Rock Hard

I’d always held some sort of affection for my pets. There was no way for me to get it up otherwise. I wasn’t really into anonymous sex and had never been to a kink club, instead preferring to build relationships with people I already knew and play with them at home.

But I had to admit, this felt deeper than anything I’d felt before.

I had no idea what had gotten into me, thanks to Jonna, but I liked it.

Jonna’s cheeks had turned an adorable rosy pink, and I couldn’t help but to kiss them. She giggled, which only endeared her to me more. There was no question about it. I was going to fuck this gorgeous girl. I hurried to pull a condom from the bedside drawer and open it.

Taking Jonna by her hip, I rolled her onto her back, caressing my hands down her legs to the shackles that bound her ankles. Releasing her legs one at a time, I pulled her down toward me, so that she was at the edge of the bed while I was standing on the floor.

Jonna saw my cock and the condom in my hand and realized where this was going, suddenly turning from giggly to very serious.

After rolling the latex down my shaft, I put her still bound hands above her head, holding them there with one hand, as I put her legs over my shoulders with the other, bending down to shorten the distance between us.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as I stroked the head of my cock against her dripping wet pussy.

“That’s the idea, pet.”

Another sweet giggle escaped her, cut short by the sharp gasp as I eased into her tight hole.

“Are you okay, pet?”

She nodded quickly, the pleasure apparently so strong as to prevent her from forming words.

Holding her bound hands above her head, I started to push into her again. Caressing my cock slowly inside her tight little pussy, I felt her body adjust as I moved. Getting in to about half-mast, I gave her a moment to get used to being filled up so completely.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “That feels great, sir.”

When I could feel her starting to relax, the desires of her mind and the response of her body falling into sync, I started to pump. Rocking my cock deep inside her, her moans fell in line with the rhythm as I held her in submission, which she didn’t seem to mind at all.

“It feels fucking amazing,” I told her. “You are one hot little pet and I want to keep my cock in that tight pussy of yours.”

Heat and passion radiated between us as we moved together, Jonna moving her hips to meet each of my thrusts as I fucked her to a massive, screaming orgasm.

The feeling of her already tight pussy clenching around me like a vice grip was enough to tip me over the edge, and I poured my load into the condom between us with a sharp groan. Slowly, slightly reluctantly, I pulled out of her and tossed the used latex in the trash.

Jonna lay limp and helpless in the center of my head, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Undoing the wrist cuffs, I scooped her up and carried her from the master bedroom, her warm cheek pressed against my bare chest.

“How are you doing, pet?” I asked her.

Jonna hadn’t quite passed out, but she had lost equilibrium, at least for a while. It was clear from the glassy look in her eyes.

“I’m okay,” she said. “I’ve just never experienced anything like that before.”

“Good,” I told her. “Let me get you in the bath again.”

I carried her there like a ragdoll and drew the water for her before helping her in.

She gazed up at me and smiled, clearly relaxed in the warm water, but unable to form words. There were no bubbles in the bath this time, so I could see every inch of her beautiful, voluptuous body, not that she seemed to mind in the least.

I dipped my hand into the water and reached down to stroke her pussy, just to see what would happen.

She hummed a bit from the sensation, but that was it. She didn’t object, or try to pull away. She was completely mine.

She’d taken the vow before I’d collared her, of course, but words were easy to say. It was another thing to live up to them.

My Jonna had the power of her convictions. Which was more than I could say for many wannabe pets that I’d met.

“Are you hungry? Or would you like to start training?” I asked her.

“Training,” she said immediately.

There were two ways that word could have been used, but she seemed equally up for either one, whether it meant job training, or training as my pet.

I really did love thinking of her as my pet. It was much better than ‘submissive’ or ‘slave.’ The word ‘pet’ accurately reflected the love, loyalty and dedication involved in the lifestyle which, in more cases than not, entailed no element of servitude. One had to have a choice before they could effectively give it up.