This is the first chapter of a hopefully ongoing story of an ongoing relationship that, if enjoyed, will have future installments.
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The Acquiescent Pet – Night 1
Saturday 11:17 P.M. – Starlight Bar
Stacia walks through to the door of the bar, alone and confident. Her swagger grabs the attention of nearby patrons. By the time she makes it up to the bar, she has two men fighting over who should buy her a drink, but she moves past them independently. She orders a drink and scans the room for familiar faces. She sees some regulars that she avoids eye contact with and a slew of new faces. At the end of the bar, she sees a boy chatting and laughing with someone. Is it a friend, lover, serious partner……? It didn’t matter. He shoots a glance down the bar and locks eyes with our heroine. His eyes widen, and he suddenly averts his gaze.
“Who’s the new guy?” she asks the bartender.
The bartender fumbles around for a second and states, “Tab says Tyler.”
“Thanks,” she says, leaving a nice tip.
She turns around to stalk her prey but is accosted by the two men from a minute ago.
“Whe do you think you are going? We haven’t even had a chance to get to Know each other.” The drink man slurs.
She moves in gently and places her lips next to his ear. She nestles her knee between his legs and says, “If you don’t move, your balls are going to be black and blue for the rest of the week.”
Unwilling to be spoken to this way, he grabs her wrist. “Listen cunt… the only thing that will be black and bl…” He slumps over, groaning, a knee firmly wedged in his crotch.
“How about you have a seat. I will get you a drink, and we can forget this happened,” she says
He grunts in acknowledgment. She looks at the bartender and give him a known signal:a cheap beer and an ice pack. The bartender shakes his head, throws a towel over his shoulder, and attends to the request. The other man seemed to disappear as fast as he appeared.
Shaking off the situation, she struts down to the end of the bar where the boy is. She walks past, paying him no attention, towards someone she does know well–a friend in crime who knows precisely what she is up to.
“That time of the month again, Stacia? Looking for a new toy?” the friend chuckles.
“You know me well, Beth. How are your prospects?” Stacia asks.
“Well, you just took down one. Maybe I can seduce the one who scanpered off with more tact.” Beth says as she smiles widely and take a sip of her beer. “You ‘boy’ seems to be taking the bait. He has looked over here so many times his ‘friend’ had to turn and see what was distracting him.”
Stacia smiles, “What do we think of the friend?”
“A romantic interest, but either they are just awkward, or it is only their first or second date. She looks easy enough to distract.” Says Beth.
“Thanks, you’re a doll.” Stacia gives Beth about 30 seconds before turning around and gazing deep into Tyler’s eyes, signaling with her finger to come closer.
12:23 P.M. – Living Room
Lying naked on the cold floor, Tyler gazes up as the sole of a small sweat-glistening foot comes down to his face. It presses down firmly on his nose and lips, then twists his face to the side. He can feel her soft toes and the solid ball of her foot pressing hard into his cheek, holding his face to the floor.
“You are not allowed to address me by any name until you have earned it. You are currently the lowest form of life to me, and I have no name for someone so disgusting.” Stacia says with a commanding confidence. “Sit up and show me you understand by staying silent and worshiping my feet.” She sits down on a neary leather couch and crosses her legs.
Tyler, both puzzled and aroused, obeys the order and gently take the dangling foot in his hands. He massages it with broad strokes of his fingers. He glances up into Stacia’s eyes, looking for a reaction, then quickly glances away, concentrated on the task. He hesitantly bends down and puts his lips to the top of her foot, unsure whether he, or she, wants that. He kisses the soft, smooth foot and finds that his lips enjoy the feeling, taste, and sensing rising in him as he bends to this woman’s will.
Stacia watches him, waiting for him to misbehave. This is the point where most guys drool all over their feet or try to shove her toes down their throat without asking. Those can be fun in a domination sense, but it also feels weird and very annoying when they don’t ask permission. This boy is taking his time on each foot and seems to be doing this for the first time. She watches in delight as he learns to surrender in his own way and thinks that she may be popping his submissive cherry. That thought, and a simultaneous kiss on her big toe sends a shockwave through her body. One that would have ended in an audible moan of pleasure but had to be quelled to maintain her steely composition.
Stacia takes a foot and pushes his chin up so his eyes meet her. “Take your vile lips off of me. You are pathetic but have proven that you are not completely worthless. Get on all fours and look away from me.” She commands.
Tyler does as she says with no comments, struggles, or hesitation. In his head, he entertains the thought of flipping this around on her. He imagines himself turning back around, spreading her legs, and shoving his tongue between them, taking down her guard until she was ready for his cock. Instead, he just turns and presents his ass without a fight.
She places a foot on his ass cheek. “Spread your legs and arch you back down.” She commands, and he quickly obeys.
She observes his balls drop freely and swing below him as he does this. Easily accessible. She thinks that he has great potentialial to be her sub once he is fully broken in. She slides her lower leg in between his legs, pressing against his balls and all the way up his crack. She reaches forward and grabs the back of his neck, digging her nails in.
“Do you know what I do with pets who don’t do what I say? Who treat me bad? Who disrespect me?” She says sternly, then spins onto his back.
“No, Ma’am,” he says, Then immediately regrets his decision to respond, addressing her.
“What did you call me?” She stands up and places the top of her foot right under his balls and cock. “Say it again!” She orders.
“No, sorry, I didn’t mean…” he tries to say until an audible slap fills the room. Pain runs through his body, starting from his balls. He reaches to protect them and tumbles over in pain, groaning.
“I didn’t say you could lay down. Get the fuck back up,” she growls. While he lays there, she prods at his inner thigh and asshole with her toes, trying to cause discomfort. “Get up or get thefuck out.”
No part of him wants to get back up, and his brain tells him he needs to leave. Something about her commanding tone makes him unwillingly get back up on all fours in front of her again.
“Good,” she says and rubs her foot on the underside of his cock for a bit of pleasure. “Now, what the fuck did you call me?” she yells.
“I didn’t call you anything. I-I-It just slipped out,” he stutters. Crack.. the sound of his balls being kicked reverberates through the air. This time, he squeezes his thigh around her foot and yelps in pain, teeth gritted. He does not fall.
“Open back up, and don’t lie to me,” she orders. “What did you call me?”
After the intense pain, he struggles to remember what he even said. As he thinks, she puts her toes on his balls and massages them, causing more pain but pleasure somehow. This sparks the memory, “Ma’am; I called you Ma’am.” Smack. The foot came in again for another loud flesh-on-flesh sound. He falls to the floor, gripping his sore balls, gritting his teeth, and moaning from the pain.
Stacia laughs and lets him lie still there, soaking in the pain. She knees beside his face and pulls his head back. “I have trust issues, and you have already lied to me twice. If you don’t want me to throw you out of this apartment naked, then I expect you to listen and be honest.” She spins onto his face and walks away, Letting him recover.
“When you are done walking, I want you to come to the couch and put your head on my lap.” She says in a soft tone.
He lies there, knowing he is free to do whatever he wants. He could run, yell at her, attack her, call a friend… a bevy of options coordinate through his head. He waits until the pain lessens, then gets up and crawls to her. Instead of sitting on the couch Immediately, he bends down and kisses the foot she kicked him with. He climbs on the couch, avoiding eye contact, and does as he is told. He is careful to distribute his weight across her lap andNot directly on her pussy.
Stacia looks down and feels compassion but expresses it. She strokes his hair gently and traces her finger around his ear.
“You are doing well. It’s better than I anticipated, my pet. It’s a bit early, but I will give you the pleasure of calling me your Goddess.” She says in a caring way. “Let’s relax here for a moment. You earned it. Those kicks hurt today, but you will be stroking about them when you get home and asking for more. I wanted to leave you with some bruises that no one could see to remember me by.” She softly brushes his cheek.
“You have been a good pet but aren’t done today. If you stay good, I may even adopt you.” She says in a way a master would talk to their dog. “Say something, pet.”
“Goddess, I only wish to serve you and please you. Let me know what you need.” He speaks gently from her lap.
Her lips curl into a smile.
1:43 A.M. – Hallway
On her back, Stacia looks up at her boy toy grunting and trying to please her and himself. She watches his cock flap up and down, slapping her belly whenever it comes down. He rises and lowers quickly with a strained expression on his face. His ass is swallowing her strap-on whole each time he completes his squat.
“Good boy. Ride me hard. Mmm, you are doing such a good job.” Stacia says as she fondles his balls gently. She stars into his eyes to maintain her dominance over Tyler.
Tyler grinds himself onto the dildo, trying different movements to make it feel pleasure in his ass. His relentless desire powers to please his Goddess gives him the stamina to keep going on and on. Grinding it into his ass over and over, he hopes to satisfy whatever need she has here.
His thighs burn as they start to waiver. His thighs give out, and he slows until he is fully seated, her cock buried deep within him. “Goddess, I am sorry, but I can’t get on.” He says apologetically and bows his head, expecting an immediate admonishment or punishmentment.
Stacia looks at him and strokes his cock slowly, “I understand my pet. You need more practice until you can satisfy my cock. For now, rest, we will come back to your ass another time.”
“I only need one more thing from you tonight…”
3:02 A.M. – Guest Bedroom
Thrusting furiously, Tyler’s balls slap painfully against his Goddess’s body.
“Ahhhhhh yes, come on pet. I need it. Give it to me harder.” Stacia cries
Tyler groans between the pain of his balls and the ecstasy of her pussy. He doesn’t know what side to give into but wants to please his Goddess more than anything.
Stacia lies on her belly, her hands spreading her ass cheeks. Tyler’s cock is sliding in and out of her well-licked and lubed ass. After over an hour of licking her clip, sucking her tits, fucking her pussy, and making her cum multiple times… he wants to exploit.
“Pet, fill me, give me what I need,” Stacia encourages.
Her pet finally succumbs to both the pain andpleasure at the same time and unloads spurt after spurt of cum into his Goddess’s relaxed hole. She can feel his cock expand and release a sticky mess into her. She laughs an evil laugh.
Tyler screams loud enough that all the neighbors in the building can hear and collapses on Stacia. He stays inside of her keeping his cum trapped, and simply lays on her. Turned on by his cries, she moves her hand down to her clip and begins to rub. She circles it gently as it is sore and swollen from lots of play. She squeezes his cock with her ass to see if she can push it out, but it is stuck deep in there.
Tyler striss a bit and seems to understand what is going on. He puts his hand on her clip and begins to rub with her. Letting him take over, she reaches into her pussy and pulls out some juice. She tries to reach around to put it in his mouth but realizes her arm cannot make it that far. She doesn’t let it go to waste and sucks the juice off her fingers.
Tyler starts to grind into her ass as he touches her pussy. Stacia pushes back and feels his cock as it slides in and out of her ass, letting using his cum for lube now. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she starts the build-up to another climax. His cock starts to get hard again, which makes her panic a bit. Her ass is already sore and probably can’t take any more. She squeezes him and presses him back anyway.
He starts getting aggressive and presses against her ass and clip hard. She feels the need to flee and pushes down on the ground to try to get up, but she is pinned completely. She cannot decide whether to yell, run, hit, bite… so she lays there and take it, and take it, and take it until she is screaming almost as loud as he did when he came.
After she is done moaning, he slides off to her side and starts to spoon her. His cock slowly sliding out and releasing the contents from her ass. Both are so exhausted they lie and fall asleep dreaming of each other.
8:05 A.M. – Master Bedroom
Tyler wakes up suddenly with a pain in his ass. He reaches back quickly to find Stacia’s strap-on penetrating him.
“Wakey, wakey, pet.” She says with a laugh. “I wanted you to start the day with a reminder of who now owns you. I also noticed your balls still have a few drops left in them, so we need to fix that.” She grinds her hips into his ass, forcing the stick on in deeper and deeper. Tyler reaches back and spreads his cheats, even though his first reaction should probably be to get her off him and get out of there. She puts both hands on the back of his head and presses it firmly into her bed. Her hips start moving faster, and with his one open ear Tyler can hear the slap, slap, slap sound of his ass being fucked.
His pain turns to excitement. His excitement turns into an erection. His cock is wedged between his belly and her sheets. Each time her hips connect with her ass, it rubs his p-spot and his cock, causing forced pleasure. As if by reflex, he starts pushing his ass back onto her cock when she slides in deep. Soon he feels those drops of cums she mentioned leaking from his cock hole.
Stacia hears his moans of pleasure and keeps fucking him until they soften. Once she thinks she thinks her job is complete and she backs off and removes her cock. Tyler lays still and silent for some time, feeling open and vulnerable. She spoons him and traces circles on his back until he feels calm again and special.
8:45 A.M. – Master Bathroom
Cleaned up and ready to go, Tyler limps around and gathers, scavenging for his clothes from the night before. He touches his sore ass and considers the walk of shade he must now endure. It also sparks memories of the night and the through shower his Goddess just gave him. His balls ache with each step from her kicks but more so being fully drained. His cock is in pain from being used so much.
“I expect you back at that bar next week. Be there at ten and wait for me. Even if I don’t show, you must wait for your Goddess and be thankful for every second that I am on your mind,” Stacia says.
“Yes, of course, Goddess. I don’t think I can stop thinking about you all week.” He says excitedly.
“You don’t even know what I have in store for you.” She laughs. “You can’t back out now. I don’t care how scared or sore you are; you will show up and experience what I have planned for you, my pet. Remember that I own you until further notice.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” she interrupts, “I expect you trimmed above your pecker and clean-shaven everywhere below.”
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Tyler left that morning feeling confused, used, and in love with his Goddess. That week, every time his balls touched anything, pain sensings shot through his body. Those reminded him of his Goddess, and he had to drain himself or be forced to think nonstop about her. It was a long and grueling week that he loved every second of.
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