Mistress Lea's New Pet
NC-17
Category: Slash me baby!
Disclaimer: Not mine, no way.
Summary: Title explains it all!
Feedback: Mistress Lea is visiting her cousin Leelee at the moment so you can
email her there. She would love to hear your comments on her technique and
suggestions as how to handle her new pet. Send all remarks to Viceyy@aol.com
This story is dedicated to Dana and Gus, my favorite pets. And thanks as
always to SeekerOne.
Part one
The bath water feels like satin against my skin. He has scented it with Bijan
perfume which pleases me greatly. I lift my arms and let the water cascade
down my skin before resting my head back with a sigh. The night is starting
out perfectly.
He kneels obediently beside the tub just like I have taught him, waiting to
bathe me when I'm ready. His head is bowed and his dark hair is obscuring his
handsome face. He is nude kneeling on the cold tile since I never allow him
any clothes in my presence. I admire his strong body and run a wet fingertip
up his chest and delight when he shivers.
I'm glad I have found him. Or rather he found me. He's not like the other
slaves I have had. His real life is busy and intense. He's a professional who
works in some type of job in law enforcement. I haven't asked him much more
than that. It's not that I don't care, I do care about every slave I train.
It's just that their real life professions and lifestyles mean very little
here. He answered my ad and passed the initial interview showing enough
promise that I decided to train him myself. He has been with me every weekend
for the past three months.
A few weekends he called and begged off. Something about working on a "case"
and not being able to get away. He paid dearly for those times.
The intercom buzzes and he silently rises and goes to answer it. The steward
tells him that my guest has arrived and the captain wishes to cast off. He
comes and stands quietly with head bowed and his hands clasped behind his
back waiting for me to decide. I finally open my eyes and drink him in. "Tell
the Captain he can leave as soon as he is ready, Fox." He rushes to do my
bidding only to quickly return and take up his post beside me.
The yacht was bought with my first million. I prefer it to all of my
residences and have found it best for all of the entertaining I do. The
captain and crew are so well treated and overpaid that it ensures their
discretion and absolute devotion to me. I relax back in the tub and realize
what a wonderful life I lead. The buying and selling of willing slaves has
been very good to me.
And one of the things that makes my life so perfect is the lovely little pet
sitting beside me right now waiting for direction.
"Fox, I'm hungry." He quickly reaches for the silver tray beside the bathtub
and slowly and carefully lifts out a small strawberry, dips it in the warm
chocolate and places it carefully on my waiting tongue. I let him feed me
many bites knowing that I will be so busy with my guest I may not be able to
eat my fill of the refreshments my chef has prepared.
I sit up in the tub and lift my arms for him to begin washing me. He's become
very good at cleaning me with the sponge and his long fingers over the past
few weeks. I still don't trust him to shave my legs yet. The last time he
tried I was nicked and his ass was probably sore for days from the severe
spanking I gave him as punishment. I used a strong leather belt and it took
so much for him to calm down that I've decided to let him get a little better
at shaving before we try that again.
I'm a firm mistress, but not an unnecessarily cruel one.
Standing I let him get the soft fluffy towel and dry me off. He seems so
eager to please and gets every little nook and cranny. I can tell he wants to
touch me, but that is not permitted. I let him sit me at my dressing table
and undo my hair from where he has tied it to the top of my head and brush it
out until the dark brown tresses gleam. He becomes very businesslike and
quickly applies my make-up choosing the perfect shade lipstick for my full
lips. For a male, he does very well at making me up. It makes me wonder how
he learned. I will have to investigate this later. Could my little pet be a
cross dresser? I'll have fun finding that one out.
I stand and he kneels before me and holds out my panties for me to step into.
His hands are shaking as he eases them up my legs. I remember how new at this
he really is when he places a soft shaky kiss against my pussy just as he
covers it up. Behavior like that is not tolerated and I sigh when I realize
how much work there is still left to do to turn him into a proper slave.
He eases my thigh high stockings up my long legs. His face is a mask of
concentration as he tries to smooth them out perfectly. That's another hard
lesson he learned just last week. Mistress's seams have to be straight or her
pet will get a severe spanking and have to spend an hour bent over in the
corner for the crew to see his sore bottom. He knows now that if it happens
again I will choose two members of my crew to administer the spankings and he
will have to spend the night in their quarters. This terrifies him and the
threat of a punishment like that is doing a lot to keep him in line.
Unfortunately threats only go so far. Eventually he will lose his fear unless
I follow through and give him to them. Once would be enough. Maybe next week
but not tonight. I have plans for him tonight and the crew always leaves my
pets so sore and tired.
My pet helps me to pull on the loose fitting full-length cream dress. It's
his favorite. I know this because he dared tell me when he was laying it out.
I look at myself critically in the full-length mirror while my little boy
puts on my jewelry. I pick up a long gold chain with a golden key dangling
from it and hang it around my neck. He is probably curious about the key, but
it is not his place to ask.
Walking out into my large bedroom, my little pet follows me and I turn to him
and tell him to bend over with his legs planted on the floor and his head
resting on the bed. He obeys instantly and I briefly admire his pretty ass
standing waiting for my attentions.
I pull my recent purchases from a cabinet and drizzle some lube over a good
sized anal plug I bought especially for him. Saying not a word I spread his
ass cheeks with one hand and press it in. Fox is surprised enough to tighten
his muscles and gasp, "ohh". It is large and I am unable to get it in.
This does not please me.
I cross to my favorite overstuffed armless chair. It is my favorite for
disciplining naughty slaves. He knows what my sitting there means and walks
over with his head hung low. I know he had hoped to go dinner without the
signs of his misbehavior showing, but I am glad to have the excuse to warm
his behind. He needs so much work and I should never let even the slightest
opportunity pass without reminding him who he is now. He is my possession
until I decide otherwise.
He quietly and efficiently lays himself over my knees and wiggles until his
firm ass is in the position necessary to take the blows. I run my hands over
his skin until he moans. Pain and pleasure must, after all, go hand and hand.
His cock is nicely hard from the contact and it nudges my thigh wanting to be
touched.
The first slaps are light. Almost love pats that make him moan even more. But
soon I increase the slaps making his muscled bottom bounce and begin to turn
red. I will not stop until it is crimson. He once told me that for a small
woman I could make a slap with my hands very painful. That I spanked like a
man. I think he was complaining, but to me that was the ultimate compliment.
I rain strong blows down on his quivering backside and enjoyed how he squeals
and begs for me to slow down. His legs begin to shake and kick and his cries
and sobs sound like heaven.
I stop and hold one hand firmly over his bottom luxuriating in the heat from
his burning flesh. My other hand rubs up and down his back calming his crying
and I soothe him with quiet shushing noises.
This would not be the worst tonight. And that's why I have to prepare him
with the plug. I don't want him hurt.
Helping him up, he walks obediently to the corner and stands there like he
was trained to do. I know his hands itch to rub his sore bottom, but I also
knew he wouldn't dare.
When I am sure he has been chastised thoroughly for his misbehavior I order
him back over to the bed. His face is mildly defiant as he assumes the
position.
"Reach behind and spread your ass cheeks for me Fox."
His strong hands touch his spanked bottom gingerly. Even his gentle touches
cause him discomfort. I take up the plug and work it gently into his ass. The
muscles are tight, but he is trying hard to relax them and not anger me
further. He starts to sob when the ring of muscles is breached and the plug
slides into place. As tight as he is, it will stay nicely in place all night.
I have him stand and send him to wash his face and brush his hair. Sitting
back down, I watch him cross to the bathroom on careful, measured steps. The
plug must be uncomfortable. It can't be helped I'm afraid. It's the kindest
thing I will be doing for him tonight. My guest will be causing him even
greater discomfort and this is just my small way to prepare him.
Many years ago I was in his position. I was new to this whole game and being
trained by a most exacting and almost cruel master. He has been watching me
closely and is very curios about my new pet. Before he arrived, my master
called and asked to join us for a little party tonight. I know what that
means. Aside from his usual duties of serving drinks and being admired for
his beautiful body and obedience, my old master will put my new pet through
his paces. I have no choice but to let him amuse himself with my little Fox.
I depend on him for too much and owe him even more. Why he is so interested
in Fox I have no clue. He has never tried out any of my personal slaves
before.
My body flushes as I remember his punishments. And his huge cock. It was and
still is the largest I have ever seen and he uses it like a weapon. My poor
Fox will be expected to service my old master in every way and I am afraid
for him. The plug may cause him discomfort now, but he will be glad for it
when he has to bend over and take master deep in his tight ass like I have
done so many times before.
Fox comes out of the bathroom and stands in front of me waiting my pleasure.
Taking a leather chastity belt I have also bought just for him, I help him
into it and use the key around my neck to lock it. I turn him around and
position the thong between his sore and trembling ass cheeks and make sure
the plug is still fit in tight.
Standing up I kiss him lightly on the lips and caress his flat nipples until
he is moaning. He is beautiful and perfect in every way. The key goes back
around my neck where it will stay until master asks for it.
There is a knock at the door and my steward slips in. "Mistress, we are at
sea and your guest is waiting in the forward parlor."
I thank and dismiss the man with a wave of my hand while Fox tries in vain to
hide his tall body from my stewards leering gaze.
Taking Fox's hand, I give it a squeeze and then walk out of the room knowing
my little pet will follow.