Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Freyja was nervous when she received the text from her Sir, Ky, about the scene He had in mind. It was a pet play scene, something she’d never done before and was a little nervous about it. She always had a little bit of what she called “performance anxiety” before a scene. She would worry about how she may perform and if Ky would be pleased with her. He usually was, which always reassured her and helped with her confidence.
She was due to arrive at Ky’s house at 8 o’clock P.M. so she had time to get ready.
Freyja lived only half an hour from her Sir and visited Him twice a week for sessions and once a week for a date/hangout time that helped their bond and show each other that they cared for the other’s well being.
Freyja was nineteen and lived on her own in an apartment that Ky had helped her get. She was a college freshman and worked as a tutor and an author for custom stories as well as selling some art on Etsy and other online sources.
She struggled with her key as always, picking up the wrong key before choosing the right one to enter her apartment with. She closed and locked the door behind her, heading to her bedroom and laying out a short pair of jean shorts and a top that was a little too tight to hopefully show what He’d want to see. She laid out a matching pair of black lacy underwear: a push-up bra and thong. She added a pair of fishnet pantyhose and Converse shoes.
After laying out her outfit, Freyja went to her bathroom and removed her clothes. She turned on the shower head and stepped in once the water was hot enough, drawing the curtain behind her. As she stood under the warm stream of water, she imagined Ky’s hands on her, one around her throat and the other around her waist as He thrust His cock between her thighs, occasionally brushing against her pussy lips. She smiled at the thought, turning herself on. She began to run a hand down her body, squeezing at her throat before she ran it down her chest, pinching at her nipples. Her pussy got a bit wetter and she reached down for it, brushing her clit with her fingertip.
Freyja moved her hand away and sighed. Hopefully Ky would take care of that later. She began washing herself, making sure that she shaved and cleaned her pussy and ass thoroughly. She switched off the faucet when she was done, dried, dressed, did her hair and makeup, ate a small dinner, and left for Ky’s.
She parked her car in the driveway beside His and climbed out. She locked the door and adjusted her purse çapa escort strap on her shoulder before she walked up the stairs and onto the front porch.
Freyja rang the doorbell and waited for a couple seconds before Ky opened the door. He smiled and beckoned her in. She entered and the door shut behind her.
“Have you eaten, Puppet?” He asked. Ky was a thirty-five year old Chinese man, also one of her teachers at her university.
“Yes, Sir,” Freyja replied.
“Good. So have I,” Ky replied, “Let’s go get you ready.”
They went upstairs where Ky’s bedroom was. He had a tail plug, a headband with dog ears on it, her private collar, some grey medical wrap, and a pair of mitts. Freyja removed her clothes for Ky as He watched, admiring her body. He ran His hands over his submissive and kissed her softly before taking a key out of His nightstand and unlocking her day collar, a chain locked by a padlock around her neck. He put it on the nightstand and gestured her to the bed.
“Collar,” Ky commanded. Freyja dropped to her knees, legs spread with her hands holding her hair up. Ky placed the collar around her neck and had her bend over the bed. He put a drop of lube on the tail plug and slipped it in her ass. Freyja let out a small moan as the cold metal invaded her ass. Ky gave her ass cheeks a few swats each before allowing her to stand and placing the ears on her.
He instructed her to lay on her back with her knees bent as He wrapped her legs in a frog tie and made sure to pad her knees. He put the mitts on her hands and helped her stand up. He clipped a leash onto her collar and led her to the staircase. Ky picked Freyja up, one arm under her arms and the other just above her pussy while he carried her down the stairs. He gently set her down and continued to lead her to the kitchen.
Freyja struggled a little with walking with her legs tied the way they were. She’d crawled like this before but didn’t have much practice with her legs being tied. Ky had patience with her, gently tugging the leash. He led her to a bowl on the floor in front of a cabinet beside the sink.
“Sit,” Ky commanded.
At first, Freyja didn’t really know what to do, but she leaned back so that she was kneeling and put her “paws” between her legs on the floor.
This seemed to be the right thing as Ky smiled and said, “Good girl.”
Freyja smiled and barked in reply. Ky’s smile grew, “Give me the bowl.”
She fatih escort bent down and took the side of the bowl in her mouth and sat up for Him to take it. He took the bowl and filled it with water before putting it on the ground for her.
“Go ahead and drink some before we start playing,” Ky said.
Freyja bent down and began lapping at the water. When that didn’t work, she put her lips to the water and drank. Ky didn’t seem to mind and kept the leash out of her way as she drank.
When she was done, Ky walked her into the living room and unclipped her leash. He took a dog toy off the couch, a rope toy.
“Want it?” He asked in a teasing tone. Freyja nodded and barked, wagging her tail. Ky smirked and tossed it into the kitchen. Freyja went after it, careful not to trip. She took the toy in her teeth and crawled back to Ky. He reached for the toy in her mouth and Freyja pulled it backwards. She was in a new kind of headspace, one she hadn’t been in before. She couldn’t think of anything other than what they were doing and she loved it. The world didn’t exist other than this.
Ky tugged gently towards Himself as Freyja pulled towards herself. Freyja let out a growl and shook the toy. Ky liked this version, finding Himself in a headspace focused on His pet. He loved seeing her like this, happy and blissful in an almost innocent way despite the act they were performing.
Freyja pulled the toy and Ky let go of it. Freyja kept herself from falling backwards. She raised her chin and offered the toy for Ky to take. He took it from her mouth and tossed it again.
Ky tossed the toy a few more times before having Freyja sit in front of Him.
“Beg,” He commanded. Freyja sat up, put her hands up to her chest and panted while giving Him puppy eyes. “Good girl,” Ky praised, scratching her head.
“Woof!” Freyja replied, sitting again.
“Stand,” Freyja obeyed, “Down.”
Freyja turned, facing the opposite way, and lowered her upper half to the ground. Ky ran a finger through the slit of her pussy, finding it dripping wet. He teased her clit and she whimpered, pressing herself back against Him.
“Be good, girl,” Ky growled, which He knew would turn her on more.
Freyja let out a whine and wanted to beg but she knew better than to speak. Ky put a finger into Freyja’s dripping wet cunt and curled it downwards towards her stomach. She gasped and Ky knew He’d hit the right spot. aksaray escort
He added another finger and fingered her for a few minutes, drawing her to the edge and pulling out right before she could cum. Freyja whined and tried to rock back and forth and find his fingers again.
Ky unbuckled his belt and rubbed her ass cheeks with His hand, warning her of what He was about to do, “This is not punishment, it is a reward for being such a good girl.”
Ky stood and bent the belt in half before bringing it down on her left cheek and then her right. Not too hard at first, before bringing it down a bit harder.
Freyja cried out and moaned at the spanks, squirming and whining, begging for more. Ky made sure that the flesh of her ass glowed a bright scarlet after the 30 lashes to each side was over. He undid his fly and took His aching hard cock out and removed the plug from His submissive before positioning Himself at the entrance of Freyja’s ass.
Freyja squirmed as Ky took a hold of her hips and slowly entered her. She pushed back against Him and He began to thrust harder. Freyja’s ass began to burn but it felt good. She loved most forms of pain, although not severe pain or close to it.
Soon, Ky was pouring Himself inside of her, slowing His thrusts and gently pulling out. He put two fingers back in her cunt and started pumping them, curling and hitting just the right spot as Freyja moaned her delight.
“Cum, Puppet,” Ky growled.
Immediately, the walls of Freyja’s cunt clenched and she came, moaning loudly.
Ky smiled and picked her up carefully before taking her upstairs to His bedroom. He sat her on the bed, careful not to place her on her bottom, and cut the wrap off her legs. He removed the collar, mitts, and ears.
Reaching into the nightstand, Ky took out a tube of a soothing cream and squirted some onto his fingers.
“On your stomach, sweetie,” Ky said softly. Freyja obeyed, rolling onto her stomach. Ky began to massage the cream into the red flesh. Freyja whimpered and grabbed at the sheets.
“Shh, it’s alright, sweetheart. It’s almost done. See? It’s not so bad,” Ky cooed. He found that He talked a lot during the aftercare process, mostly to soothe the sub, but to comfort Himself too.
“Feeling alright, darling? Need anything? Water, food?” He asked.
Freyja shook her head. In the time that Ky had known her, she was always quiet after a scene. It wasn’t a bad thing, just her coming out of her headspace.
Ky nodded and lifted the sheets on the bed to allow Freyja under them before crawling under Himself. He held Freyja, His wonderful pet, in His arms until her breathing grew steady and He knew she’d fallen asleep. He smiled to Himself, knowing that He’d satisfied her needs just as much as she had satisfied His.