The New Master

You feel a massive hand slip your collar around your throat. And buckle it. And take up your handle and hold it firmly.

All the while, I pour affection from my eyes, and I say, "You are perfect, my Pet. Now let's get started."

Part III

Excitement and panic crash through you, and you focus on my eyes to keep yourself still and to contain your emotions.

Sir says, "Are you ready to be a good boy for me today? Don't speak. Just use your body to communicate."

You tilt your head up to look at the man who has just declared in no uncertain terms that there is just one true man here, and you are just a pet. Before you really understand what you're doing, your ass begins to wiggle from side to side, and your head nods a slight yes. You've just given control of yourself to Sir.

I watch as your entire demeanor goes into silly sweet puppy mode. It's so cute. I'm not quite sure what Sir has in mind right now, but I'm present to watch and play along. I'm pretty sure it will be interesting, at the very least.

As you wait for a command, you concentrate on the scent of the large man behind you. You're not quite sure what to make of it as you sit patiently.

A twitch of your lead has you lining up on Sir's left side, like a good puppy. That's when you notice the large red dog bed next to the end of the couch.

As you sit back again at Sir's side, waiting to obey his next command, you wonder, briefly what it will be, then give up trying to figure it out. "What is the bed for?" you wonder.

As soon as Sir takes a step, your handle is tugged, and you're immediately scrambling to move with him towards the dog bed. Just a few steps, and you on your hands and knees, and you're there. A snap of those huge fingers and he points at the bed.

Your attention is required and the order is given. You know how a dog uses his bed. You crawl to it on hands and knees.

"Should I lay down and curl up like I dog?" you think to yourself. Not wanting to disappoint, you lay down, curling up into the fetal position to stay within the confines of the bed. You've never done this for anyone before, much less a man. "What has become of me?" you wonder.

"Good boy. Stay. I'm going to do some very sexy things to this Lady of yours, and you are going to watch like a good little dog."

Your stomach suddenly roils and knots up. Your Lady. Yours. He is going to...

You watch him walk towards me, jealousy wracking you, but you stay still. You know your place.

I'm sitting on the couch, still wearing my stilettos and my lingerie. Watching him put you in your place and walk back towards me is strangely exciting. He towers over me.

As you watch us, you think how small I look compared to this man. His bulging muscles enforce his air of power with size. You think how I have never looked more beautiful to you, positioned below him, and worry gnaws at you gut for me.

Sir's eyes are intense as they look at me, and I know that you can recognize the posture of hunter sighting prey in his body, as he stands above me.

A slow smile spreads across my face. I accept the challenge.

You see my lips twitch, as they do when I'm thinking a particularly wicked thought. And my smile broadens, and shows teeth. My own predator's smile.

You shake all over as you read my familiar body language easily. Your cock drips and you can't look away from this powerful mating ritual.

I lift my right hand and cock my finger at this huge man, this Sir. "Come here, and let's give my Pet a show."

For the first time ever, you're going to watch another man take me. Conflicting emotions, jealousy and excitement race through you, battling for supremacy.

Faster than I would have thought possible, he lunges and scoops me up, pulling me halfway off the couch to his mouth.

His kiss is like an attack, all heat and strength and barely restrained violence. An eruption of animal passion explodes in front of you, that you can only sit and witness.

As his lips cover mine, and his tongue forces it's way into my mouth, my arms wrap up and around, across his shoulders and onto his head, my fingernails pressing in deep, to hold me onto him.

I growl low in my throat as our tongues duel against each other for primacy, teeth scraping, his arms tightening, almost cutting off my air supply.

I use my arms and legs to wrap myself around him, hunched over me. I try to pull him down, but of course, I have no leverage.

You can feel your heart pounding as if to escape your chest as you watch the battle. You are watching this man handle me as you never could, you just don't have the physical size for it.

He'll win if I fight for what I want on purely physical levels. I know this. I have no chance. So, I let go. I go limp. I'm bent backwards in his arms, draped across him, open to him, waiting to see what he'll do with me.

He's startled for a moment as my mouth leaves his, then he snarls. You can see his nostrils flare as he leans over me, taking in my scent. My ear, my neck, moving down my body.

Your body and mind seem to settle into calm, now that the heat of battle has subsided. You focus on us, and the story unfolding in front of you.

He slowly lowers me back to the couch, his hands running along every inch of my body, as he tests my scent. I wait, enjoying this primal, erotic behavior, watching to see what will happen next, and his nose traces my nipple.

He explores my body as you watch.

"Mine!" your mind howls. The body, the curves that you know so well, the scent that sends you flying over the edge every time. Is now all in his hands.

My nipple tightens up with him over me, and I arch my back slightly, pressing forward.

His hand covers my other breast, his huge thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple, just hard enough to make me gasp.

Hearing that familiar sound of arousal sends your excitement levels soaring.

I can see you out of the corner of my eyes, stirring on your bed, even sitting up slightly to get a better view.

He continues moving down my body, his nose leading the way. His teeth nip at my belly, making me gasp and moan.

His hands have slid down my side to my hips, grabbing them tightly, and scooting me down on the couch, so that my legs are spread, and my ass is on the corner of the cushion, exposing me even more.

You're feeling restless and confined by the boundaries of the dog bed around you. You're used to having a lot of leeway with me, to roam and explore where your passions take you, and you're getting impatient.

You know your place. You stay on your doggie bed, just turning and sitting up to see better. You don't want to disappoint me, tonight. You don't want to disappoint Sir.

Sir's sunk to his knees, to bring himself closer to my body, and the sight of his immense body between my legs is driving you wild.

Everything about the scene in front of you is captivating, and you can't look away. You try to catch my eyes, but they are focused downward on Sir.

Closer and closer he moves, until his nose hovers just over my panties. There is something on his face that you can see. Something you recognize in yourself. Something that is missing in you right now in your state of utter submission.

The beast.

The predator.

That look on his face, with his body crouched hungrily between my legs is a scene so hot that your hips are moving and grinding against the fabric of your bed as you sit.

Sir inhales deeply. You know what he scents. You were there, not long ago, but it's hard to understand the passage of time right now. He inhales the scent of your woman, and you see his body react.

He presses his face deep into my crotch, inhaling loudly enough for you to hear it, and turns and looks at you, his eyes boring into yours, as he looks over my leg.

You know what he's experiencing in that position, with that scent, and the realization hits you. The scent you had always considered yours is no longer. You resign yourself to sharing me with this dominant beast, and taking what you're allowed.

His mouth covers my panties, and his eyes close. His tongue wets the fabric through, making me squirm under him.

I hear a soft whimper from your direction. I turn my head slightly to see you watching the scene with a fervency I don't think I've ever seen in you before. You're coiled like a spring, watching and waiting for something to do.

His hands move on my hips and flip me over, and he presses his face into my ass, scenting me deeply.

His fingers are sunk deeply into my flesh, as I kneel on the couch on all fours.

As you watch, you bring your hand to your nose. An inhale brings you the remnants of my scent, leftover from lovemaking that morning. Memories flood and overlap the display in front of you, and you sigh softly.

He stands up and leans over, whispering something in my ear. I nod. His hands run over my ass possessively.

You love me in that position, exposed on the couch like that, but his massive body there as well sends chills through you, as you try to anticipate what might happen.

He glances back over at you, and smiles, with bared teeth.

His fingers slide my panties over into my ass crack, baring my flesh to him.

His fingers trail up and down my crack, over the bunched up fabric, making me squirm.

Seeing my body move in arousal makes your cock spurt some precum onto your pillow, but you barely notice, as wrapped up as you are.

Then he pulls the fabric of my panties aside completely, running his finger up and down the valley of my flesh.

I'm rocking forward and back as he touches me.

You watch me intently for all the signs of my arousal, and you see me ready and awaiting his touches, letting my body and my reactions be led by his hands.

I bite my lip and smile, enjoying the sensation of this large man playing with me, and I try to imagine what's going through your head right now.

You can see his fingers reaching down between my legs. Sliding down my soaked lips to find the right spot. When I gasp, you know he's reached it.

Your bed is so confining, as you stretch, trying to see all that's happening. The reality that I am about to be taken by this beast is sinking in, and you are getting excited at the idea.

My juices have trickled down over my clit, and he rubs gently, making my hips wiggle and buck against him, and my breath come in gasps.

A rush of precum oozes from your cock at the familiar sounds of my pleasure.

His other hand rests on my lower back, pressing me into place so I don't buck away, and his eyes catch yours.

You feel him looking at you, and you know that your eyes are wild with desire and need. You glance down, averting your eyes from his gaze. You don't want to challenge this man.

"Watch me, little pup." You hear Sir growl.

Your heart pounds violently in your chest upon hearing this. You look up and see his strong am still pinning me down.

Your eyes are caught by the view of his muscular ass in those jeans and it seems to be calling you. You want to crawl over and sniff it, to know the scent of your new master. Quickly, you look back up to him, then down to his hand fondling me.

"Good boy."

His praise causes another rush of precum, and you wonder again, "What's happening to me?"

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as his fingers work on me, and you dare not look away now

He stares you down. Making it clear that he is giving me pleasure while you stay like a good boy on your doggie bed in your collar and lead.

He holds your gaze, his eyes full of domination, control, ownership, challenge, and pride as I cum for him in front of you, growling out my pleasure, my hips bucking for him.

You feel him reinforcing your place with that stare. Your place as a dog, as a pup in this, your new pack.

Your body trembles in reaction to the sounds of my pleasure. You want to look at me, to search for my eyes, but you continue doing as you're told and watching.

He smiles at you. He can see how your body is reacting to my noises. His hand moves, sliding along my slit, and I feel him press a finger into me.

I sigh as his huge finger begins to explore me, the rest of his hand sliding back and forth across my sensitized clit.

You remember the feeling of one of his massive fingers sliding in and out of your ass, and you long for that now as you watch.

He seems to find the right spot quickly, sliding in and out of me. I push back onto him, moving in time, his hand still casually resting on my back, grounding me.

I'm writhing now, working up to another orgasm, when he slides a second finger into me, stretching me out, filling me.

You don't know when, but at some point you sat up from your heels, and you're kneeling on all fours on your dog bed, your cock hanging between your legs with a constant drip of precum.

His smile has gotten wider now, as he watches your face, seeing him make me cum for him like this.

Two fingers push me over the edge, and I spasm again, shuddering and shaking and moaning. You know those sounds and how they feel on you, and you can't help but make the comparison when you see him bring them out of me.

Your hips are bucking uselessly against the air as you realize he's able to make me cum as easily as you do. You're not sure how you feel about that, but you can't help but get excited by the view. You look over and see his massive cock pressing against the front of his jeans. You look down at your own cock, uselessly hanging there, and realize there is no comparison.

That is a real man's cock.

He keeps at me, bringing me another round of moaning and shaking before he withdraws his fingers, and whispers again in my ear.

I stay in my position on the couch as he walks over to you, and holds out his hand, "Sniff it."

You lean forward and inhale, recognizing my scent. You want it. You need it. This is the scent that drives you, your reason for being, smeared all over this unknown man.

I'm watching your interaction from my place on the couch. It really is like the huge man is letting a nervous dog sniff his hand to get his scent. I watch, enthralled.

He lets you sniff the back and front of his large hand, then says, "Good boy. Lick it clean."

You start slowly licking your new master's hand, but the taste and scent overwhelm you and you quickly lap up all that you can find.

Watching you lick his hand like a faithful hound is extremely hot for me. I smile, loving the image of these two men I adore together.

I say, just loud enough for you to hear, "You are such a good boy, my Pet."

Your ass wiggles faster as you slide your tongue between his fingers, desperate to find more of my taste on him.

His other hand ruffles your hair, to let you know you've been a good dog, then he steps away, saying, "Stay."

You sigh as he walks away from you. You sit back on your heels, your hair mussed, and you feel lonely.

Stepping back towards me, he looks at my ass and rubs his hands over it.

Grabbing my panties in both hands, he simply rips them off, exposing me completely to him, causing you to let out an involuntary whine.

He presses the front of his jeans against me, the thick outline of his cock pointing up to his waistband.

His eyes half close, and his nostrils flare as he pulls me back against the fabric.

You raise up off your heels somewhat as you watch intently.

He steps back from me, just slightly, and turns towards you. "Pet, come."

You quickly leap to all fours and crawl over.

You stop and sit back on your heels right in front of him.

He looks down at you, and says, "Take me back out of my jeans, pup."

Your hands shake as you raise them to the top button of his jeans, and you try to work your fingers to unfasten it.

You don't move quite fast enough. He reaches for the back of your head and smashes your face into his crotch.

He rubs himself against you there, and all you can smell is his maleness and feel the pressure of that giant member pressing against your check through the denim.

He releases you after a few moments to continue.

You catch your breath, his scent still overpowering your nose. The strange scent of him is intoxicating and a little disorienting.

A growl starts to form in his throat. You'd better hurry!

You manage to get his button unfastened and you see his cock twitch out of the corner of your eye.

You quickly unzip his jeans and start to pull them down over his thick legs. His cock leaps from it's confinement and startles you, brushing your face.

You bend down to the floor, pulling the jeans with you. He steps out of his pants, paying no mind to your brush with his cock. You slide his jeans out of the way.

"Get it wet for me, little pup," Sir commands.

You take his cock into your mouth. This time, it feels easier to fit, it sliding deeper than it had before in just one stroke.

You suck it, hungrily, wanting it, needing it so badly. All of your focus is on this cock in your mouth and giving it pleasure. A drip of precum slides across your tongue, and you moan, sucking even more eagerly.

I'm following the scene intently, loving this play going on without me. I can just watch over my shoulder from all fours.

You suck hungrily at his cock, using your mouth and tongue to thoroughly soak it, as he asked.

"Pet," I say, "I know you can do better than that. I know you want to. Do it for me."

Upon hearing my voice, you slide your face even further down his cock, taking it into your throat and gagging loudly. You pull back, coughing, your lips still connected to him by a long trail of drool. Your face is on fire from the effort.

"Yessssss. That's my good Pet. Thank you. You are such a good boy for me."

You shove that cock back down your throat, deeper. You hold it there, gagging around it's thickness, but you still keep it there as long as you can, trying to make me happy.

I see Sir's face split into a wide grin as he turns to look at me. I know what he's thinking, and I'm so damn proud of you right now, I could burst.

You finally pull back, sputtering, with tears rolling from your eyes. Wetness drips heavily from him and you fight to catch your breath.

His hand lands gently on your head, drawing you away from his dripping member. Strings of saliva have fallen to coat your cock and legs.

You lick your lips hungrily, still wanting more.

"Go to your place, Pet, and watch," he says.

You crawl back over to your place, and turn around, sitting on your haunches.

He turns back to me and plants himself between my legs. His hands are on my hips, and his gigantic cock is nuzzling at my cunt.

He pushes forward with just a slight pressure, and I can feel your cooling drool coating his cock head, mixing with my juices.

Your nostrils flare as you watch, trying to catch all of the scents in the room.

A little more force, and he's starting to press into me, stretching me as he enters. I gasp and moan, feeling the largest cock I have ever taken fit itself into me.

You're straining to get a better look, and you whimper loudly.

It's filling me, touching every wall as he slides inside, bit by bit.

You search for my eyes, and you can't catch them. I'm too lost in the feeling of being filled and stretched, crying slightly and breathing heavily.

Your concern for me is growing. You want to be near me. You're restive and rocking back and forth as you watch.

Sir barks, "Pup, get up on the couch and see to your Mistress."

A feeling of gratitude fills you as you clamber up onto the couch to look into my eyes.

You can see a tear on my lashes, and my smile trembles. The affection shines in my eyes, and the pleasure.

"Kiss me, Pet."

You kiss me tenderly and passionately. A kiss full of adoration and connection. You can feel my excitement, and you're sharing yours with me.

As you kiss, me, you feel me gasp into your mouth as he drives the rest of his cock into me.