My Pet

I don't watch TV. If I need that kind of distraction, I read. I love reading next to a fire with the lights low. This doesn't work in the summer, of course, but during the winter is the best time to read, when there is snow outside and a warm fire inside and my pet next to me.

It's a bit hard on my pet. Her name is Janice, and I am constantly training her. She has a life, a good one. A strong one, an independent one. She works her own job, pays her own bills.

But in my presence, she's my pet. My play thing.

It took a while for us to come to this arrangement. Originally, she and I had something of a competition. Some might call it an all out war that I eventually won. It was most definitely a struggle and it is amazing that we both survived.

Bit in the end we eventually found our places, and Janice's place is naked, restrained, at my feet.

I admit that my penchant for reading is hard on her. She sits patiently, naked and beautiful, next to the chair. No TV means nothing for her to watch, nothing to occupy that beautiful, submissive mind of hers. Unless I provide a distraction, that is.

"Janice, my dear. Would you like a distraction tonight? I am deep in this novel, and I might be absorbed by it for a while."

Her eyes revealed the conflict the suggestion inspired in her mind. Finally, she nodded. This was all she could do, really, as she had a ball gag in her mouth.

Wearing a ball gag by itself, no other restraint, is a special kind of obedience training, with a bit of humiliation thrown in. She could remove it at any time, simply reach up and unbuckle. But I trust her not to. Because she is obedient.

The ball gag also makes her drool. She is not allowed to clean it up, so her chin and chest are usually glistening. That's humiliating, making a mess of yourself and not being able to clean it up.

"Good girl. Stay here." If I had truly wished to humiliate her then, I would simply have said "Stay". A command, simple, like a dog. By adding "here" I was giving her a tiny bit of respect that I knew she would notice.

I left for a moment, and returned to see her obediently in exactly the same place I had left her. I stroked her hair gently and lovingly. "Good girl."

We have a variety of clamps. Some are not as strong as others, some are prettier than others, and some of chains or other decorative items for beauty, like jewelry. You'd be surprised how different a nipple clamp can feel, depending on how firm it is, where it is placed, and that sort of thing. They all produce at least some basic discomfort; most produce pain. A few, placed well, can be enough to bring tears and make her beg for relief.

I kissed the top of her head then reached down and attached the first nipple clamp. The clamps I used are adjustable. There's a tiny ring around the base of them you can move up, which makes the tips of the clamp squeeze down harder.

I placed the clamp on her left nipple and slid the adjustment up about halfway. This increased the pressure and with it the discomfort; halfway is enough to cause pain, but not make it unbearable.

She didn't make a noise. The second clamp went one and there was a short inhalation of breath. I knew exactly how they hurt; I've used them myself. It is important for me to know exactly what sensations she is experiencing.

Of course, the clamps were also directly on the nipple, not back on the aureoli. That increases the pain. The nipples are more sensitive and smaller and more prone to pain.

"Are they secure? Test them, make sure they are attached well and creating enough discomfort," I instructed Janice.

Telling my submissive to test her own torture, to play with the pain and make sure it is sufficient, is a form of submission and torture by itself. Janice pulled on the chain, winced, and nodded.

Two large fishing weights appeared and I hung them from the chain attached to the clamps. They pulled the clamped nipples down, creating a sharper sensation of discomfort. She made no noise then, but I could see the pain in her face.

Just to help her, to make it clear the clamps were there-- the pain was there and was completely under my control, I handcuffed her wrists behind her back.

Her ball gag was removed and she licked her lips, working her mouth to get rid of the lingering feeling. Her chest remained shiny from the drool.

I then placed two objects on the table next to me where she could see them. First, a belt. Second, a strapon.

"I love it when you suffer for me," I said and leaned down, kissing her on the lips. "It excites me. Come. Kneel between my legs."

I slipped off my jeans and positioned myself on the chair, put one leg up over the arm, and took up my book and began reading.

Janice knelt between my legs, her clamp weights swinging slightly as she moved. Every small movement would hurt, I knew. The pain was a distraction. It would focus her mind on something while I read. That and the taste of my pussy.

"Eat," I said as I turned a page.

And she did. Her tongue moved my panties to the side and she began to lick and taste me, slowly, doing her best to get in there and make me happy.

It was unexpectedly pleasant. The relaxed feeling of sitting back and reading a favorite novel while my pet lapped and stimulated me. I wasn't going to cum anytime soon, but the sensations were just... delightfully satisfying.

She moved to my clit a little fast, and I had to redirect her. "Not just yet. You were doing fine. Inside a bit more, deeper."

She did her best.

I finished a chapter and put the book down. "OK, the clit. I am ready."

My eyes were closed and I was massaging my breasts, feeling sexier and ready to let the sensations take hold and become a climax.

Janice turned it on, pressing against my clit with her tongue. She didn't have her fingers to help, so she worked her tongue to slid against my bare clit, alternating flicking and pressing firmly, occasionally delving inside before returning to my clit.

When I was ready I grabbed her head, feeling her soft hair in my fingers and pressed her in. It was a quiet orgasm, a bit of hard breathing and a moan when the glow flooded through me.

I could see the hint of torment still in her eyes as I sighed and felt the endorphins slowly leave my body. The clamps were still hurting her.

"Time for your reward, Janice. You have made me happy this evening."

Janice looked a bit cautiously happy and her eyes darted to the belt and strapon that had been waiting on the table.

"Yes, you are right!" I grinned and chuckled and picked up the strapon.

Janice doesn't really like strapons. She is not a stranger to them, but they've never been a pleasure.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, Janice?" She calls me mistress, not because she wants to but because I've asked her to. She thinks it is silly, which is one reason I make her do it.

"I would really rather not do the strapon. I don't like them," she said clearly.

"Oh, I know that. That is specifically why we are using it tonight."

"Oh..." she said quietly.

"Open your mouth." She understands this ritual. Her body is mine. If I want to insert something into one of her holes at any time, I get to. She is to obey.

She opened her mouth obediently.

I leaned down, keeping her eyes on mine, looking, demanding her attention as I inserted two fingers in her mouth.

She took them obediently, and I began to move them in and out, pressing down, invoking the gag reflex. She did gag, my fingers were wriggling around inside her throat specifically to make her gag. Her stomach contracted, she tried hard to control the vomit, but my fingers fucked her mouth for a while, just to remind her that I was in charge.

I pulled out and she gasped, breathing freely again.

"Now, do you need to be secured before we begin?"

I knew the answer already. "No. I am OK. Mistress."

"Fine then. Over the chair."

Janice obediently leaned over a chair we have designated for punishment. The back of the chair pushed against her stomach and lifted her hips. She spread her legs slightly to allow access. Good girl. I slid my hand over her tight ass in appreciation.

"Before you begin, can I have the clamps removed?" She asked.

"Of course." I removed them one at a time, which caused a small yip of pain. Removing them hurt as much as putting them on. I imagine the nipples had become numb in the last half hour and the return of blood meant a return to pain. I reached around and massaged her breasts and nipples for a moment.

"You know, we should invite one of your friends over to watch this sometime."

Silence.

I placed two fingers on her pussy from behind and slid them along her slit, feeling her sex, then slid two fingers insider her. Withdrawing them I could see she was wet. Ready. What a submissive slut.

"I'd rather you not bring an audience to watch me." She said.

"I know, dear. I know. It will be difficult for you. But it will be an important part of your training. The humiliation of showing a friend just what a pain slut you are, how you subject yourself willingly to being fucked and demeaned, well... I think we will have to discuss this in more detail. The audience I mean. Later. For now, simply imagine what it would be like if Jody were here, watching you as I fuck you now."

And with that, I pressed my cock against her pussy, slowly shoving it in. "Spread your legs further."

Even though she was wet, her flesh resisted.

"Lube," I said.

She seemed relieved. "Yes, please."

After smearing on some lube, the cock slipped in a lot easier. I watched it spread her lips as they expanded, forced apart by the cock, until they surrounded and hugged the cock as if it was trying to draw it in.

I love hearing her grunt when the rubber appendage slides in all the way the first time.

I began sliding it in and out, slowly at first. It's a large dildo with a natural feel. I truly enjoyed watching her pussy lips grip the phallus as I slid it out, and then feeling the resistance as I pushed it back in.

Grabbing her hips, I made sure it went all the way in. I knew she was feeling impaled at this moment, and that gave me immense pleasure.

My fucking continued, slowly increasing the rhythm. I enjoy the feeling of thrusting my hips, knowing each thrust is filling her, penetrating her, spreading her wider, pushing against her insides.

My hands went to her breasts as I leaned over her, hugging her from behind as I thrust. I pushed her down flat so I could lay on top of her, completely dominating her.

Her breathing was getting faster, either from pleasure or the strain of being pounded by my cock. Her ass was raised slightly to meet my thrusts.

My hand worked from her breasts to her throat, squeezing just a little. She was panting, the panting in time with my thrusts. The dildo inside her was probably messing with her insides enough it was effecting her breathing.

Time for the belt.

The belt was looped, the end inserted into the buckle. I slipped it over her head and pulled. It tightened around her neck like a noose.

"Oh!" she gasped, surprised by the unexpected constriction. "Oh my.. god..."

The last word came out a little strangled as I pulled the belt tighter, constricting it around her beautiful neck. I slipped it over her head and around her neck easily at first, but once in place I yanked, making the loose loop tighten around her neck.

The flesh puffed out a bit from the sides of the belt, showing it was squeezing nicely.

The fucking continued, and I used the belt like a set of reigns on a horse as I rode my pet. Being careful to not cut off air completely, and making sure blood flow continued, I fucked my darling girl until she was exhausted and spent, gasping for air each time I eased up on the belt, then gurgling again when I pulled back.

There's something so delightful in controlling a slave so completely. Fucking them while being able to cut their oxygen, determining when and how much they breathe. The feeling of thrusting hips-- I can sort of understand the pleasure men experience in thrusting into a girl.

It's such a primal feeling, using your hips to penetrate and hearing her grunts from the foreign object invading her abdomen and strangling cries as you allow her to breathe.

I was merciful. I stopped long before her pussy got very sore, and before she really began to choke and gag. The purpose of the belt was simply to exert more control over her. To let her know she had no options, no personal alternative, to letting me do as I pleased with her, regardless of how painful it was.

Had I allowed her to touch herself during the fucking she would have had at least one orgasm. I did not. Her wrists remained secured behind her back, unable to touch herself. She was not allowed any orgasms at this time. Not until the weekend.

Her experiences that evening were strictly an exercise in submission. Having her accept and endure and perform for me, because I demanded it of her.

When I had finished with her, I let her know just how proud I was.

"Come here, my little one. You've done well."

Taking her in my arms, I kissed her gently and nuzzled her neck. "I love it when you submit to me," I whispered in her ear, my arms around her naked body.