Queen Me Ch. 02

The definition of home is "a familiar or usual setting." At least, one of the definitions. This one works for where I'm going. See, being a world traveler, I don't get to have a lot of time in one space. I'm usually off and away to some random meeting because people refuse to conduct business correctly. So, when that happens in a business, any business, I am called in. I'm a consultant for employee morale, but I work freelance and have considerable connections. It's a lucky career. All I have to do is rationalize why a company should switch kinds of paper, or whatever asinine problem was at the root of the situation. But against all logic, I had two days to myself. Of course, a long flight is not helpful to my limited free time, but it's a smaller handicap.

Soon enough, I had pulled up in front of my New York home. Suburban and luxurious, the house was a very bizarre looking thing. An amateur architect was looking for exposure, having a really remarkable idea, and would do anything to get it. To my surprise, he meant it. I didn't even have to repeat the demand. With pleasure, he literally kissed my ass, then...well, never mind. He was already of the disposition necessary to enjoy what we did, though. The result was a gorgeous two story hovel, with one way mirror windows and knock proof doors, a three car garage, and the aura of independent luxury.

Today was special for someone else, though. I don't live alone. My house is too precious to me to leave it unattended, but I didn't trust strangers. Back when I was in the office all the time and not on the field, my secretary and I formed a very special bond. The kind of bond that comes from several hours of alone time many days a week. She was struggling, though, as the higher-ups weren't able to take up their frustration on me, and instead tried to hurt her. So I offered her a way out: A joint bank account, and a place to live, but she has to live at my house. She accepted just as quickly as the architect. Now, this isn't to imply she's reliant on me. She has a boyfriend and hobbies, and is starting to grow a bustling art career, thanks to openings I can give her. She's told me I'm her best friend, and I've come to see her the same way, even if we are a little more physical.

Pulling up to the house, I was excited too. I could only imagine what was going through my pet's mind. I stopped the car, sliding out the door and slamming the door loud enough for her to hear. Hopefully. I straightened out my business attire, coat and skirt matching and looking delicious. I've always found the dom in business attire the most attractive, because it says that you're not even important enough for them to get comfortable. I got my duffel bags from the sleek silver convertible's trunk, slamming it as well, and moving to the door, heels clacking on the concrete. I barely set my foot on the doormat, before the door opened.

And there was my pretty little pet. Shimmering brown hair with sleepy brown eyes, and oval glasses with a modern curve. Modern as in it curved perfectly, not modern as in "we're all back to super boxy glasses." She stood there with a small little smirk- her thing- and a hand on her squeezable hips. She'd gotten something special for me; a sheer chemise, down to her thighs that barely hid her cute body. I could see just how excited she was just by how her nipples were sticking straight out. She reached out her dainty little hand, and took the lighter bag, turning away. "I thought you'd forgotten about me, my Queen."

"Never, pet." I followed her, watching her walk. She had this confident little sway when I was around, her panties thronging. "Although I'm disappointed that you're even wearing panties...did you get that for me or for him?" She set the bag under the desk, where it should go, and turned back to me. "The both of you." I moved close, pressing her against the desk, and set the bag underneath. "Then I'll pretend it's for me. Now come here." We moved simultaneously, and kissed with the sort of passion that is made for terrible romance novels, only with me as the man. She cooed at me, and I pulled back.

My good little pet, she recovered quickly. She unbuttoned my coat, slowly, and I let it drop. She took it, and walked to the coat rack, then the door, closing it. I headed off to the couch, smiling to myself. She's always been this obedient, ever since I opened up to her. She said it was a side of herself she loved, and that was enough for me to accommodate. Besides, look at her! She's cute as a button, and more than capable in bed. I crossed my legs, and my pet wordlessly approached, laying across my lap and getting comfortable. I have to admit, I did feel the same kind of peace that comes with a cat coming to give love, and it wasn't so different.

Inside the house was just as unique as the outside. Most of the walls were curved instead of flat wall leading to a flat roof. The ceiling was painted with a sort of impressionist sky, a ceiling light at where the sun was. It was a weak UV light, so it did feel like sunlight. It's mostly for couch naps when the sun's not out, since sleeping in the sunlight is always better than just sleeping. The ceiling on the whole first floor is like that, but in the master bedroom and my wardrobe- or the second floor, in other words- the rooms are more normal, more standard and cream colored. The guest bedroom was similar, with just 'cozy' in mind compared to the expressionism in the rest of the house.

My pet snapped me out of my little trance, shifting around. She was so cute...I started petting her, softly, rubbing her side with one hand. She smiled and pressed into it, sighing softly and making a noise not that much unlike a purr. It's a habit for her. I looked her over, smiling and continuing to stroke her side. She was starting to goosebumps, and I was having a pretty good time. My eyes scanned her, and once I got to the cute little ass of hers, my brows raised, a string hanging out of her panties. I remembered the orders I gave her before I left; get up to five anal beads. And there's the string for the beads I gave her. I looked back to her, and she was smiling at me.

"What...did you think I wouldn't?"

I smiled, sincerely, and patted her hips.

"I knew you would. It's just nice to see."

She shifts a little, smiling proudly. "I'm wearin' something else, too."

"Oh yeah? What is it, pet?"

"That clit vibrator you sent for came while you were gone."

I could only grin, as she raised, grinning back.

"I'll go get the remote.

As she left, I stood up, and moved quickly, downing my skirt and panties and crossing my legs quickly. Sure enough, she came back with this red little remote control, and had the same thought I did, her chemise probably on the floor somewhere. I sat up a little, and she came closer, holding out the remote. I reached up, and tightly tweaked one of her nipples, making her jump and squeak so cutely. I took the remote, then spread my legs.

"Eat."

"Yes, my queen."

She sunk to her knees, and slowly, carefully, came close to my sex. I studied the remote, observing the two dials. Strength and Pulse. There was also a killswitch at the bottom, under a little plastic box. I turned Pulse to longest, and strength to highest, and set it down, as my pet leaned in, and started to slowly lap, dragging her tongue up and down my sex. I sighed softly, and reached down, petting her idly, floating until I heard her surprised yelp from between my legs. As soon as she did, I pushed her back against me. Her tongue was shaky now, her body twitching softly when I ran my hand down her spine. She kept on licking, getting as many in as she can before the buzz made her back arch again, and stopped her. I let her head go, curious, but she kept licking anyways. "Good girl...mmm...suck on my clit." She did, wrapping her soft lips around it and suckling so cutely on it, keeping her teeth away. I started moaning down to her, and was starting to let go, before the buzz hit again, and she pulled away, yelping and shaking. I laughed, and stroked her cheek. "Don't worry, pet...get up. I'll meet you in your room."

I stood up, and left, hearing her walk behind me, then hearing her shriek again and stumble. I grinned, twirling the remote in my hand. "This was a good investment, don't you think?" She could only moan at me, starting to follow again. I entered her room, and got comfortable on the bed. Her room was nice, if a bit spartan. A desk with a computer, her bed, a dresser, and one special little thing I bought her. A very, very special chair. Actually, I guess chair is misleading. It's for laying on, but in a very specific position; doggy-style. There's platforms on either side to put your knees and hands, but more importantly, they have little clasps. But the main event was a little bit of mechanism placed so, so perfectly; a retractable dildo that pumps mechanically, under the window so the sun or moonlight is on her. It's in case she gets too lonely.

She finally entered the room, a little dizzy and smiling shakily. She coos right for me as the toy buzzes again, standing on her tiptoes, then sinking back to her feet. I smiled, and twisted the remote, turning the buzz to lowest, but with quick pulsing. She started purring just about constantly, squirming and leaning against the doorway, pawing at it with one hand. I snapped my fingers, and she looked at me with lidded eyes. All I had to do was gesture to the device, and she moved quickly to it, stripping, then mounting and waiting gleefully. I couldn't help but laugh, and slowly stood up, listening to her chirr and watching her tremble lightly.

The restraints, eight in number, tightened perfectly to her arms and legs. One per calf, one per thigh, one per wrist, and one per upper arm, just below the elbows. There's also little handles that she started pawing at, as soon as I got her on it. I flipped the shade up, letting the moonlight shine on her bare back. I couldn't help myself, running my hand over her spine. She tried to arch, but the little noises she was making for me were enough. I reached down to the console, and pressed the first button, the dildo slowly pushing forwards, against her lips. She moaned, and I reached down, parting her lips to let it in. Her cute little sounds turned much more desperate, much more lusty. I always put in one of the screws odd, using a screw too long since I ran short, but tonight, it came in handy. I tied the string of her beads around it, and petted her.

"Now, don't go anywhere. I have to go get some toys."

"Unnh..."

"Good girl."

I flipped the switch, and watched the string buzz and the dildo slowly slide out, and left soon after, my pet's moans making the soundtrack for the evening. I took my time, going upstairs to my bedroom, to my little toy chest. Everything was perfectly sorted; dildos, vibrators, bonds, and anal play. I took a pair of handcuffs and a ribbed dildo, then grabbed a harness from my dresser, and pulled it on slowly. I loved how these harnesses felt; it squeezed tightly to my ass, so it'd keep steady while I, say, fucked my pet straight in half. I slowly attached the dildo, stroking the weight of it hanging off me. I grabbed a tube of lubricant, and the riding crop that hung on the wall, and went back downstairs.

My poor little pet was a mess. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning openly, her glasses crooked and her hair strewn everywhere. The dildo was pumping her nice, making all those lovely noises. I softly petted her head, watching her writhe. I brushed her hair over one shoulder, her head turning and pressing against the platform. Her body was shimmering with sweat from the ride, probably from her rocking back against the probing. "How's your ass feel, huh?" She could only moan in response, as I reached for the console. "Good, because I'm gonna fuck it..." I turned the dildo down, and she felt it slow down. I can tell because she whined, settling down. "Now ride it yourself." She started slowly moving back and forth on the slow moving dildo. I brought it to a stop, fully extended and listened to her coo as she went back and forth, back and forth.

But not nearly fast enough.

I raised the riding crop, and brought it down once on her left ass cheek, causing her to jolt. "I said ride it, pet." I cracked her across the other, making her shiver and yelp, and she began to move faster. I carefully loosened the bonds on her thighs so she could move more, but she kept at the same speed. I had no choice but to bring it down again, once for each ass cheek. She yelled with each one, and moved slightly faster, moaning up to me and finally looking at me. She gasped, and I saw her looking at my dildo. "Don't get distracted, pet!" I brought the crop down on each cheek, again, then started into a lazy rhythm. Left, right, left, right, one, two, one two... Of course, her frantic moaning and yelping was making everything interesting, and finally, I heard her squeal in orgasm. She was riding the chair so hard that it was likely to fall over if it wasn't as sturdy as I made it. The dildo was slick with her honey, and I couldn't help but smile as she slowed down.

Slowly, I undid the bonds, and helped her off, stopping her as she got to her feet, and pushing on the back of her head, towards the toy she just rode to climax. I watched her lick and suck at it, panting and making a real show. Chuckling, I raked my nails over her raw ass, which made her moan. "You're a slut sometimes, you know that? You suck it like it's going to go off for you... a lot of boys would kill for something like that." She lifted off the dildo, the suction of her lips making a nice pop. "Yeah...? Well, there's only one boy for me...and one woman for me, too..." I smirked, and brought the crop down again on her ass. She buckled, moaning and clutching at the chair.

"Woman?"

"Nnh...only one queen for me..."

"That's better. Now say thank you."

"Huh?"

Crack!

"Ahh!" She panted, standing on her tiptoes.

"For getting you off, of course."

"Thank you...thank you, thank you my queen..."

"You're welcome. Now, put your hands behind your back?"

My pet's a good girl. She straightened up, breathing hard, and put her hands together while I slowly, carefully cuffed her. She was glowing, smiling nicely from her orgasm. I played slightly with her hair, kept very well. "You remember why I made you wear your hair down?" She smirked, looking over her shoulder. "Yeah...you put some back massager to my crotch and it made me squirm." I chuckled, flashing back and playing with the string of the beads. She bristled some, and bent over nice for me. "I had my hair undone, and you said the way I was shaking my head made it whip around like it was fine art." I tugged on the beads, listening to her moan. "That's right, pet...you have a good memory." I pulled the first bead out, watching her ass tighten around it and retract, puckering softly. She moaned hard, twitching while bent over. "It's 'cause...you leave an impression."

In sweet silence, I withdrew the next four beads, watching her shiver with each one popping out, until the last one fell out. I raised them, looking at them, then setting them in a basket. I grabbed the lube, and opened it. "Tell me what it's like when I make you cum..." I poured some of the lube onto my fingers and slowly, lovingly, starting to grease her up. She moaned again, standing on her tiptoes as my fingers lubed as deep as they could, maybe keeping in for a little longer. Just because I liked seeing her writhe. "Mmm...well...I feel the heat...it gets hard to breathe...there's this steel feeling in my spine, like..." She took a moment to get lost in my slick finger fuck, panting, and then shaking her head to get back to reality. "Like a freezing thunderstorm...and then I just can't stop twitching..."

I slid the fingers out, and took the lubricant, rubbing it on the dildo much faster. Hey, my fingers only go so deep. The head slid in very easily, and she gasped, holding surprisingly still as I pawed at her hips. I pulled out, and squeezed her ass. I pressed on her back, until she was laying across the bed, ass in the air. I slowly spread her legs open, and held her ass cheeks open, bumping the dildo against her taut asshole, and pushed in slightly. She moaned again, and whined as I pulled out. "Ohh, no..." I do this a lot to her. I think it's called tip drilling? Regardless, it drives her up the wall, and I love the desperation in her voice. I squeezed at her red ass cheeks, and kept pushing in just enough, before pulling out. Her whimpering moans were sweet like cane sugar soda, but she didn't fight against it at all. A good pet, I had.

"Beg, darling."

"Oh, please...fuck my ass...fuck my tight ass...I need it so bad..."

"Why?"

"I've been good..."

"Mm, that you have."

"Pleeeease..."

"Then promise me..."

"Yes! Anything, anything at all..."

I laughed softly, shaking my head.

"Poor girl...I have a cat suit in the closet, and as soon as you wake up tomorrow, I expect you to get yourself ready and wear it."

"A-alright..."

"And you can't take it off unless I take it off."

She whined.

"And I'm going to flog you."

Before she could offer protest, I pushed the dildo in, just a little deeper, letting her moan and writhe under me. "And you already said yes! So I win." She moaned as I pulled out, whining again. "Oh, don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you now..." She perked up. "Crawl on the bed. On your back." I went to the head of the bed while she writhed and climbed onto her bed. I grabbed a pillow, and as she turned over, I slid it under her lower back, sliding onto the bed and tapping her legs. Like a good girl, they lifted right into the air as I got into position. Her calves rested on my shoulders, my tits resting in the curves of her legs, quite perfectly. I slowly got lined up, and she smiled wide, eyes closed in preparation.

I planted my hands soon after I bumped her anus, and slid in quickly, and deeply. She gasped and nearly screamed at me right there, twitching wildly. I started moving slowly, the dildo making loud, disgusting "schlick" noises that complimented my pets love noises poorly. I don't remember where I learned to fuck like I can, but I'm sure years of practice on my pet have only helped my learning along, and she's been willing to help. Her eyes were closed and her whole body shook with each thrust, her pear-shaped tits bouncing nicely as my pelvis slapped against her raw ass. She kept her legs still, though, so as not to at all upset me. Good pet.

Before I really knew it, I was going fast, full on fucking her ass. The dildo bumped crazily against my own crotch, giving me a little bit of a buzz, but nothing like what my pet was getting. I decided to go all out, and started pumping as hard as I could, the smacking and slipping noises filling the air, as she was unable to moan, just gasping repeatedly for air with a crooked smile on her pretty face. I started slowing down, and moved her a little, her legs around her waist as I butt fucked her just a little more, my hand going to her crotch and flicking furiously over her clitoris. Finally, I found a rhythm, and was able to fully fuck her again, as my fingers rubbed over her swollen nub. That did her in, and she started twitching wildly, legs tightening to the point of quivering as I plowed her ass and frigged over her clit. She let out a gigantic sigh, collapsing and shuddering. I slowed down, to a halt, but remained inside her. Slowly, after a long time of hearing her whimper, trying to tighten again, I pulled out, undoing the harness. My sweet little pet was asleep, and god, I needed to cum.

I was on my way upstairs, preparing to serenade my showerhead, when all of a sudden, the phone rang. I was frustrated, storming to the phone, and looked at the number. The caller ID said one word: King.