Quarantine Pet - His Pet

“You don’t have to force it,” Jack explained. “The words will come naturally to you after a while. Trust me.”

“I trust you.”

Jack cleared the table after dinner. Without a word, he left the room with me sitting in my chair. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. Was I handling this correctly? Had I embarrassed myself in this new lifestyle I wanted to try? Would I be a good fit for it? Would Jack accept me, or would my attempt come off as forced?

I genuinely wanted this to work and to be interested. I think I was genuinely curious. My arousal wasn’t fake when Jack had tied me up, so I must’ve liked some of it. I guess it was possible that deep down, I wanted the attention.

Jack was handsome and forceful. Maybe it wasn’t the rope. Could it be that any amount of attention from a handsome man was enough to pique my interest? Would I be bored and jaded with all this in a few weeks or days? Or, would I find deep meaning and sensual desire in the lifestyle?

There was only one way to know for sure.

I looked up at the clock and realized I had been sitting in the dining room for over twenty minutes. Jack had just left me here. Guess I had kind of zoned out thinking about what was to come. And what was to cum.

No instructions? That didn’t seem right. Perhaps as the submissive, I had to anticipate my dominant’s needs. Hmm, I was beginning to realize what Jack meant when he said these relationships were more complicated.

I got up but then sat back down. Maybe this was part of a test to see how long I’d wait for him. That was something a dominant would do, right? Make me wait until I was about to burst and then walk into the room. Was I ruining it by getting up so quick? Still, he hadn’t given me any clues one way or another, and we were still in the early stages of this game.

Getting up again, I decided to risk it and go looking for Jack. Walking straight up to his bedroom, I found the secret passage and entered the secret room. Jack was there waiting. He was looking at the door as I entered.

“Come in and close the door, pet,” he instructed. “Then take off all your clothes. Slowly and turn around during the process. I want to see you.”

I did as he commanded, slowly disrobing and letting my clothes fall to the floor. Moving to undo my shoes, he raised a hand.

“No. Those stay on,” he instructed. “Now, walk over to me.”

Moving into his space, I approached until I got very close to him.

“Bend over. On my lap,” he instructed.

Obeying, I did so, but I didn’t lean across his lap. Jack hadn’t said to get on my knees, I bent over near him, letting my torso hang across him.

“You’ve been naughty,” he said. “Haven’t you, Sandra?”

Jack’s hand slapped my bare bottom. The noise reverberated in the room a bit, and the sting made me flinch.

“I’ve been very naughty, yes,” I confessed.

A second slap came, along with his hand lingering on the sore spot and caressing it gently. The feeling made my pussy ache.

“You need discipline,” he said. “Pets need constant supervision. It’s the only way they can properly function. Do you not agree?”

“Of course, sir,” I agreed.

My position over him made me a little unbalanced. As he spanked me with his open hand, I was threatening to teeter over on top of him.

“Don’t fall,” he said insistently. “I would be very disappointed if you lost your balance just now.”

“Of course, sir,” I acknowledged in agreement. “I’ll do my best.”

“Your best?” he scoffed.

“I will succeed,” I corrected. “I shall not fall.”

“Good, that’s what I want to hear,” Jack responded. “I think I would like to add some light bondage to this. Would that be acceptable to you?”

“Of course, sir,” I agreed. “I’m sure you know what’s best.”

“Don’t move.”

He stood up and left me hovering there. Walking to a drawer, he opened it and found what looked like some red ribbon. He wrapped it around my wrists and then tied the other end to his chair, which he now positioned in front of me.

I had been bending over for several minutes. The strain was beginning to take its toll on me, but I tried not to waver. Jack suddenly spanked me with his open palm again unexpectedly. I let out a surprised squeak and almost laughed, but I bit my lower lip and kept it inside.

Behind me, he would spank and then rub. Pain and then pleasure. His fingers drifted, finding themselves rubbing my bare pussy lips and asshole. I could hear his heavy breathing as he gently stimulated me. Then Jack began rubbing up against me with the bulge in his pants.