his fingers as he touched her. Just that touch drove her closer to the edge.

“Tonight we will sleep, Danielle. Tomorrow you will come to me. You will come and get on your knees and beg your Master to make you his.” His middle finger probed up and down between her lips, sending jolts of electric pleasure up and down her spine. Her hands clutched his arm, trying to pull him deeper inside.

“Yes… oh god, please Master… make me yours…” The tip of is finger slipped into her entrance, pressing in up to his second knuckle, stretching open her channel.

“Oh my god…” She thought in her haze of pleasure. “That’s just his finger inside me. What will it feel like when he… oooohhh god… Mmmmmm…” Danny bucked her hips upward, taking more of the finger inside of her, clamped her thighs around his hand and her mind faded away under the crushing waves of orgasm. She was unaware of the noises she was making. Unaware of the grip her fingers had on his forearm or the way her toes curled up hard. Completely unaware of his soft amused chuckle as he rotated his hand between her thighs bringing her to peak after peak.

But somehow her mind picked up his voice as he spoke to her as he murmured “Good girl… good girl… good girl…”

In that moment she wanted nothing more in life than to be his good girl.

Long minutes later she lay in a stupor, sprawled across her Masters lap. Barely aware but just cognizant enough when he placed his finger between her lips to clean her own juices from his skin with her tongue. Barely aware when he lifted her in his arms like she was a doll and carried her down the hallway to his… our! …bedroom. Just barely conscious when he lay her down on the mattress, stripped and slid in beside her before covering them both with the covers. Just aware enough to curl up next to him and lay her head on his chest, feeling his strong arm pulling her close into his body.

The last thing she was aware of was his lips on the top of her head and his voice.

“Sleep, my little pet.”

Surprisingly, she did.

Three

Being naked.

All of the time.

It took some getting used to.

Rarely in any of her past relationships had Danny gotten to that “padding around the house naked and fondling each other” level of comfort. For the most part she was usually the one pulling on her pants and slipping out the door as soon as whoever it was there in bed had fallen asleep.

“Just like a guy.” She’d thought to herself.

“Or, so I’ve been told, anyway.”

At least he’d allowed her to wear an apron while cooking breakfast.

Danny discovered there was a zen-like quiet intensity to kneeling on the little mat to eat her meals. A very pointed reminder of who and what she was now and how she had come to accept it. She recalled one time looking at the Japanese tea ceremony and how it reflected on the fact while even though things were done in the same way, they were never exactly the same. The little rituals Sir was introducing her to were kind of like that.

Or maybe she was thinking too deeply into it. Something about this new lifestyle was giving Danny a lot of time to think, as if Sir was shutting out the hustle and bustle of the outside world and turning her thoughts inside herself. She didn’t have to think about where she was going, where to find some work, what she was going to eat or where she was going to sleep and with whom.

All of those decisions were made for her. By him.

Despite the newness of the situation and what anxieties she might have about this new relationship, it was startlingly peaceful. She recalled the day before when he was offering her peace and her doubts as to his ability. Now there was a calm in her mind which allowed her to breathe normally for the first time in… forever.

Sir’s fingers touched the back of her neck while she ate. She looked up at him and gave him a little smile.

Being touched all of the time was something else she needed to get used to. Several times while she was preparing their breakfast Sir had come up and touched her here and there. Whether it was a hand on her shoulder and a kiss on the back of her neck or a pat and squeeze on her bottom. A couple of times he had slipped a hand under her apron to pinch her nipples and make her shiver. Once he’d even slid his hand down her belly right above her pubic mound and pulled her back into his body as he leaned down to her ear and growled “I want you, pet girl.”

Only Sir’s quick reaction time had kept and entire skillet of sausages from ending up on the floor.

And Danny’s strange day had continued on from there.

Her eyes flickered back and forth while she worked. The little grains of sand made their way down the neck of the hourglass to form a shifting little pile in the bottom bulb. She folded the last thing from the dryer as the last of the grains tumbled down. All of the clothes she had arrived with… all of her clothes, as a matter of fact… were now washed and folded and ready to be put away. One lingering touch on the pile as she wondered idly if she would ever wear any of them again. Then she grabbed up the hourglass and trotted down the hallway to find her Master.

He’d given her a list of chores and the hourglass to carry with her.

“Thirty minutes, sweet pet.” He’d said. “Every thirty minutes come find me and give me a kiss.” He leaned down and kissed her. “That’s the longest I want to be away from those amazing lips.” Danny found herself blushing like a schoolgirl around him and his slick words. He’d also managed to keep the heat in her belly at a slow rolling boil all morning. None of her other lovers had ever managed to make her this horny for this long before. But then none of them were as experienced as her Master. He was an expert in teasing her and making her want.

She found him where he’d been most of the morning, at his computer desk in the back corner of the living room. Danny could hear the rattle of the keys as he typed. Even though he had to look at the keyboard she was still amazed someone with such big fingers could type as rapidly as he did.

Not wanting to break his concentration, she set the hourglass down on one corner of his desk and went to kneel at his feet until he took a moment to notice her. Pausing his motion with only one hand, Sir patted his knee and she clambered up and perched her bottom there, feet dangling inches from the floor. He typed furiously for a second or two then reached for her with both hands, wrapping them around her waist. Lifting Danny as if she weighed nothing at all, he pulled her all the way into his lap. One arm went around her waist and he went back to typing.

She put one hand in the center of his chest and slipped the other arm around his back before stretching up to give him a small peck on the cheek. He rewarded her with a smile that went all the way up to his eyes, even though they never left the screen and the keyboard.

Then she noticed he was typing an email and even though she didn’t want to pry into his private affairs (thinking surely it would make her Master cross with her and maybe earn one of those spankings he kept alluding to) she peeked at what he was writing there:

“… been doing small chores around the house all morning. It’s all I can do to stop from staring at her, the girl is so perfect. Just having her in my house is making me crazy, wanting her.”

Intrigued, Danny kept reading.

“You should see her right now, Max. She is sitting cuddled up in my lap, trying hard not to read what I am typing, but I know she is going to peek. So I’ll tell you All of the fun things which will make her blush. She’s tiny and firm and compact. Barely weighs a thing. I can almost put my hands all the way around her waist. She has a sweet face which needs nothing in the way of makeup to make her beautiful. Small firm titties (my very favorite kind) and hard very sensitive nipples. Smooth pale skin, wide hips and very nice soft thighs atop some strong legs. A cute firm little butt which is nice to the touch and looks delicious when she walks. I can’t wait to see what it feels like when she’s bent face down over my lap. I’m sure the time will come soon.”

Blushing hard, her eyes continued on down the page.

“She feels good. She looks amazing. She smells wonderful.

Despite being small, the girl is quite strong. Both in body and in spirit. She’s had to live out on her own most of her life and she did very well for herself. Intelligent and quite well read even if she lacks a lot of formal schooling. You know me, I almost always fall in love with their minds before I even notice their body. This one caught me right away.

Tonight, if she is willing (and I think she will be) I am going to take her to my bed and make her mine. Just a few hours from now. My mind and body are burning with anticipation. So far it has taken all of my will not to be walking around hard as a rock all of the time.

Last night almost killed me. I brought her into the shower with me and I almost bit both of my lips off trying to keep from getting hard. I washed her and shaved that sweet little pussy clean and I will do the same again tonight before I take her to bed for the first time.”

Danny felt that flush of heat down between her thighs again.

“Max, I am really hoping this girl will be my last pet ever. I want to keep this one until the end of my days. She’s perfect.

I’ll keep you updated.

-Darrex”

Danny felt her face flaming red and she turned into his chest to hide her reaction, even though she knew he’d been watching out of the corner of his eye.

“It must be a joke.” Danny thought. “He wouldn’t say things like that about me. Nobody does. He can’t think that… I look like a boy, after all! Surely he can’t mean…” Her eyes widened and she gulped as Sir’s hand moved the mouse and clicked the “Send” button.

“I meant every word of it, pet girl.” He said.

“Oh… Master… I…” As she turned her face up his came down and he kissed her. Roughly. Deeply. Her lips parted to his as his arms held her so tight she almost couldn’t breathe. The scruff on his chin and cheeks scratched against her face and that walrus mustache tickled her nose while his tongue slipped in and out of her mouth. All she could do was relax into his arms and experience it. He was so strong she couldn’t move if she wanted to.

“He’s kissing me like… I’m a girl.” She thought.

“He’s… making me… his girl.”

“And… I like it.”

“I… want to be his girl. More than anything.” Just a little pressure from the palm of her hand against his chest caused him to stop and pull back, slightly. He kissed her several times quickly as if he was both unwilling and unable to stop and when he spoke his lips still moved against hers.

“Yes, my love?”

“M-master, I… Mmmm…” Caught up in the moment she could barely stop her own lips from moving against his as well. Her bottom squirmed in his lap and she felt something pressing up against the bottom of her thigh.

“Oh…”

Sir moved back to look into her eyes and one finger slipped through the ring in her collar, holding her as firmly in place as if she were anchored in concrete.

“Tell your master, pet.” Slim little fingers gripped his wrist where he held her.

“Please let me down, Sir. Please…”

“Very well, love.” He sounded a little disappointed then raised an eyebrow as she squirmed off his lap and went to her knees between his feet.

Danny was new to this… all of it. There were so many new things coming at her she didn’t really know which way was up. Just yesterday morning she was a confirmed lesbian and a bit of a “dyke chick” if you went by other people’s descriptions.

She didn’t know all of the protocols. Didn’t know how he liked it. She didn’t really know what a submissive was supposed to do when kneeling before her Master. She didn’t know what to do with her hands and after fluttering a little decided it was enough to lay them on top of his hands as they lay on his knees.

She stared up at this big gruff hairy bull of a man who had taken her into his home and turned her whole world upside down. He certainly wasn’t one of those little blond big titted bits of fluff with round heels she had so much enjoyed going to bed with. For one thing since she was kneeling between his feet she could very clearly see the large bulge down the side of his pants leg which even now gave a twitch under the material. An accessory she had never expected a bed partner to possess.

Especially one that big.

Oh my fucking god…

To distract herself, she stared at his hands. Those big rough hands which had given her so much pleasure. One finger absently traced the scar on his skin which went from his knuckle all the way down to the fingertip.

“M-master, I… ummm… I d-don’t… ummm…”

“Take a breath, little love. I’m not going anywhere and I will always listen to you. Take a breath and tell me when you are ready.”

The tone of his voice said he was prepared to sit there forever until she was ready. As if he would wait for an eternity without a complaint. His calm acceptance made her feel warm all over.

Was she really falling in love with… a man?

It seemed she was.

Closing her eyes briefly, Danny took a deep breath and then looked up into those bright blue eyes. She could see his love and his desire for her reflected in them.

“M-master…” She stammered, then swallowed hard, not really believing the words which were coming to her lips. “I don’t… want to wait, Sir. I want… to be yours… now.” She was almost dancing on her knees before him with her need.

“P-please, Master?” he gave her the widest smile she had ever seen before.

“Of course, pet girl. Of course.”

Four

She’d eased back into the steaming bath water with mixed feelings. He had left her sitting on the edge of the porcelain long enough the water had cooled on her skin, raising goose bumps so returning to the heat had felt really good. It also stung just a little bit on her once again freshly shaved pussy.

That was something she didn’t think she would ever get used to. Both being that cleanly bare and him doing that. The whole time she perched on the side of the tub and Sir crouched between her thighs removing only one day of stubble Danny felt herself growing wetter and wetter. And when, after pouring several handfuls of clean water to rinse away the soap he had leaned down and kissed her smooth little mound with his lips, she had almost come right there. She wanted his lips and tongue between her thighs licking her pussy so very badly…

“Mmmm… please, Master…” He chuckled in that annoying way of his and shook his head.

“Not yet, pet girl. I will not allow you to come yet. Come down here.”

When she eased herself back into the steaming water he grabbed her by the waist and turned so she was laying atop his body immersed in his warmth and that of the tub. He arranged her on her side laying against his chest with her legs down in between his. Those strong arms held her against his damp chest and she felt something pressing against the front of her thigh. She reached down without thinking and her fingers closed on the shaft of her Masters cock. A rumble of pleasure erupted from deep in his chest.

“Mmmm… that feels good.”

Danny found herself shaken by mixed emotions. The panic she experienced the other day when she first caught a glimpse of his tool returned when she realized her hand wouldn’t wrap all the way around. “Oh my god… this thing is huge…! It will never…” She shivered hard, which of course transferred to her grip which elicited another rumble of happiness in her ear. She was also caught by the heat and the texture of it as it throbbed in her hand. “It’s so… warm.” She wondered. “So hard and yet.. soft. So… strong. Just like the rest of him.”

She wasn’t completely naïve. She knew some… of what men liked. Hell, it wasn’t that she was against men. It was just most of them she had experienced had been drunken assholes. Her fingers stroked up and down his shaft, pushing back her reluctance to explore her Masters prick. In return his wet hand went up and down her back, all the way from her neck down to cup her bottom in his hand.

“Can you feel how much I want you, little love?”

“Yes, Master. It seems to be pretty apparent.” He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, then patted her bottom.

“I believe it’s time for a learning experience for both of us.”

Bondage.

In her thoughts about finding a Dom and her explorations she had assumed there would be some sort of bondage involved. The fantasy of being tied up had kind of excited her and terrified her at the same time. Growing up as she had she experienced an aversion to being helpless and she had always fought to keep herself from feeling that way, allowing herself at least the illusion of control even if life was sweeping her along like a bit of flotsam in a rip tide.

Now… to put herself in a vulnerable position… to allow and watch and even participate in Sir tying her hands… it made Danny shiver inside. She watched with a frozen fascination as Sir bound her hands in front of her while she held them out. Her mind desperately wanted to jerk free and run away but the heat that was flowing in between her thighs kept her rooted to the spot.

Only by concentrating on his hands and his voice was she able to sit still. Once again she was startled someone with such large hands could be so nimble fingered. The thin rope seemed like kite string in his hands yet it was more than ample to restrain her wrists without digging into her skin.

“I will not hurt you, Danielle.”

“I… I know, Sir. It’s just… it’s… hard, Sir.”

“Yes it is, girl. The first time is always difficult. You are being a very good girl.” She knew it was a simple, trite and somewhat condescending compliment, but it still made her feel warm all over.

“Thank you, Master. I’m… trying.” He paused what he was doing and pulled on her hands, tugging her forward into his lips as he kissed her. One hand held the rope between her wrists and the other held her chin as he looked into her eyes.

“I don’t really need the rope, of course. Would you, if I told you, lay back and spread your legs for me, little pet?” She felt a rush of liquid heat run through her belly.

“Y-yes, Master.” His grip on her chin tightened just enough to make her eyes widen as he held her face immobile.

“And I could very easily hold you down and take you any way I wanted. I am quite a bit stronger than you.” She had absolutely no doubt about that. The man could easily break her in half if he wanted. From the outside or the inside. For the entire time he had been crouched there on the bed binding her wrists his erection had not gone down one bit. It stood up from his crotch like a long thick cobra waiting to strike. The thought of a man Sir’s size taking her against her will almost made her moan in terror. Then his grip softened and he leaned in and kissed her tenderly, chasing away the fear.

“But even though you are little…” he spoke against her lips. “and bound…” A quick peck against her mouth. “and mine… I would not do anything against your will, love.” Another small kiss. “All I will ever do when I want your sweet desirable little body…” And another. “Is ask you to give yourself to me, because you are mine.” A kiss. “And you will lay back and spread your thighs for me.” One more kiss. “Because you are mine.”

Danny desperately wanted to throw herself against his chest and be half smothered inside his arms. All she could do was kiss him back.

“Yes, Master.” she whispered into his mouth. “I am yours.” Sir pulled back and with a few simple moves threaded the last ends of the rope together, snugging them tight and binding her securely. He held her bound wrists in one cupped palm.

“So here’s your choice, little pet.” He nodded his head off to the side. “There is a pair of safety shears over there on the nightstand. If you say ‘free me’ I will cut the rope off and you will be free to either stay or go as is your wish. No hard feelings. But if you do not want to be free, lay back against the pillow and put your hands over your head.”

Her eyes flicked back and forth between her bound wrists and his face. Danny was so far out of her comfort zone for the briefest moment she had absolutely no idea what she might do. This man had given her so many surprises in the last two days… he frightened her and thrilled her in ways she had never imagined.

“M-master?”

“Yes, pet?”

“Will… will you kiss me first?” The ends of his mustache curled up with his lips as he smiled.

“Of course, love. Always.” But just to throw her off once more rather than leaning in he lifted her bound hands and put them over his head, letting her pull against the back of his neck as he kissed her. Danny could feel he was trying to put all of the passion her felt for her into the kiss. And Sir’s hard insistent mouth well telegraphed his aching need for her, as if that hard slab of flesh standing between his legs wasn’t enough.

Both of those signs were more than enough. As much as she wanted to delay the moment of her decision and let the kiss go on forever, Danny lifted her arms from around his neck and lay back on the pillow with her wrists stretched over her head.

“I…” she breathed. “I am yours, Master.” Then she added quickly “M-master?”

“Yes, mine?”

“Do…?” Her face flushed red and she couldn’t believe the words were coming from her own mouth. “D-do you w-want me to s-spread my l-legs for you, Sir?” He leaned over her body and put a hand on her belly, just below her rib cage.

“Yes, my good girl. Open your legs for me, pet. Lift your knees and invite me inside your body. Show your master how much you want him.”

“Oooohhh god… yes, Master.” She couldn’t stop herself from shaking as she put her knees up and parted her thighs, which had been so firmly clamped together. The cool air of the room wafted against her open pussy and she could feel how wet she’d become just in the last couple of minutes.

“Such a good girl. Such a good little pet.” He did something above her head out of sight and when he sat back Danny realized she couldn’t move her hands at all. He must have another piece or rope and tied her to the headboard. A momentary panic made her chest go tight and she pulled ineffectively at her bonds.

“Stop.” It was forcefully said. She froze and looked at her Master. He laid a hand against her cheek. “What do you say if you want me to let you loose?”

It took a moment for her thoughts to whirl to a stop.

“Free…” she paused. “I must say ‘free me’, Sir.” His thumb caressed her skin.

“Good girl. Do you want to be free, pet?” She shook her head.

“No, Master. I… just…” She tried to shrug but couldn’t. Instead she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. When she opened them again she said “I am yours, Master. My… my body is yours. To… do with as you wish.” His hand patted her cheek softly then laid on her chest above her heart.

“Thank you, pet girl. I do want you… and this sweet little body. Very badly. I will try my very best… to make sure you do not regret your decision.” His hand slid down her belly and up the inside of her thigh, coming teasingly close to her open wanting pussy. The other made it’s way across her chest bumping over her nipples, his fingers catching and squeezing them in passing.

Danny had always thought her tits too small and she looked on them with disdain. To compensate she’d always picked up partners with big ones and played with theirs instead. She had never really cared much when someone wanted to touch her tits before, preferring to be the one doing the touching herself.

“Especially now…” she thought. “With my hands stretched above my head I’ve flattened out to nothing. I look as flat as a boy again.”

Sir, of course, had other opinions.

“So very exquisite. A body like this puts me in awe of the universe. It makes me wonder if there is a god after all and he made this little bit of perfection just for me.”

Danny didn’t know whether to snort at his bullshit or blush at his praise. A finger pointed at her nose caught her undivided attention.

“Girl child, if I ever catch you wearing clothes without permission… hiding this fine body away from my eyes… I will paddle your behind until you may never want to sit down again.” The look on his face and the tone of his voice made it quite well known there was absolutely no humor or question in his statement.

Wide eyed, Danny gulped hard and said “Yes, Master! I-I understand! I won’t! I promise!”

“Good girl, pet. Now…” As he spoke his hand slid down the inside of her thigh to cover her pussy, one finger in between her lips, making Danny gasp a little and her hips jerked.

“Mmmm…” That came from her throat before she even knew it was there.

“In the tub when I just finished shaving you. There was something on your mind, then. What was it?”

“Ummm… uh.. I d-don’t…” Moving quickly, Sir moved between her thighs, his finger still teasing her.

“I’d shaved you clean and poured some water over your pussy then gave you a kiss like this…” Sir bent his head and kissed her again, right atop her mound. The feeling made her quiver and another small moan slipped unbidden from her throat. “You wanted something then, girl.”

“I…”

“Tell your Master.”

“I… I w-wanted…”

“Tell me now, girl. Or I will stop.” He removed his hand from between her legs and sat up, leaving her barren and forlorn and wanting.

“No, please! Please, Master! I wanted you to… keep kissing me… there.”

“You wanted my mouth on your pussy?”

“Y-yes, Sir. Please…”

“Who am I child?” The question caught her by surprise, though anything which came from his mind shouldn’t, at this point.

“You… you are my Master.”

“And who are you?”

“I am yours, Sir. Your pet girl.”

“Do you want something from me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then ask me nicely, pet.”

“Please, Master…” Danny never thought her own words would get her as wet as the next few did. “Will you eat my pussy, Sir?”

Those big strong hands of his grabbed her legs just above her knees, pushing her knees up towards her chest and spreading her legs wide. The action rotated her pelvis, pointing her pussy up. Looking down her body, Danny could see Sir kneeling between her legs with his massive cock pointing right at her, less than a foot away. A moan of mixed terror and desire echoed deep in her chest. Without really being aware of it, she struggled vainly against her bonds and his grip.

“Oh god oh god oh god…” her mind raced around desperately. “I am completely helpless. He can do anything he wants with me and there is nothing I can do to stop him. What if I say the words and he doesn’t stop? What if he tries to stick that… thing… in me? I… I can’t move! Can’t get away!”

Then in a moment of clarity she asked herself “Why does this feel so good?”

The first thing she felt was his mustache tickle her skin as he lowered his head and kissed her mound for the third time. Then his mouth came down and opened as he covered her entire pussy with his lips. His tongue licked up and down her slit, occasionally dipping to slip the point of it into her opening. It came up to circle around her clit and back down to slide inside of her and she could even feel his teeth grazing her flesh. Deep growls of pleasure came from between her legs as he ate her, like a bear mauling an unlucky tourist.

As Sir did everything, he was owning her with his mouth. His hands held her open to whatever he wished and he took her with his mouth as if he were actually wanting to devour her whole like a giant hairy snake trying to swallow her pussy first down his gullet.

The girls Danny had been to bed with had always been tender. A bit shy and tentative, using little more than the tips of their tongues on her with their head between her legs. She’d always been the aggressive one, bringing her partner off as quickly as possible. Sometimes she had grown frustrated with how long it took someone to bring her to the brink.

But not this time. It only seemed like seconds before she was moaning and trying to thrust her hips upward as that tongue and lips worked their magic and the first wave of orgasm rushed over her. A fine sheen of sweat broke out all over her body and Danny moaned and shuddered and came. The crest of one orgasm led quickly to another and another.

A small part of her mind was analyzing, as it always did. Yes, it was good, but was it better or just different? Yes, he had made her come several times, but so had her past lovers. Was she ready to just give up those tastes? No, definitely not. She did love women. Loved how they felt and how they tasted and how they smelled and how they made her feel.

Though what her Sir had made her feel was indeed exciting, she hoped that maybe now and then he could find her another girl to play with. After all, two pets were better than one, right?

But… Oooohhh… while she was thinking Master had been busy.

Mmmm…

At one point Sir had pressed her legs even further back almost touching her chest. His nose and mustache ticked against her clit and his tongue lapped at the sensitive little stretch of skin just below her pussy then further down, questing between her cheeks. The tip of his tongue circled the rose of her anus, slicking that opening, then pressed just inside repeatedly. Nobody had ever done that to her before and the sensation drove her once again over the brink. She tried to protest but all that came out was incoherent moans as she kicked and struggled and came again.

And again and again and again.

Five

Slowly her eyes came open. A small weight like a bowling ball was pressing against her chest and her hands came up to push it away.

Her hands… his hand.

She stared at her hands, wondering when he had untied her. The rope marks were still fresh around her wrists, a little pink and abraded but none the worse for wear. She was gripping his hand as it lay in the center of her chest.

“Welcome back, love.” His deep voice tickled her ear as Sir lay cuddled up next to her, sharing the pillow.

“Sir! I’m sorry! Did I… fall asleep?” His lips kissed the side of her head.

“Just for a minute or two, pet. It’s quite all right. Was going to wake you up soon, anyway.” His nose snuffled in her hair and his teeth closed gently on the top of her ear. “Your master has needs, pet girl.” Even though she was comfortably warm, a small shiver ran barefoot over her flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps at his words. With the tingling thrill came awareness of the deeply satisfied post sexual ache between her thighs. She remembered him kneeling there pleasuring her with his mouth while his cock had been hard the entire time.

Danny had teased a few men in her day. Usually taunting them with whatever girl she had picked up to bed at the time. “I know you want her, but for at least tonight, she is all mine.” Such games had never caused her the slightest bit of guilt.

Until now.

Her Master had needs. As his pet she knew what he wanted from her. This was a thing which had been in her fantasies for quite a while and now it was time to make some of it come true. Since arriving here master had made her happy over and over again and it was time to pay him back.

It was in the scheme of things, a small matter, after all.

Glancing down his body, she gulped.

Okay… not such a small thing, but…

Oh fuck…

Turning into his body she started to say “Master, I… Mmmph…” His lips came down on her mouth, smothering her words. Three times since she had arrived he had made her taste herself, licking her own juices from her or his fingers. Now she got the flavor once more from his lips. It tasted even better, she decided, when it was on his lips first.

Idly, Danny wondered what it would be like to taste someone else’s pussy from there and came to the conclusion if it came from Master’s lips, it would taste heavenly.

She was getting distracted, which was what she knew he was trying to do. Sir was always trying to keep her both distracted and focused, which was a tricky combination. He was easily able to do both with his kisses.

But she needed to say something and deal with this right now.

“Mmmph… Master, please!” He pulled back with a kiss on her nose.

“Tell Master, pet.”

“I.. need to talk to you, Sir.” One more slow kiss on her forehead and he leaned back to gaze into her eyes.

“Yes, mine. Talk to me.” Even though he was easy to talk to most times, Danny found herself unable to look into his eyes while she formed her words. Glancing down, she decided she couldn’t look at that, either. So she took one of his hands in her fingers and stared at that instead.

“This is.. hard, Sir. It’s hard to find the right words. I don’t… want you to get the wrong impression.”

“Wait, love. Let me ask this first. Are you happy being my pet? Is this meeting up to your expectations?”

“Oh… yes, Master. I am very happy being yours.”

“Do you want to stay with me?”

“Yes, Master! I do!” He leaned in and kissed her forehead once more.

“Then everything is right with the world, my sweet girl. No matter what the problem is, we will work it out. Take a moment and think of your words then tell Master.”

“Yes, Sir. I… I know what you want from me, Sir.” Her mind flashed back to one of those places his tongue had explored and she shivered. “S-some of it, anyway…”

Oooohhh fuck… what if he does want that? Oh my god… I’ve spent most of my life living like I was a boy, what if he wants to take me like one? He would split me in half!

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…!

A gentle grip on her fingers brought her back. He pulled her close and his lips explored her hair and nibbled on the top of her ear.

“Just tell me.” He breathed.

“I… want to make you happy, Master. I w-want to give you.. what you want. I just don’t think… I c-can just… give it to you… Sir.” He pulled away from her, his hand going to her chin to force her to look into his eyes.

“It’s like that, is it?”

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m s…”

“Get up.” His voice was suddenly hard.

“What?”

“Get up, girl. Stand by the bed. Hands behind your back. Do it now.” One ramrod stiff finger pointed to the side of the bed. Alarmed by his tone and the look in his eyes, Danny scrambled off the bed and did as she was instructed, feeling her heart hammering in her chest.

Had she screwed this up?

Oh fuck…

Those two words had come to the forefront of her mind quite often in the last two days.

He didn’t look angry as he reclined on his elbow, looking at her. But he didn’t look real happy, either. Sir’s face was pretty much devoid of emotion as he studied her silently. Just long enough to make Danny really nervous and consider bolting from the room. When he moved she had to swallow a small squeak and turned her head to watch as he rolled off the other side of the bed.

Once again that finger pointed.

“Eyes front. Do not move. Not an inch.”

“Oooohhh… yes, Master.” Danny barely whispered. Her throat was tight and she could feel herself trembling again. It took all of her will power not to look behind her. She heard a noise like a drawer opening and sliding shut then she was aware of Sir’s presence behind her. He stood there silently for a long moment.

Strong hands grabbed her wrists from behind and a cry of alarm echoed through the room like a gunshot. He held her still while Danny’s whole body tensed up with her “fight or flight” response. It was a good thing she hadn’t tried to fight as she was pretty sure she couldn’t have broken his grip anyway. Once she had managed to take a breath and relax just a smidgen Sir crossed her wrists behind her back and bound them tightly together with something soft yet firm enough to resist her strength.

As he snugged down the knot Danny was once again overwhelmed with the love hate fear thrill oh my fucking god what is he going to do to me what am I doing here thing being bound flooded into her mind. Mindless swarms of butterflies raced around in her stomach, her nipples were hard and aching and her pussy dampened her thighs as her hips churned ever so slightly with her sexual hunger.

“Oh my god…” Danny thought. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him tying me up.”

Secretly she hoped she never did.

A quick noise and a movement above her head and before Danny could blink a strip of cloth was flipped down to settle over her eyes, cutting off all of her sight.

“Oooohhh… fuck…” her voice trembled.

“Language, girl.” He growled as he tied a knot in the material behind her head.

“S-sorry, Master. I… I just… Oooohhh…” The sudden loss of her vision made the girl a little disoriented and she tottered on her feet. Sir’s arms came around her, steadying her and pulling her back against his body. One hand went across her belly and the other came across her chest to cup her small tit in his hand. She felt first his lips against the side of her neck and then his teeth as he bit her just hard enough to make her squeak.

“Is this what you needed, girl?”

“Oooohhh f… oh god yes Master…”

“That’s good.” He growled. “Because I think it’s time you were taught a little lesson. You are mine, girl. My pet. My property to do with as I wish. Your main goal in life is to make your Master happy in any way I wish. To please me with you mind and your heart and your voice and your body and your actions. Your hands and your mouth and your tits and your pussy and even your tight little ass are mine to use, girl. To please me. And you have not done so.”

“I… I’m so… eep!” Before she could even formulate a reply he turned her and moved then lifted her and draped her face down over his lap. Danny kicked and wiggled, gasping “Please, no! Sir! Please!” An arm settled across her back and his hand gripped her wrists as she tried to protect her bottom, pulling them up to the base of her spine.

“Smack!” Even though she was expecting it, the first smack across her ass caught her by surprise. Fire blossomed across her flesh with the impact and she cried out.

“Smack! Smack! Smack!” It felt as if he’d poured lighter fluid over her ass and set her ablaze. Danny kicked and struggled and cried out in pain.

“Smack! Smack!” Two more and Danny cried “Ow! Fuck fuck fuck!!”

“Three more for your language, then. I will cure you of that potty mouth, child.”

“No, please! I’m sorry! Ow! Ow! Ow!” Her body tensed up and she tried her best to throw herself off his lap in an attempt to escape the final three blows as they rained down on her flaming bottom. But Sir was obviously adept at keeping a struggling pet immobile as his hand smacked her flesh with deadly accuracy. Every inch of her tender butt prickled with stinging crimson and Danny wondered if she would ever be able to sit again. Since the foster care system frowned on corporal discipline, Danny had never been spanked as far back as she could remember.

She vowed to herself to do anything to keep that from ever happening again.

Anything.

Anything her Sir wanted.

Even… that… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…

When his hand came down on her butt for the last time she flinched and squeaked, expecting more pain. Instead he cupped her bottom tenderly, running his big warm hand over her skin, as if he were trying to wipe away the pain. Surprisingly, it seemed to be working. Sir’s naturally warm hand felt hotter than ever as he stroked her bottom but even so it was cooler than her skin. Cool enough it felt like warm ice.

If you can imagine such a thing.

Even if you can’t it had the intended effect. His touch sucked away some of the sting without removing the prickly feeling. Along with the perceived loss of heat came the body’s natural reaction and goose bumps appeared all over Danny’s body, making her shiver. While she was lost in the sensation Sir slipped his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy. She gasped slightly and gave a little squeak as one finger slid all the way up unto her dripping wet channel, further than he had ever gone before. Caught unawares, her inner muscles clamped down on his digit as her thighs did likewise on his wrist and she came, gasping and squealing while her feet kicked the air.

In the next few moments Danny decided maybe her decision had been a little hasty.

Maybe.

Just maybe…

Perhaps some day in the distant future she might want that experience again.

But definitely not today. Her bottom still stung like crazy.

Six

So… there it was.

There she was.

Bound, blindfolded and on her knees before a man who had taken her as his. Made her his pet.

The experience was… pretty close to the way she imagined it. Of course what she hadn’t counted on was the wild roller coaster ride of adrenaline and emotions. This man… her Master… had taken Danny up and down and up and down over and over again since she had walked into his house and even though she had managed to sleep the night before, she was now running on reserves. She was pretty sure if she tried she could lean her head against the side of the bed and fall asleep.

Even with her hands tied behind her back.

As she thought about it, her wrists flexed against the soft material he had tied her with. She hadn’t ever imagined the frustration, either. She wanted to see him! She wanted to look! She wanted to touch! Master wasn’t what you would call a “handsome” man by today’s standards. He was no George Clooney or Brad Pitt, certainly. But she had grown accustomed to his face. Danny found a warmth in his eyes and the way his mustache curled when he smiled was endearing and somewhat reassuring.

Nor was he a perfect physical specimen. Sure, at one time he might have been in better shape but he was not bad for a man his age, after all. Even at that she was enjoying touching and exploring his body with her hands, wrinkles scars and all. The way his muscles moved under his skin and the veins in his hands and arms and even all of that hair…

Danny wanted to look at her Master. She wanted to touch him. Right now she could do neither and it frustrated her in a way which made her just want to shake her head.

What was even worse… he wasn’t touching her, either. Master’s touch, which was such an odd experience compared to the other lovers she’d had, was rough and strong yet often tender and gentle despite the present warm tingling still fading from her ass. His touch was nothing like being with a girl and yet Danny found herself enjoying the feel of him and now that she couldn’t, it just made her want it so much more.

Despite being blindfolded, Danny knew right where her Master was. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and Danny was kneeling between his feet. All she would have to do is lean one way or the other to rest her head against his knee or even lean forward to lay her head in his lap.

Of course if she did that she was risking getting poked in the eye by something a bit bigger than her eyeball. Since before they had gotten into the bath together her Sir’s prick had been hard, standing up from his crotch like a monster just waiting for her to drop her guard. It made her feel a bit guilty he had to wait so long for his own pleasure. Master’s pleasure was, after all, her job. One she had volunteered for readily.

On the other hand, the thing frightened her. It was bigger than she reckoned on and definitely bigger than anything she had ever had inside of her.

Anywhere.

Danny was well aware of what was… probably… going to happen next. After all she was on her knees in front of him and even though she couldn’t see, she had no doubt her Master was till quite erect. That monster cock of his was probably only a few inches away from her and she was pretty sure in the next few moments she was going to be getting her first lesson in how to please him with her mouth.

The notion of taking him in her mouth frightened her only marginally less than the idea of having him inside her anywhere else. Master’s not so veiled threats to put it in her butt scared her more then she thought she could take. The idea of taking him in her pussy scared her less, but the thought still made her insides tremble.

If he was going to do it, she wished he would just get on with it! The waiting was making her crazy. She was sure he knew that, though. The man had manipulated her since the first moment, playing on her emotions and needs like a… Master.

Damn… he was good.

So expecting and anticipating she was when Sir put his hands on either side of her head, she opened her mouth a little, figuring he was going to direct her lips to his prick. Instead his fingers caressed the side of her head for a moment then he reached back and untied the blindfold, dropping it away from her eyes. She gasped slightly as the first thing she did see was his prick only inches away from her face. That close it looked even bigger. Then his hand cupped her chin and tipped her face up to his. The other hand still ran lightly through her hair as he looked at her.

“You know what I want, pet.”

“Y-yes, Master. I… think so, anyway.”

“You think so. Hmmm. And what do you think I want?”

“You want me to please you, Sir. With my… mouth.”

“Do you think you can do that?” Glancing down, Danny gulped.

“I… think so, Sir. I… want to try.” She looked back into Sir’s eyes and added “I do want to please you, Sir.” He smiled softly.

“Such a good girl. It’s not really so different from what you already know, love. Relax and breath through your nose.” His hand pulled back his foreskin, exposing the head of his cock. Danny could see it glistening with precome. Even though she was in uncharted territory, it did make her secretly proud she had kept him hard all of this time. His other hand slipped to the back of her neck, pulling her slightly forward.

“Can… may I use my hands, Master?”

“No.”

“Oh… ahhmmmph…” It took just a panicked moment for her to remember his advice and breath through her nose. When she realized he wasn’t going to force it all the way down her throat like they showed in the porno flicks she managed to relax and begin to enjoy the act.

It wasn’t really all that different, as he had said. Of course she didn’t have to open her mouth quite so wide when going down on a girl so it took some getting used to. She allowed Sir to control the motion of her head as his prick slipped in and out of her lips and she concentrated on using her tongue and lips in the ways she thought would please him best.

It seemed to be working even if she didn’t have any experience. Her Master’s eyes were half closed and there was a dreamy smile on his face. Deep rumbles of contentment were coming from his chest along with the occasional murmured praise.

“Mmmm… very nice, baby girl. Yes, love. Just like that. Grrrooowwllll…” When he tried to growl like that he sounded just like a certain cartoon character from her childhood. Danny was pleased to realize that, even though her mouth was wide open and full, she was able to both smile and giggle around his cock between her lips.

“That feels so nice, pet.” He growled again. “It’s going to be difficult to allow you time for your chores. I am going to want you just like this, love. Kneeling at my feet and pleasing me… all of the time.” His hard prick twitched in her mouth. “I want you so bad I ache, pet girl.”

Danny lowered her eyes in acquiescence to her Master. At the moment it was the only thing she could do short of pulling his prick from her mouth to answer and she didn’t want to do that. Her hands still pulled against her bonds. She wanted to use her hands! It was frustrating and fulfilling at the same time. Danny was fairly sure if she was able to use her hands she could make him come.

She desperately wanted to make him come.

Despite her fears and the newness of the situation.

Despite the slight discomfort of kneeling on the floor and the ache in her back and neck.

Despite her frustrated tugging at her bonds.

Despite the fact she was kneeling in front of a man and sucking his cock, which was something she had never imagined she would ever do, let alone happily.

She desperately wanted this man to come in her mouth. She wanted to please him any way she could. She wanted him to be happy with her so her would touch her with those huge warm hands again. So he would touch her and tease her and kiss her and lick her and bite her and bring her to the edge and over again and again and again.

Danny wanted his touch so bad it wouldn’t matter if he put her face down over his lap and spanked her again. She would bear it for his touch.

She wanted it so bad she would even do… that… if he wished it. The thought made her bottom cheeks clench up a bit in fear. But she would bear it for his touch.

To please her Master.

Danny got it now. In a moment of clarity she understood what it was she had been looking for.

This.

Just this.

A little moan of desire sneaked out of her mouth full of her Master’s cock and she began moving a little faster, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head and tightening her lips around his shaft as it slipped in and out. Sir made a happy growl and his hands tightened in her hair.

Then he said the one thing she would never have expected.

“Stop.”

He used “that voice” which did make her stop and she looked up at him in confusion. Her mouth still full of him she made a little whine and shook her head.

“Not yet, love. Not yet.” It did mollify her some that he looked reluctant to pull his prick away from her mouth, even if he did it anyway.

“But… but , Master…” The pouty tone of her voice was also a fairly new thing. She never pouted. “I wanted you to…” A finger over her lips stopped her.

“I wanted to as well, mine. Trust me, I was very close. Come up here.” One quick move as he leaned down and her hands were free. Danny’s arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slipped under her thighs and lifted her. She made a little squeak and held on tighter as she left the ground. Her legs clamped down around his ribs. Another reminder of how big her Master was when she realized she couldn’t wrap her legs around his waist.

“Beauty and the Beast” She thought and giggled to herself. Turning her lips towards his ear she kissed him softly and whispered “Master, you are a wonderful beast.” Chuckling, he patted her bottom as he carried her up onto the bed.

Among the long and varied list of things Danny thought she would never get used to was his ability to move her about as if she weighed nothing at all. Master was so big and imposing he dominated her without even trying. While he praised her strength he made her feel small and fragile and very feminine. The thought brought a blush to her cheeks.

He arranged himself on the bed, half reclining against the headboard with Danny astride his lap. Her legs were spread wide to traverse his hips and her pussy was pressed into the fur covering his lower belly. Something seemed trapped between her ass cheeks and it only took a second to realize what it was. That knowledge made her shiver a little in anticipation.

Without a word, he put his hands on her hips and lifted her, moving her body down until the shaft of his prick pressed between her lips, making Danny moan and shiver. His prick stood up between her thighs as if it were her own and she could feel the blood pulsing in his meat as it spread her open from below. Her hips moved against him and she could feel her juices covering his skin. Another moan came from her mouth.

“This is what I want, pet.” Sir’s voice came as if from a distance.

“Inside you.” Those words echoed through her consciousness.

“Yes, Master.”

“Look at me, pet. Look at me.” His hand guiding her chin didn’t give her much choice, but she would have looked at him anyway. Danny was feeling she was going to be looking at his face for a very long time.

“Take me in your hand, love.”

“Oooohhh…my god… yes, Sir.” He felt huge in her hand. And once again she could feel her Master’s pulse throbbing through his flesh.

Does he really want me that badly? Is it me who makes him this hard?

Wow…

Will this really fit… gulp… inside me? Oh my god… I hope so.

“Do it now.”

Gazing into her Master’s eyes, Danny lifted herself and presented the head of his cock to the opening of her pussy. Slowly, a half an inch at a time, she sank down on it as he stretched her inner muscles farther than they had ever been stretched before. It hurt some… an ache deep in her belly which was almost too much to bear. Master’s hands and soft words of instruction had her sinking down and back up to ease the ache before sinking down again to gain further ground. His cock was so big and so long she felt as if he were going to push all of her guts up out of her throat. She was trembling and covered in sweat by the time she had taken him all the was up inside of her.

Master gathered her into his arms and pulled her head to his chest murmuring “Good girl… good girl…” Every now and then his prick twitched inside her which made her squeak and tremble in response. Danny was so full she could barely even breathe, but Sir’s soft hands and words helped soothe her some.

“Mmmm… my god that feels amazing, love. You have made me the luckiest Master in the world. Thank you.”

From her impaled position with her face in his chest she could just murmur “Mmmm-hmm…”

His hands settled on the center of her back, fingertips running up and down her spine.

“Deep breath, little pet.” She wondered if there was any room for air inside her. Even breathing affected the way her body was pulsing around the massive intruder.

“Hooooo… oooohhh my god…”

“And another.” As Danny drew air into her lungs Sir slowly rocked his hips, moving just slightly inside her.

“Haaahhhh… Ooooohhhhh Master…” His hands wandered around and clutched her ass cheeks as he moved her on top of him just a little bit more.

“Mmmm…!”

“Look at me, girl child.” She had to put both hands against his chest and lean back to look up into his eyes. Danny had men look at her with lust in their eyes before. She’d always responded with disdain. The look of unbridled lust in Sir’s eyes was… different. She had never seen such… wanting. He needed her. Desired her. Even… loved and cherished her.

“Master…” Her slim hands went to his shoulders, gripping the muscles which ran down from his neck. It felt like her whole lower torso was in motion as she began to move in counterpoint to his rocking movements.

“Mmmm yes, mine. Our first time. Aaaahhh… I want to do this again and again and again… Aaaahhh… yes pet girl… Give me your body.”

“Oooohhh god yes Master..” She panted. “I am yours. Mmmm…” Their combined motion was only a couple of inches but Danny could feel every single bit of his shaft slipping in and out of her throbbing pussy. Each vein was a road map to some new pleasure spot inside of her and the bulbous head was pressing something against the inside of her pubic bone that almost made her hair stand on end.

“Oh fuck me…” More words she thought would never be in her script. Half expecting her master to upbraid her for her language again she fumbled for an apology but it seemed none was necessary. He was looking at her through slitted eyes that seemed glazed over with lust as his grip on her shifted to her hips and he began thrusting up into her more forcefully.

Suddenly it was a bazillions degrees in the room. Danny was drenched in sweat and the fire in her insides was growing and making it’s way throughout her body. A giant python made of burning embers was climbing inside through her pussy and burning away everything in it’s path, leaving nothing but nerves emitting staccato flashes of blinding, searing ecstasy. Her hips were a blur of motion, pounding herself down into her Master’s cock and his grip on her hip bones was almost painful as he hammered back in his own frenzy.

She couldn’t take it any more. Her internal muscles clamped down on his impaling prick as if they were trying to tear themselves apart. A shriek of delight tore it’s way from her chest and Danny’s mind whirled away, tossed lie a leaf in a tornado. From a long long ways away she heard Sir’s answering roar of pleasure as his hot sticky come flooded her bowels, painting her insides with even more heat.

I’m done.

I’m gone.

I can’t take any more.

Her consciousness faded and narrowed to a pinpoint of light and she rushed towards it headlong, neither knowing nor caring what might be on the other side.

The last thought which she was aware of before she faded away completely was…

I want to do that again.

Last

The name on the certificate had read “Danielle Terry Rubel” and she had signed that name for the very last time. The handsome man who had performed the ceremony had been well informed ahead of time and at the end he had introduced them as “Darrex and Danny Rogers.”

Of all the weddings she had ever conceived it had to be the oddest one. Definitely nothing which she had imagined before. Master, as was his way, kept surprising her and keeping her on her toes. The man who performed the ceremony dressed all in black, even down to dark black sunglasses which entirely hid his eyes. At his feet crouched a startling pretty little brunette girl who wore nothing at all except for a collar, little furry brown kitten ears perched on top of her head and a long brown tail which came out from behind her and trailed across the floor.

The remainder of the wedding party consisted of seven human ponies. Three male and four female, all decked out in patent leather which shone in the sunlight. All of them were exceptionally beautiful in differing ways. And all of them, despite being dressed in harnesses and beautiful tall boots, were almost entirely naked, as Danny herself was. Her Sir had worn his best suit, all in black as was natural for a groom.

She had been a little self conscious as she had walked down the aisle totally naked. But when the ceremony concluded with a ring on her finger and a fine silver collar around her neck all of that had gone away in a cloud of happiness. She had also received more kisses and hugs from more naked people than she ever had before in her young life. Being undressed around people who were comfortable in bare skin just put her at ease and she really enjoyed herself.

Afterward Master had led her up to the guest room to enjoy the wedding present he had acquired for her. Just thinking about that made Danny’s nipples go hard again, even if they were still a bit sore. She thought she was completely drained, but her pussy managed to get wet once more and her hips moved in response. Turning her head just a little, she kissed Master’s chest while she cuddled in his lap in the big recliner. He made a comfy sound and patted her absently while he dozed.

She wondered if the little bitty blond with the large firm tits she had found bound and naked in their bed was still asleep. What was her name? Oh, yes… Amy. Between her and Master the girl hadn’t gotten a moments rest all night. They’d left her in an exhausted slumber while they had gone down to breakfast with Max and his ponies.

Maybe she should bring Amy something to eat.

Perhaps get her up and into the shower and clean her up and change the sheets so they had a clean place to play when Master was rested and ready again. It never took him long, anyway.

Just the thought of getting that hot little twenty year old pet into the shower alone almost made her mouth water. Those sweet firm little titties of hers were just perfect. Her little pussy tasted amazing and the girl was definitely talented when it came to using her lips and tongue. Danny had thoroughly enjoyed teaching her all the things which Master liked. And she knew she was going to enjoy teaching her more and more.

Of course if Sir caught her playing without permission she would end up over his lap for a very comprehensive spanking. Maybe even with his belt again. The thought made her ass cheeks tighten up and sent a sexual shiver through her body. Something about getting her ass hot got her pussy even hotter.

Danny looked up at the face of her Master lover husband as he rested. She shook her head a little in amazement at how much she loved him.

What’s a spanking, after all? She had been the recipient of quite a few of them in the last two years and they were an accepted part of her life.

It would be worth it.