This can be read either as Part 3 of the series “The Housepet” or as a standalone story.
If you like slow burn and character development you can go back and read Parts 1 and 2.
Alternatively, if you prefer to dive straight into the action all you really need to know is that Grad Student Zara has agreed to be the freeuse, submissive Housepet of an older man (Jamie) in return for living rent free in his large Victorian Townhouse. Hope you enjoy.
The Housepet: A Day in the Life of a FuckToy
Zara stared at the laptop, blanky. The words had stopped coming. It was almost 4pm, she had been working on this assignment all day and was losing the will to keep going. She was in her final year of an intense Teacher training Masters with final assessments looming. She feel the pressure building between her shoulder blades. The assignment was not due until Monday but her anxiety and need to impress made it difficult to relax andswitch off for the evening.
Her phone buzzed. She saw a series of messages coming in from Jamie, her landlord. Or more accurately, her Master.
Good afternoon Zara. I hope you have had a productive day?
I want to use you tonight. Had a stressful day and need to blow off some steam. Home 6ish. Be ready. You know the drill.
Lingerie only, collar ready. You can choose exactly what set. You know what I like. And just so you know, I plan to be rough with you.
I’ll get dinner delivered later. Oh and I have a surprise for you xx
Zara smiled as she read the messages. Between him working late and a night out with his boys; and a night out with her coursemates, she had barely seen Jamie in recent days. And he hadn’t used her in four days? Five?
She closed the laptop and told herself she had done enough for one day. Studying was so much easier in the Townhouse compared to before, when she lived with her aunt’s family. Wit none of the chaos of family life around her she had space and peace to work. No villas and nephews wanting to play when she had to study, no small talk when she needed to think. But it came at a price, and now she had to pay the rent.
Two hours to get ready. Just enough time for her to transform from a stressed out Teaching student in sweats who hadn’t washed that day into a darkly glamorous and submissive sex kitten waiting for her Master to use.
She had been surprised how easily and naturally she had adapted to her new life in the Townhouse. She was shocked by how good it felt, how natural, as if this was how she had always wanted to be treated. His generosity disarmed her, with so many gifts of clothes, lingerie and costumes she didn’t dare ask how much they all cost. But then, Pets don’t ask. And she He had set something in her free, awoken something deep inside her.
She went upstairs to the bathroom. Her bathroom. Jamie used his en-suite, and for the first time in her life she had the indulgence of a bathroom to herself. Her mind wandered, thinking of their relationship, both intimate and distant. They were not a couple. They were not even really friends, even when they were both home they didn’t hang out together, far less socialise together.
It felt in many respects like a conventional house-share arrangement. Friendly, but with clear if unwritten boundaries. But it was different from any conventional relationship in one very big respect.
She was his freeuse Toy, his Housepet. Expected to be available for sex at short notice, dressed to his instructions, anytime he wanted, with only a few pragmatic exceptions.
But they fucked like lovers. He kissed well, he made her cum and she loved hearing his groans when she took him in her mouth. There was no clause in their contract that she had to train her throat to take every inch of his cock. But she was trying. And afterwards, when they were both spent, she often fell asleep in his arms.
The sex was good. No, the sex is fucking fantastic, she thought.
As she showed her mind drifted, remembering how he had instructed her to make herself cum in front of him when she performed for him the second time they fucked.
Or when he had made her cum with tongue so hard she had to wash the pussy cream from his bear afterward in an intimate shared bath. She smiled at the memory and unhooked the shower head, aiming the powerful jet of water between her legs just long enough to feel enough of a buzz and know she had to stop.
He controlled her orgasms. He expected her to edge at least twice a day, first thing in the morning and last thing at night. There were no restrictions on how often she could play with herself but she could not cum without his permission.
She dried herself with warm, fluffy towels, rubbed rich body lotion all over her body, then applied almond oil, a sensitive indulgence.
What would once have was a treatment for a special occasion was now just part of her routine after every shower. He had been explicit in his instructions, she was his Toy and he wanted her body in the best possible condition at all times. Her skin had never been so soft and smooth. And when he asked if she wanted laser sessions rather than waxing she answered Yes without thinking.
She applied the oil slowly, working it into her skin with long firm strokes. The twice daily edging sessions and denial had made her body so sensitive. At first her instinctive arousal annoyed her when she rubbed the oil into her breasts, her nipples, her neck, her tighs. Now she embraced the feeling, feeling her body react to her touch. She had almost cum from this alone but had learned how to go at a steady pace that built the glow between her legs without coming too close to cumming.
She started with her feet, worked the oil in between her painted toes, taking longer to massage her calves and work her hands upwards to her thighs with general amounts of oil. She rubbed around her cunny, taking care not to brush her clip by accident but working the oil into the skin all around.
Then her hands caressed her torso up to her neck but avoiding her breasts. Then the arms, down one arm to the fingerprints, then another. She finished with her breasts, and a fresh drizzle of oil. She used both hands and teased her nipples in all the ways she liked. She didn’t think she could cum from nipple play alone but to be extra safe she slowed and lightened her touch if she felt the heat building. She didn’t pretend any more that this is just a skin care regime. This is self care, self love, a daily routine of pleasure herself and embracing her sexuality.
This had begun to feel like the threshold moment. Before the oil she was a smart, hard working student; a feminist, respected by her lecturers and peers. She granted the oil transmutative properties, as if the oil was an elixir that helped transform a pretty girl next door into a darkly glamorous siren.
When she was finished Zara admired herself in the full length mirror. Her olive skin shone with the oil, her wet brunette hair fall well past her shoulders. Her nipples were stiff and erect and the outer lips of her pussy had parted with arousal during her self stimulation.
She would never be happy with her body but she had begun to see it Through Jamie’s eyes. What she had always thought of as an average body he described as a woman’s body with hips and curves. She still wished her 34B breasts were larger but he lavished prayer and attention on them and loved playing with her large sensitive nipples. He said she was slim enough to throw about, but womanly enough not to worry about breaking her. That sentence had stuck with her. And even before make-up and mascara she knew her big brown eyes and thick lashes were her most captivating features.
She sat at her dresser in the small room she had converted into aDressing room, naked under a fluffy robe. Her boudoir, the word flashes in her brain and make her blush. A voice in her head told her that she is falling deeper and deeper. Not in love, but into a lifestyle of submission and indulgence. A gilded cage from which she might never want to escape.
She dried and brushed her hair, one hundred long strokes, her mind quieting with the rhythmic motion. The smart, driven student is fading away a little more with each stroke of the hairbrush.
He likes her wavy hair natural but she curls it into more regular waves as a little enhancement. A girl has to have some secrets after all.
Then her make-up: cardinal red lips, arab style eyeliner above and below joining into long cat eye flicks; dramatic, not subtle. Seductress, not student, she Considerers with satisfaction as she studies herself in the mirror.
Zara is gone now. She has been replaced by a sensitive creativity, a sexual animal with feline grace,unashamed of her desires. She names her Zahra, her original name, chosen by her Arab mother, but shortened and westernised in high school to fit in. But now the girl who desperately wanted to be anonymous has been replaced, not by a new alter ego, but by something older and deeper. It is Zahra who is her true self. Zara is just a stage name, the person she adopts for the outside world.
The final step in her Transformation is to adorn herself in silks, satins and lace as a gift wrapped present for her Master. In the weeks she has lived with him her lingerie collection went from two cute bra and knicker sets to an entire wardrobe of outfits, bought with the sole purpose of being fucked in.
She carefully selected an outfit that she knew would drive him wild. Dark red satin shelf bra that made the most of her small tits and exposed her brown nipples, tiny matching thong with a diamante detail and a matching garter belt in the same red satin. He had bought her more beautiful,expensive lingerie but this was an inexpensive set from an online haul. She chose it deliberately, if he was in a mood to be rough it would rip easily and would be no great loss if it was ruined.
She rolled stockings up her legs, the silk so fine it felt like wearing butterfly wings, clipped them to the garter strraps and looked over her shoulder in the mirror to see the strraps frame her ass and her pussy the way she knew he loved.
She clasped her velvet collar around her neck and finished the outfit with one of her favourite gifts, a full length robe in black silk that she would slip off before he had a chance to rip. And finally, the same 4″ heels she had defeat the first night he claimed her. Her shoe collection was expanding nicely but they would always be her go to Fuck Me Heels.
Is this what it feels like to be a whore? Preparing for a client to knock on the door? Maybe a little. Maybe more than a little. But few whores would ever feel quite as patpered asshe did. And no real whore would feel his cock twitch, ready to exploit then pull her mouth back, not wishing him to cum too soon.
No. She had tried to decide what the best term to describe her status. She quickly ruled out Lover, Fuckbuddy, Friend with benefits, Housemate with benefits, Hooker for Rent or Sugar Baby. None were truly accurate.
The terms she kept coming back to were the terms he had used on that very first day discussing the arrangement, weeks ago. FuckToy: Treated like a Doll but whose purpose is to be Fucked. His HousePet.
She checked the time. 5.55pm. A dab of Arab perfume on her throat, her wrists and the back of her neck. She’s ready.
She descended the stairs and poured a large glass of whisky for her master. She placed a cushion on the hall tiles, folded her legs and sat on her heels, knees together, head up, laid her velvet and rose gold lean in front of her and waited.
She breathed into the posture. She accepted his offerto enrol her in twice weekly yoga sessions to keep her supple and flexible with only a token protest. She enjoyed yoga anyway but rarely found the time. But to be told she would attend classes every Tuesday and Friday morning, when he knew she had no classes, that felt…. Different.
Her phone buzzes. 5 mins away. Get ready. Play for me Zahra.
She shuffles Her legs wide and slips one hand into her panties and uses the other to play with her nipples through the satisfaction. She’s wet already and sinks deeper into subspace as her mind wanders to the last few weeks of her training and the best sex she has ever had. She doesn’t always have time to prepare like today.
She rubs lazy circles around her clip and thinks of how he’s conditioned her; of the time when he used her mouth while on a conference call; when he made her perform for him, humping a pillow with her tongue out and drooling; and of course the regular maintenance spankings. But her mind settles on the afternoon when he rammed home her status as freeuse Housepet.
It was a nondescript midweek afternoon. She took a study break in the kitchen while he made work calls in the townhouse’s library.
She leant on the kitchen counter with a camomile tea, idly flicking through a magazine when she heard him enter behind her. His hands were on her hips before she realized what was happening, pressing into her from behind she feel his hardness through their clothes as his fingers pulled her sundress up, gathering it around her hips.
“How is Edging working for you Kitten? Is it making you nice and wet and needy or do we need to lube you up?” He spoke in a low, conversational tone, as if talking about the weather or plans for the weekend while she feel his fingers push into her panties and part her lips.
Her knees buckled as she felt his fingers violating her but he held her upright with an arm locked around her midriff. Two independent fingers began to slowly and deliberatly fuck her.
“Ha! Well I guess that answers the question, you are a wet little thing aren’t you Kitten?”
The soft wet sounds of her cunny betraying her to his fingers are audible in the quiet house. She blushes scarlet as he pushes her head and upper body down on the kitchen table with a firm hand on the nape of her neck.
Her pretty, demore sundress is around her Waist and she feels the air on her ass as he pulls her panties down and exposes her.
She should cry out, lash out, stop this humiliation. But she doesn’t.
She closes her eyes and feels the head of his cock rub back and forward against her pussy lips. She can feel her core blossoming to receive him as he pushes himself inside her, more gentle than she had expected at first but she’s wet now, she’s soaked and he can feel it and he begins to fuck her, bent over the kitchen table, face down.
Thoughts come into her head unbidden and unwelcome: This is what I am made for. This is who I am.
He grips her waist and pounds into her, his self control gone. She zones out but it’s over quickly, soon he’s buckling his belt and she can feel warm cum oozing out of her pussy and dripping down her leg.
“I needed that!” he exhales and slaps her ass. “The benefits of having an inhouse, freeuse FuckToy.” He laughs and leaves. She can hear him dial into a conference call. He sounds in a great mood as he speaks to his colleagues.
She doesn’t move for a while. Then she shows his cum off her legs and washes her cunny and changes. Before she goes back downstairs to study she sits on her bed, opens her legs, closes her eyes and rubs to an edge, replaying in her mind what just happened.
And now she is edged to the memory again. Her noisy, Anxious brain has been shutting down. She is just a pet waiting for her master to come and play with her.
She heard a key turn the lock and still kneeing, still playing with her clip she watched him enter
He stood above her, circling her, inspecting her. Six foot, slim but in decent shape for his age, his salt and pepper hair wound medium long and swept back, long enough to see the natural wave in his hair, his full bear nearby trimmed. He wore a crisp white cotton shirt with the top two buttons undone and wound without a tie under a tailored dark blue suit. Her Master. She stared at his crotch and saw the outline of a stiff, thick, eight inch cock through his thin suit trousers.
Good to know it’s not just me who’s looking forward to tonight, she thought but she said;
“Are you happy with your Pet, Master? I followed your instructions to the letter. I’m ready for hard use, Sir”
“I see you are playing for me Kitten”
“From the moment you messaged. I’ve have been thinking about the time when you pulled my dress up and fucked me in the kitchen between conference calls.” she smiled sweetly, “I think that’s when i realized what I really am. That’s when you finally broke me. Before then I still thought this might just be all a game.”
He stood directly in front of her, her mouth inches away from his cock, still in his trousers. Her mouth watered thinking she would soon have it in her hands, in her mouth.
He ran his thumb across her lips and she leaned forward on instinct to suck.
“Good Girl,” he stroked her long dark hair with his other hand as she bobbed back and forth, sucking on his thumb like a tiny cock.
She’s content now, her mouth pleasantly full, her hand in her panties, blissfully deep in subspace, her mind quiet.
All she needs to do is relax and obey her Master. He will take good care of her, she will make him cum, and his reward for her being a good Pet will be to let her cum too, to stop denying her the release of the orgasm she so desperately craves.
He replaced his thumb with two fingers and began to fuck her face. She gazed up at him with big brown eyes and started to show off, keeping her tongue moving against his fingers.
“The edging is making you super needy. I hoped it would, but I think you have a natural inclination to be a Pet.”
She moans but the sound is muffled by the fingers inside her mouth.
She heard a soft clip as he clipped her lean to her velvet collar. He knelt before her with a small gift wrapped box.
“I said I had a surprise for you Kitten. Do you want to see your present?”
She pursued and ripped open the gift to find a steel princess plug resting in a deep blue lining, polished to a high sheen with a pink heart shaped crystal jewel at the end.
“Good choice of outfit Kitten. I’m going to enjoy ripping that of you.”
Tugging on her lean he made her turn her back to him, and manhandled her till her forehead rested on the back of her hands on the tiled floor, her ass high and exposed to her Master’s gaze. She could see nothing so closed her eyes and breathed, getting ready for what she knows is coming as he pulls her panties down, taking care not to snag her garter straps so her ass remains perfectly framed for his gaze.
“You said I had broken you in. I haven’t truly. I’ve made full use of your wonderful, skilled mouth and your tight little cunt. But I haven’t played with your ass yet. Did you really think I wouldn’t? What sort of FuckToy has a hole that isn’t used?”
He talked as he smeared a general amount of lube around her tight asshole and pushed a finger inside her, working it back and forth. She felt her ass stretch around his finger.
“I’m not super into anal if I’m honest. Your cunt is tight enough and I’m big enough that I do not desire a tighter hole. But it’s important that you understand you are my three hole slut. Nothing is off limits,”
She Felt his hand on her chin lifting her a fraction. He knelt beside her, tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear and kissed her on the forehead. She had never felt so vulnerable, or so owned.
He looked her in the eye and held the silver plug to her mouth. She took into her mouth and sucked by reflex.
“All of your holes are mine. Do you understand that my Pet?”
She moaned her assent into the plug that filled her mouth. His fingers are in her ass, his toy in her mouth.
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