My Pet

February 13, 2008 – 10:00 am

I sit waiting for you at the door. I have placed the fur-
lined leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, locking them
shut with the tiny padlocks you had specially made for
me. I kneel naked, with my knees spread, as you have
ordered, with my hands placed palm up on my thighs and my
head down. My hair is pulled to one side so that you may
fasten the collar on me when you come home. Every so
often, I glance up at the collar on the hall table next
to me.

I long to feel it around my neck, but know better than to
put it there myself. You once came home from work early
and caught me trying it on in front of the mirror. You
were so upset with me. “My pet, that collar is not for
you to put on and take off at will. You are mine. I will
collar when I want you to be collared, otherwise you are
not to touch it. Is that clear?”

I lifted my tearstained face to look up at you, nodding
my assent, unable to speak. You punished me that night so
I would never forget, then made love to me until morning.
I still remember the welts with a small smile at times.

But that was another evening.

Tonight, I sit waiting for you just the way you like,
open and vulnerable to your every look and caress. I
never feel more alive than when I see that light come
into your eyes, the one that says “you’re mine, to do
with as I please”. That look never scares me, but makes
me feel loved and wanted.

My attention is pulled back to the present as the door
opens, and you walk through. My face lights up as you
smile at me, for I can see the love in your eyes, and the
pleasure at seeing me obedient to your instructions. You
hang your coat and drop the mail on the table, picking up
the collar with the same motion. As you do every night,
you lean down to whisper in my ear.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for, my pet?”

I look up at you and nod my head. I won’t speak until you
give me permission.

You slowly place the collar around my neck. I shudder as
I hear the lock click shut, but in anticipation, not
fear.

“Rise my pet.”

I rise to my feet as you gather me into your arms. You
kiss me softly, running your tongue over the outline of
my lips. I moan and begin to melt against you, for I have
been waiting for this all day. You take me by the hand
and lead me into the living room. We walk to the couch
and sit, side by side.

This is one of the few times we sit as equals, talking
about our day and winding down from all the stress.
Gradually, I begin to see that look in your eyes that
tells me you’re ready to resume the responsibility of
master. You stand and pull me to my feet, then lead me
into our playroom.

It was once just a spare bedroom, but you have outfitted
it to use as our play room now. There are various rings
to tie things to on the wall. There is also a sturdy 4-
poster king size bed. You lead me to the wall and attach
the rings on my bracelets to a hook above my head on the
wall.

I stand quietly, waiting to see what you have in store
for me tonight. I can already feel myself beginning to
get wet at just the thought of what you’ll do to me.

Tonight, I see you grab the black leather crop, the one
you had made for my birthday. I smile to myself, for that
is my favorite. I stand facing the wall, leaning on it
slightly to brace myself, and I hear the whistle of the
crop. I tense for the impact, but you’re only swishing it
in the air.

You’re always able to tell when I’m anticipating
something, and then surprise me with something else. This
time, I hear the swish of the crop again, but instead of
feeling it on my ass, I feel your bare hand make contact.
I jump at the first swat, not having expected it.

You begin to tease me by running the tip of the crop up
and down my inner thighs. You laugh as I squirm, trying
to bring the crop into contact with my pussy. You’ve
already got me so worked up that I can smell my own
arousal, and feel the juices on my inner thigh. I begin
to beg for more, and you give it to me, only not as I
expected. Suddenly, there is a sharp crack and I feel a
burning sensation where you’ve hit me with the crop. It
hurts somewhat, but it also feels so good.

“Well my pet, now that I have your attention, we’ll
proceed.”

You begin to strike me with the crop, softly at first,
varying your speed and the force of the strikes. I moan
each time you strike me, but in pleasure, not pain. The
burning on my ass makes my entire body hot and sensitive
to the lightest of your touches. You keep cropping my ass
until it is fiery red, but stop before it actually
bruises.

You know me so well that you can judge how I’m feeling by
taking one look at my face. You run one hand down my
spine softly, then down the crack of my ass to my pussy.
It is dripping wet, and you insert a single finger into
me. I begin to move up and down your finger, and you
promptly remove it. I groan in frustration.

“You may not come yet. Do you understand Pet?”

I groan softly and squirm against my bonds.

You take my face in your hand and turn my face to yours.
“Do you understand Pet? I won’t ask again.”

I stare into your eyes for a few seconds, then lower my
head and nod my submission to your will. I want and need
to feel you against me now, but know that the pleasure
will be all the greater if I wait for your permission.

“Good girl.”