Quarantine Pet - His Pet

I felt a little bad about it. The whole act felt mean. By the end of the day, she’d be squirming, wondering if I had changed my mind. She probably thought I would send her away. I certainly was giving off that vibe.

Maybe I just needed a night away from her. If I slept alone, I could work out things in my mind, in the dark, while lying in bed. It was meditative. I’d be calm, and there’d be no pressure to interact with Sandra. Then I could step back and get some perspective on what I was doing.

At dinner, we ate in silence. Judging by the way she was looking at me, I think Sandra was anticipating something was going to happen. She cleaned up the dishes, and as she did, I slipped out of the dining room. I immediately when up to my room, got undressed, and went to bed. I had been so stressed out from running the scenarios in my mind, I quickly fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was dark outside. It was a little after midnight, and I felt refreshed. Perhaps now I could work out in my own mind how to proceed with Sandra. That’s when I noticed the light coming from the bottom of the door to my secret room.

“Oh, no,” I said aloud.

I got up and went inside. Squinting in the light, I found Sandra sitting on a leather bench. She had tied down one of her hands and was using the other to stimulate herself with the vibrator.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Trying to tie myself up,” she admitted. “It’s not the same. Will you do it?”

“Sandra, look—”

“Please, sir,” she said, looking up at me with her big doe-like eyes. “I need to be taught.”

She handed me a riding crop, and I gripped it in my hand. Then she got up on all fours on the leather bench. Her robe fell open, exposing her bare bottom. She was prepared for another spanking.

“Like this, sir?”

It was her calling me “sir” that did it. Sandra was slowly becoming the perfect submissive pet for me. Despite the trouble I knew it would cause, I dove in. I secured her hands on the bench, pulled her robe the rest of the way back, and started slapping her bare buttocks with the riding crop. Soon her cheeks were pink and a little swollen.

“Ooo,” she cooed. “I’ve been bad.”

I picked up the smartphone that was controlling her vibrator and turned it all the way up. She gasped, and I went back to spanking her some more. I was rock hard in my own robe, and my cock just popped out about halfway through the spanking.

Getting behind her, I mounted her very sore behind, penetrating her wet pussy. Her walls gripped me and dripped with hot moisture.

“This is what you want, bad girl? A nice big cock to fill you up?”

“Uh-huh,” she panted as I slid in and out. “Just like that, sir. Your cock is so good!”

Grabbing a bunch of her hair, I pulled her head back as I railed her from behind. It was a lot of grunting and sweating. The sex was raw and uncompromising. I felt the vibrator still inside her, pulled out, removed the vibrator, and then resumed fucking. Letting go of her hair, I grabbed her by the waist and pushed deep as I could. She was moaning in ecstasy while I was grunting and trying not to cum right away.

Reaching underneath, I started stimulating her clit with my fingers. Sandra squealed in surprise and delight. I felt the warm rush of her juices as they exploded from her dripping pussy all over my shaft.

Taking the vibrator, I slowly started to push it against her asshole. She bit her lower lip and started moaning again. Pop! It went in, and I pushed up the controls on the smartphone. She was now getting stimulated in two holes at once.

“Oh, Jack!” she moaned. “I mean, sir! Oh, God! I can’t even… I can’t even… I’m, I’m—”

She grunted, and a massive torrent of her juices came pouring out of her pussy. It drenched my dick and ran down my legs. She was shaking uncontrollably. It was like her whole body was spasming with orgasm, and she lost control.

It was in that moment I knew she’d be unable to resist me from this point on. An orgasm like this was not a light experience. It was an intense, erotic arousal that came from the depths of one’s soul. Such a physical experience created an addiction of sorts in the brain. Sandra would forever be chasing the high of that orgasm if I wasn’t careful.

But was I doing anything different? Was I just chasing a dopamine rush from getting off from a different woman? Would it wane like all the others? Would I be left alone, wondering and wandering the single landscape trying to find another pet to fulfill my kinky desires?