My pet didn't know what he was getting into - or what might be getting into him - that fateful night that I told him,
"Pick me up at 9. We're going on an adventure. Dress nicely, like the good law-abiding citizen you are, the kind who returns library books on time. But don’t dress too nicely. You might get dirty. Who knows, your clothes might get messed up. And, drink some coffee. This'll be a late night and you'll need your energy."
I knew this would stir my deviant pet’s desires.
I'm a sex worker, and SP is a client of mine. I always love seeing him when he comes to my city. Some men need to be dominated and humiliated, some want a sweet, even submissive, girlfriend. He’s just himself. He's sweet and kind, but also curious and open to almost anything. SP is not a big guy - maybe 5’6” - so it’s easy just to push him onto the bed, pin his arms down and tease him by holding my perfect ass just inches from his face. At the same time, we both love it when I call him “Daddy” and he holds my head down on his cock, slobbering and gagging. He’s got a mouth that looks like it was made for eating pussy (and other things). I like just talking to him about life, art, pets, science, outer space, everything.
As for me, I’m a petite sensual psychonaut, well-versed in both cuddles and the erotic dark arts. I’m about 5’2” tall, with alabaster skin, short dark hair, penetrating eyes, and luscious lips. Those lips can kiss softly and snarl sexily, depending on my mood – and you. My ass is soft and prominent, something to enjoy whether you’re holding it, fucking doggystyle, or being sat upon. Rounding out my beauty are my small perky breasts, just the right size for a mouth or palm. But I digress.
I saw him pull up and look around. Stepping out of the shadows, in my long black canvas jacket, knee-high boots, and a short tight skirt, I looked stunning. (I know I'm fine and there's no one else like me.) I hopped in the car and leaned in for a deep kiss. Our tongues twirled and explored, softly, insistently, hungrily. I could have kissed for hours on end, but we had places to go and people to do. I pulled away from him and gave him directions.
We drove for a few minutes until we were in a dimly lit parking lot surrounded by old brick warehouse buildings. “Pull around to the back, park right here. That's it, baby.”
Ever the gentleman, he got out of the car and went over to my door to let me out. As I stepped out of the car, I pulled him tight and gave him a deep kiss. He pulled me in tightly, clasping my soft ass. I reached into my bag and I whispered in his ear, “This is going to be fun. Trust me.”
He heard the click as my knife opened. His eyes bugged at the sight of my shining blade. Even though we trust each other completely, few people can handle my full range. I smiled broadly and laughed, “I just want to give you a surprise.”
With that, I quickly sliced away a strip of cloth from the front of his shirt and blindfolded him with it. (Most people can’t do a blindfold worth shit, but I’m definitely not most people. He couldn’t see a thing.)
Holding his hand, I opened the door and led him into the big dim space. It was crowded but not jam-packed. The low techno beat provided a background hum. Sometimes I led him through piles of stuff on the floor or had him bump into a couch, just for fun. People parted as I paraded him through the crowd. They saw my grin and smiled back, some leering lustily. I'd laugh and say things like, “Look what I have here. Come visit the petting zoo later.”
This was gonna be fun. We kept walking until I stopped and opened the door to his home for the evening.
“We're going in here, babe. Kneel here. There’s a cushion for your knees.”
He didn’t know we were going to be on our knees and I want my pet to be comfortable. But I still gave him a little “thwap” on his ass with my riding crop. He needs a reminder of my sweetness, after all. I gently told him, "I'm gonna sit right here with you. We'll both be kneeling. Pretend you're in church, my deviant altar boy."