Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start

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"Tell you what," she bargained, "I will give you one taste for free. But if you want a second helping of my cunt, you will have to submit unconditionally to me."

I remained silent, no longer able to process my bizarre predicament or the undeniable stirring that was warming my vagina down below.

She stood up and quickly discarded all her clothes, in seconds standing before me completely naked. Her huge breasts had me in jealous awe in comparison to my small 34B breasts. She sat back down, opened her legs and ordered gently, "On your knees, my pet."

Unable to speak, so completely mesmerized by her breasts and my desire to touch and suck them, I slid off the couch and onto my knees. I crawled between her black legs and was soon looking directly at her trimmed but hairy pussy. I was frozen, unable to move forward, yet also unable to back away. Although I had fantasized about this very moment so many times over the past couple of months, making fantasy a reality was a much tougher line to cross. I understood once I moved forward and crossed the line, it was quite possible I would never be able to go back to the life I knew and was comfortable in. I was startled when Rosie warned, "I don't mean to rush you, my pet, but I have an engagement at eight."

My eyes went wide with the thought of someone seeing me in this humiliating sexual position. Rattled, but already being drawn in by the intoxicating scent that lingered just in front of me, I crossed the invisible line and moved my mouth towards Rosie's vagina. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth, extended my tongue and tasted my first vagina. The taste was even more heavenly and unimaginable than the many stories I had read had promised. A sweet tang lingered in my mouth and I eagerly lapped at her vagina wanting more.

I heard her moan, "You like my cunt, don't you, my pet?" When I didn't answer, but continued licking, she pulled my head up and asked again, "You like my cunt, don't you, my pet?"

Craving more of her luscious juices, I answered the humiliating question, "Yes, I like your vagina."

"My vagina," she chuckled. "A beautiful woman like myself has a pussy or cunt, my pet."

I apologized, rephrasing my answer, attempting to avoid the word I hated the most, "Sorry, I-I-I like your pussy."

"Better," she approved, pulling me in to her ocean of sin.

Although the hair was a bit of a nuisance in getting comfortable with licking her pussy, the pubic hair did seem to capture her scent, allowing it to just linger there. I revelled in her scent and continued licking her pussy, attempting to retrieve more of her juice. I tried desperately to remember the vivid depictions of eating pussy I had read online. I took her big swollen clit in my mouth and watched her involuntarily flinch. Happy my attempt at pleasing her was working; I continued a mixture of licking her pussy lips and sucking on her clit. Back and forth I went, her breathing getting heavier.

Her words also kept me both determined and aroused in an absurd way. "That's it, my pet, lick my black box," or "Good pet, you are going to make a great addition," or "I can't believe this is your first time eating cunt," or "You are a natural cunt licker, my pet." Each absurd compliment made me wetter, and made me more determined to please her and get her off. I licked faster, I sucked on her clit harder and I began to use my teeth gently to nibble. As her breathing increased, I knew she was close, I could just feel it, and so I slid a finger inside her damp pussy. She screamed and demanded, "Finger-fuck me, pet!" I obliged and was soon rewarded with a flood of her sweet nectar. Her legs tightened around me and I was trapped in a wave of her cum. I continued to lap, eager to get as much of her juice as possible.

Rosie pushed my head away, surprising me and I stumbled to the floor. My face was coated in her cum. She smiled at me as she looked down, "So, my pet. Is this a one-time thing? Or are you ready for your first task as my pet?"

My consideration was brief, as she predicted, I craved her and was already addicted in the same way I was addicted to coffee in the morning. I needed it more, I wanted more. I whispered, "I'm ready for my first task, Miss."

"Miss," she chuckled, "I like that." She stood up and stretched. I sat transfixed on her large breasts and the trickle of her cum slowly slithering down her dark leg. Seeing me staring at her like a love-sick teenager, she said, "Want one last taste, my pet?"

Without hesitation, I leaned forward, already craving another taste of her addictive sweetness, and cleaned her leg.

"You will make a very good little white slave, my pet," she teased, her hand petting my hair like I was a puppy. Shame burned in me suddenly at my lack of dignity, but the reality was I was completely at the whim of this black Goddess. I just wanted to please her; I just wanted the opportunity to taste her again and again.

She moved away and ordered, "Follow me, my pet." I began to stand up, but was rebuked. Her voice remained calm and sweet, "Crawl, my pet."

The expectation surprised me, but I obeyed, falling back onto my knees and I followed her into her bedroom. I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation with each step I crawled. How quickly my life had changed. Just this morning I was living a normal humdrum life, and now I was crawling like a dog to a woman I had just met. It was so bizarre, and as unbelievable as any sex story I had ever read, yet it was the truth. I was living and breathing this reality.

When we arrived in her bedroom she led me to her bed and offered, "You may stand, my pet." I thankfully obeyed; my knees were beginning to get sore.

She smiled and asked, "You are trying to consider what to call me aren't you?"

"Yes, m-um-m," I began, almost calling her Mistress, but caught myself.

She smiled, "You want to call me Mistress, don't you, my pet?"

"Yes," I whispered, so quietly because of the shame I was feeling it was almost inaudible.

"You may, my pet. But once you call me Mistress, I own you completely. You are my possession, my personal plaything. I will insist you submit to me in front of your boyfriend. I won't make you break up with him. That will be your choice. But he will know that I am your Mistress and your loyalty is to me first," she explained. "I may even go with you to your parents and make it clear that you are a cunt-licker."

The future so clearly explained to me had me a mental mess. Before I had time to make a decision, she gave me the time I needed, "You don't have to decide now, my pet. It is a very big decision. But I do want you to help me get dressed."

"Yes, ma'am," I used, choosing my words carefully.

"Ma'am," she laughed hard. "I can't get over that one."

She went to her closet and returned with white stockings. She instructed, "Put my stockings on your maybe Mistress, my pet."

The word Mistress sent a surprised pleasure shock directly to my pussy. I took the stocking, and slowly rolled it up her black legs. The white stockings were a sharp contrast to her chocolate skin. Once my hands reached the top, I paused, looking directly to her hairy pussy.

She smiled and reassured, "Don't worry my pet, I am not stingy with my cunt. I can come over and over and over again. But not right now, sadly, I have to leave pretty soon." Stopping at her closet door, "Oh, my pets do not wear underwear. No panties or bra except for when Aunt Flow visits."

My craving growing, my pussy beginning to tingle again, I obeyed and rolled the second stocking on. She went back to her closet and I stood up and unfastened my bra from my blouse and tossed it on her bed. I began buttoning up my blouse, aware that my stiff nipples would be clearly visible through the sheer white blouse.

Rosie returned and handed me a black leather skirt. Assuming what was expected of me; I dropped back to the floor and slid the skirt up her stocking-clad legs. Once on, I went to her back and zipped the skirt up. She turned around and her massive breasts were staring at me. I looked down at them, desperately wanting to touch them, kiss them. As if reading my mind, she offered, "Go ahead, my pet. I know you want to touch my tits."

Without hesitation, I put my hand on her big round left breast and held it in awe. As if in a trance, I moved forward and took her long erect nipple in my mouth. She allowed me to pleasure her breast for a minute or two before promising, "Next time, you may make love to them with your mouth, my pet." She actually patted me on my head, like a puppy. I should have been humiliated, yet instead I felt excited, like a puppy would when its Master petted it.

She noticed my bra on her bed and asked, "Are your panties still on?"

"Yes Mistr...." I began, catching myself at the last minute.

She smiled knowingly, clearly expecting that one day soon I would be calling her that regularly. "Hand them over," she demanded, extending her hand.

I quickly got out of my very soiled panties. She moved them to her nose and complimented, "Hmmm, you have a very sweet scent, my pet."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I graciously replied, every kind word just one more strand on a very thin rope that was keeping my utter submission from occurring.

She handed me a bra that was massive in size and yet sexy just the same in white lace. Without any instructions, I put her bra on her beautiful tits and buckled it up. She ordered, "Go into my closet and get me my black blouse."

I obeyed and returned with two, unsure which she wanted. She pointed to my right hand and I again, without instruction, dressed the beautiful black Goddess. I buttoned up each button, slowly watching her voluptuous breasts disappear behind the thin black fabric.

As I went to button the last two buttons, she instructed, "Stop. I need to keep some cleavage out and about."

"Of course, Ma'am," I agreed.

"We are almost done. Go get the black four inch heels with the open toe."

I again obeyed and returned to see her sitting on the edge of her bed waiting. I again fell to my knees, something that seemed to be rather regular today. I grabbed her stocking-clad ankle and slowly slid the shoe on her foot. In my head the story Cinderella suddenly popped up and I smiled at the absurdity of it all. I put on her second heel and waited further instruction.

Standing up, she announced, "I think you will be a very good pet, Jamie, a very good pet."

I remained in my submissive position in silence.

She handed me her phone and ordered, "Type your number in, my pet."

I eagerly obeyed.

Once done, I handed her back the phone and she said, "I will be texting you one day soon. Until then you have time to reconsider becoming my pet, although I doubt you will change your mind."

She pulled me up and kissed me, more tenderly than I have ever been kissed.

Once she broke it, she repeated an earlier thought. "You desperately need this, my pet. You are clearly not getting the training you need from your boyfriend. I bet he is even clueless to your desperate desire to submit to him, isn't he?"

"Yes," I replied with a sigh.

"As you wait for my text, which may come tomorrow, a week from now or a month, I expect you to follow just a few simple instructions."

I stared at her eagerly, wondering what they might be.

Understanding I was waiting to hear the conditions she explained, "First, of course as already instructed, no panties or bra. Second, you will only wear thigh high stockings or a garter belt and stockings, so I can have easy access to your tight pussy whenever I want to. Third, and lastly for now, you will always have your phone on so when I decide it is time I will not have to wait. Is that understood?"

I nodded, anxiety spreading all around me.

"Good," she said, "You may go now, my pet."

Silently, not able to even begin to form a sentence, I walked out of her room, her house and back into the real world.

In my car, I allowed the day's bizarre events to replay in my head. What had I just done? Why had I done it? What was I to do now? How was I going to face my boyfriend after my infidelity? These and a million others ricocheted in my head as I pondered my new predicament.

As I considered the options before me on my drive home I wondered if I could pretend that today never happened and go on living my vanilla life. Could I break up with the man I knew deep in my heart was perfect in almost every way and I was sure I would one day marry?

As I continued wondering which of these two I would choose my phone vibrated. I pulled over and saw the message was from an unknown number. A chill went up my back at the possibility it was from Rosie. I clicked on it.

Kitty.
I want you to pull over wherever you are right now and bring yourself to orgasm thinking of your complete submission to your black Mistress.
Do it now!!!
Mistress Rosie

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

Miss Rosie,
I obeyed your command.
Thank you for thinking of me.
Your hopeful sub.

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

Could I have it all? I would soon learn the answer to that question....

The End for now...

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AnonymousAnonymous5 months ago

Common keep writing this story it’s been over a year now

4chuckssite4chuckssiteover 1 year ago

Short and sweet but with many future possibilities that you seem to have forgotten over the past many years. Hate to see you destroy another man’s life by turning his beloved, but that’s what you do, isn’t it? I guess we can avoid that by continuing to ignore the ending to this sexy story.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 2 years ago

We need more in this story need to know if she does submit to Rosie which I’m sure she will

Arnie65Arnie65almost 2 years ago

I really hope for a sequel of this lovely story.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 2 years ago

Tease.

JOG

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