Puppy Girl Ch. 08

"Much better," she replied.

"There will be some times where you aren't at the center of my attention," she continued. "During these times, while I am working, or something takes me away, you may rest, lay around, or we could decide on some acceptable activities. I will let you know when meal times are, and I expect you to eat. They will be prepared that you will be able to eat without breaking your role."

"Speaking of, you are probably feeling very tentative, and still shy right now. Being my sub will require you to shelve your inhibitions, and place pleasing me at higher importance than yourself. Remember, I will take care of you, but you are here for my satisfaction, and any you get in return, will be an earned reward."

"I... I understand Ma'am..." I said quietly.

"Oh! The most important part!" She said with a grin. "Close your eyes pet, I'll tell you when to open."

I complied, and sensed her walking away for a minute. She returned, but I kept my eyes closed. I felt her hand wrap around my hair, pulling it to the side. Then, I felt cool leather slide around my neck, tightening gently, and the snap of a clasp coming shut. I opened my eyes. The restrictive feeling wasn't uncomfortable, but it sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a throb between my legs.

I was collared, and it felt wonderful.

"You are never, EVER, to try to remove this collar. You will wear it as long as you are here; it signifies you belong to me. At times, I may attach a leash, or use it other ways, but it is mine to use, or not use. You may touch it, inspect it, but it is a sign of our arrangement, and you're to respect that."

I slid my hand around it, it was snug against my skin, but not too tight.

"I like it..." I said, and then added, "Mistress..."

"Good. I thought you would," she said, beaming. "You know, the neck can be a very, very sensitive and sensual place to touch, and you will have that as a constant reminder..."

"What are you feeling?" she followed up.

I remembered the question, and I reflected, trying to come up with the most honest answer I could.

"The collar, it feels really... wow. Sorry, I don't know how to describe it Ma'am. And it makes me excited. I'm nervous, and anxious, but all kinds of excited,"

I could tell she understood what I meant, and she bent her lips into a smile. I was trying to be very aware of how I spoke, making sure I used Mistress, or Ma'am all the time. I was honest though, without touching, I was aware of my very damp excitement. I pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the building pressure. We'd barely begun, but I was already horny. I immediately thought of my vivid sexual fantasies of her, and how I succumbed to my own desire. I felt the redness burning in my cheeks again, was there ever going to be an end to my blushing?

"Do you feel comfortable? Are you ready for more?"

It was hard, because this was all so new to me. There was one thing I knew for sure though, I wanted more.

"Yes, Mistress, I want more..."

"Good answer. Stand up for me again."

I did as I was told, she snaked around behind me, and I felt her fingers on my bra clasp.

"It's time for me to see what's mine," she cooed, and I felt it come undone. I resisted the urge to cover up, and I let her pull the undergarment off me. Sensually, she ran her hands over my exposed breasts giving the nipples a tug, testing them. I cried out, they were more sensitive then I'd ever remembered. She traced down my sides again, over my waist, gripping me for a second, before hooking her fingers underneath my panties. She slid them down my legs, and the cooler air made me legs quiver as I felt my wet pussy become exposed.

"Whose are these?" She asked, squeezing my boobs from behind.

"They are yours, Ma'am."

"They are my what?"

"My breasts, Ma'am, they're yours..."

Her hands slipped downward again, sliding down my stomach, until she made contact with my pussy.

"And who's is this?" She pressed into me, making me press back into her.

"It's yours..."

"What's mine?"

"MY PUSSY!" I burst, "My wet little pussy is yours, all yours Mistress!"

She barely pressed against me, holding my naked waist against her, and she gyrated her hips against mine. The teasing was cruel; my body ached for so much more attention...

She leaned into my ear, "I can tell, you're already desperate, aren't you little one?"

I nodded fervently, my pride losing the battle with my aching desire. The torture continued for a few minutes, she would barely trace the outside of my swollen pussy lips, and every so often she would dip a stray finger into my folds, but it wasn't enough...

"Not yet little pet," she rhymed, "I don't think you've earned it yet."

I bit my lip, a little frustrated, but if she wanted my cooperation, I was now definitely in the mood to give it. She released me, and I turned around to look at her, holding my arms behind my back, naked save my collar.

"Mmm, it will be hard to keep myself from simply ravishing you, you are a beautiful little thing,"

I was totally on board with ravishment.

"But, I feel entirely overdressed, would you be so kind as to undress me pet?"

She was being playful! Who would've guessed? I smiled, brushed my hair away as I looked at her, wondering where to begin. I started with her dress shirt, unbuttoning the cuffs, first the left then the right. I kept checking her face, but she patiently smiled at me. I moved to the bottom of her shirt, undoing button after button on the way up. Her skin started to become exposed, and I held my breath as I pushed it off her shoulders. It was a little tied with her scarf, so I awkwardly undid that as well, laughing a little, nervously.

She seemed to be enjoying my struggle however, an amused look on her face. Her red silk bra was exposed, and I had to stare for a moment at her near-perfect breasts. They were fairly big, but firm and supple, surely a result from taking excellent care of her body. Slowly, I started to reach for the front clasp. She grabbed my hands suddenly, and brought them down abruptly to her waist.

"Leave that for now, please continue."

I obeyed, my hands undoing the front clasp of her slacks, and with much less grace then with her taking mine, I brought her pants down to her ankles, squatting, and waiting for her to step out. She gripped my shoulders for balance, and she did, kicking them in my direction. I picked up her clothes,

"Um, should I do anything with these Mistress?" I asked.

As much as I was eager to continue, I also wanted to be attentive, and helpful to her. She seemed to appreciate it, and under her instruction, I folded them nicely, placing them on a corner table. I came back to her, acutely aware of our mutual nakedness, but she didn't seem shy or embarrassed in the least. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying every one of my tentative, shy moments.

I didn't know what to do, but I came, stood in front of her again. My body silently wished she would take me right there, but I knew there was more to come in between now, and hopefully my release. I could barely keep my attention away from the burning need inside me, and I shifted back and forth,

"What would you like me to do Mistress?"

"Anxious to continue, are we?" She teased. I bit my lip; I felt tortured, and she'd barely laid a hand on me.

"You seem to fall victim to your own lust," she continued huskily. "I think you would do just about anything I asked..."

"Yes Mistress..." I was praying she meant what I hoped she meant.

"Then come, sit by me."

She sat in her leather sofa seat, and I got the idea, and I followed her, kneeling down near her feet. I touched my collar again; it really was at the beck and call of her...

"Suck these," she said, all of a sudden. I looked up, and two fingers were extended. I leaned in, I parted my lips, and moved until I took them in. I stared into her eyes, and I closed my mouth around her digits, and began to slowly suck them.

"There's a good girl..."

I don't know how to explain it well, but I felt a very warm feeling, I was happy she was pleased with me. I closed my eyes, and just focused on her. I rolled my tongue over her fingers, hoping it felt good for her. I started to forget my own needs; my thought was on making her happy, on making her want me.

She pulled her hand away, brushing my hair with the other, petting my head. I sighed as her fingers raked my scalp, sending more shivers down my spine.

"Mmm, very good so far," she said.

Her hands felt so soothing on my head, but they slowed, and then they were gone, as I heard her readjust on the seat.

"Now, I want you to kiss my skin, from the bottom, to the top."

I think I knew what she meant, so I maneuvered to right in front of her. Holding eye contact, I began to kneel down, kissing the tops of her feet. It felt very subservient, but if it was what she wanted... I continued, going from her right ankle, to her left, then her foreleg, and the other, gently touching each spot with my lips. I moved further up, and she spread her legs a bit wider. I kissed her knees, traveling slower as I knew what spot I was approaching.

Her hand found its way into my hair again, guiding me to her most intimate place. Still covered, I looked up, and with a nod, she gently pulled me into her. I pressed my lips into where I knew her slit would be, and feeling brave, I sucked a little. I could smell and taste her arousal (and I had to say it was much more enjoyable then my last close-up with someone's pussy).

I inhaled deeply, and she released me. Apparently, I wasn't done, so I continued. I kissed around her waistline, her stomach, up her sides. I had to admire how fit she kept herself, especially knowing how busy she kept herself. I placed my hands on her legs as I rose higher, taking a quick glance at her face, I leaned into the swell of her breasts, my first kiss there landing at the top of her cleavage. I kissed the exposed skin, before doing over the bra-covered area. I was thorough, and she hummed, which I took as a sign I was doing well. After lingering for a while, I moved higher, her breastbone, her neck, her cheek, her ear...

And then she stopped me. I recoiled, confused. Did she not like what I was doing, was it not good enough?

"Very good Brooke, you have a talent with those lips." She grabbed my chin, and tilted my face up, as if to inspect them. "I think they will be of great use to me..."

I know I had said that all I was thinking about was pleasing her, but at that moment, all I wanted was for her to have her way with me, and make me cum.Had I not been so enthralled in what I was doing, I may have crammed my fingers into my own pussy, just to alleviate some of the monumental pressure ready to explode from between my thighs.

"I have a challenge for you, my little one," she continued. "I am going to test your limits a little, and you may find some of it intense, and perhaps painful. If you hold your tongue, and keep still and quiet, you will very much enjoy your reward."

I bit my lip. I was nervous, sure, but I could see myself doing just about anything for gratification at this point. I hated pain, but my arousal was incredibly apparent. My pussy dripped, my nipples were hard as diamonds, my skin was flush and warm. I was fully in heat, and becoming a slave to it.

"Would you like me to bind you?" she asked.

The question caught me off guard, I didn't think I would have a choice in those kind of things. I thought about it, and honestly, I thought that might help. I didn't trust myself to keep still, and I needed all the help I could get to hold out with my low pain tolerance. I nodded to her. Maybe it would even heighten the sensations, or make them less painful.

She was quick about it, returning with a cloth strap. My wrists were bound behind my back, secured snugly, and expertly. I was made to kneel, facing away from her, and I heard her step away. A minute later she was back, and a silky blindfold was put over my eyes.

"Let's see how you handle, my pet," she whispered in my ear. Everything felt so much more intense now that I couldn't see.

Her hands were on me, suddenly. But it was different than before. The sensuality was gone, and there was strength behind her touch. She reached around, grabbed my boobs roughly. She squeezed them hard, and then, grabbing a handful, she pulled them apart, and pressed hard together. Mercilessly she tested them, but I gritted my teeth; it was at least bearable, and the thought of my reward was present in my mind.

She moved on, and I was bent over, I'm sure I was lewdly displayed in front of her.

"Not a sound, remember, you will keep totally still," she warned.

With a hard smack, she grabbed a handful of my butt. She dug her fingers in, and moved the flesh around. Again, she did it, this time both cheeks. I almost let a peep escape, and I could feel the redness start to spread. Then, it was a sharp pain, as her fingernails dug in, and then scratched back up my back. I can't say I like this, but I still wanted to get off, if she'd let me.

I was pulled back, on to my knees again. I felt her behind me, pressing against me, and I thought it might be that time. She wasn't done, however. A firm hand grasped my neck, and anther slid over my breast, rough fingers grabbed my right nipple. She squeezed it, and pulled it, and it hurt. She twisted, teased, yanked, and a shrill squeal barely escaped my lips.

"And what was that?" She mocked.

I shook my head, and waited, hoping she'd let it slide. She began to repeat the same treatment, and I gripped my forearms tightly, clenching my teeth hard. I felt tears began to well up, one sliding down my cheek, and I started to shake. It was too much now... what was that safe word again??

And then she stopped.

I was released from being tied up, and she removed the blindfold from my head.

"Are you all right, Brooke?" she asked. I felt the concern in her voice. "I'm sorry if I pushed you, but it's important for both of us to know your limits."

She stroked my face, catching the couple tears that escaped my eyes. I rubbed myself; I felt very sore. I did try my hardest, but I was right at that point where it was too much...

"Pain can be complimentary to pleasure," she went on, "and now I have a good idea of what you can take. You are tough, even if you think you aren't."

My eyes lowered, I wasn't so sure, but her reassurances were helping.

"In fact, you've done marvelously, so I think you've earned your reward..."

My head jolted up, looking at her mischievous grin. She procured a black leather leash, and clipped it to my neck. She patted her leg, and beckoned me to follow her along. I pawed behind her, on my hands and knees. We moved into a room I'd never seen before. A large bed was topped with pillows and a purple comforter: this was her bedroom.

"Another rare treat for you my pet; hop up on the bed, lie face down," she instructed.

I quickly obliged, following her orders and lying backside-up on her deceptively squishy bed. My leash was hooked lazily on the corner post, and then I felt her presence on the bed behind me. Her hands went to the back of my thighs spreading me out. Even after her test, I was still dripping with arousal, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly, I was finally going to be able to release.

The next thing I felt was her face pressed between my legs. After a long inhale, I felt a rough, thick tongue lap the outside of my pussy. The first direct contact made me moan, and I wiggled my hips backward a bit, begging for more. She licked at my core for a little bit, before moving upwards, and replacing her tongue with her fingers. They spread and thrust inside me. Reality hit me: I was being finger-fucked by another, older woman!

And I was loving it.

I was a steady stream of 'MMmm' sounds, my hips rising and falling to help her reach my deepest parts. I knew she would only let me cum when she was ready, but I was getting to my breaching point already.

"Mistress," I spoke huskily, "I'm... I'm getting close."

"That's a good girl. You're not going to hold back tonight, you're going to explode, and you, and the rest of your orgasms, will be all mine."

Between her expert technique, her dirty words, and my already heightened state, I stopped trying to hold back the coming waterfall. It only took me another minute, before tiny little bubbles of light began to burst in my vision, and thunderous waves of pleasure crashed through my body.

"Mis—Mistress, ... I'm cumming!!" I proclaimed.

"Do it now! Give it to me!" she shouted back.

I convulsed, my body vibrating violently as powerful surge of cum came from within me. I groaned loudly, totally relishing in the pleasurable release. I turned around, and saw my Mistress cleaning off her fingers in her mouth.

"Did you like that, my pet?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, I think you can repay the favor, it's time to get you some practice."

Without another word, she stripped out of her panties, revealing a well trimmed pubic area, and I could just barely see the drops of her excitement as well. She grabbed my leash, and sat on the bed facing me. She tugged me closer, bringing my face between her thighs. Still in my post-orgasmic high, I wasted no time.

Clumsily, I began to lick and tongue at her opening, covering the outside with my saliva. She pulled me on my leash, pressing my deeper. I grabbed her hips to brace myself, and I pressed deeper inside. She let out a guttural moan, very uncharacteristic up to this point. I liked it. I flexed my tongue, started pushing it in and out. I flicked at her clit, moving everywhere. I didn't really know if I was good, but her bucking hips and moans encouraged me.

I kept it up; trying to mimic what had felt good on me before, moving from her clit to inside her wet lips. She was growing louder,

"That's it, yes, more," she said hurriedly. "That's right, please your Mistress..."

I closed my eyes, eating her out furiously. Seconds later, she arched her back, and let loose, her orgasm flooded on to my face, most going past my lips. She held me tight as she rode it out. As her grip loosened, I slinked away. I inhaled loudly; I must've been holding my breath for a long time. I was exhausted, and I felt fatigue invade me quickly. I laid my head down on the mattress, listening to us breathe.

Her hand was on my head again, petting my hair. I felt tired, but incredibly content. My body was aching and exhausted.

"Falling asleep? It's not that late yet..." I heard her say.

"No Ma'am, I'm just a little tired..."

"Well you're no use if you're too tired, let's put you to bed." She got up, pulling on pant bottoms. "I guess I'll get some work done, but this is where you'll sleep."

She showed me into a smaller, office-type room, but there was a low, square cushiony thing. There was a small pillow, a couple blankets. I knelt down on it. I guess it was comfortable enough, all though I wouldn't be able to stretch out. I padded around on it, but when I turned around, she was at the door.

"Well done tonight. I will wake you in the morning, there is a lot more you'll need to learn and experience. Good night... my girl."

"Goo-... good night," I said back, but she had already closed the door. "Mistress..."

I heard the door latch, and get locked from her side. I was tired, and I felt very used. But at the same time, this is exactly what I asked for. I was her sub now, and she did give me a very, very, excellent orgasm. I guess I was still having second thoughts, but my body was fading fast. I pulled the blankets over me, and curled up. I thought of nothing but her until I fell asleep.

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Whew! That was a lot, it took me a while to get it all together, but at least there's a possible direction to take it going forward! Please let me know if you liked it, and what you think!