Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start - Sex Stories

Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start

... now, sadly, I have to leave pretty soon.” Stopping at her closet door, “Oh, my pets do not wear underwear. No panties or bra except for when Aunt Flow visits.” My craving growing, my pussy beginning to tingle again, I obeyed and rolled the second stocking on. She went back to her closet and I stood up and unfastened my bra from my blouse and tossed it on her bed. I began buttoning up my blouse, aware that my stiff nipples would be clearly visible through the sheer white blouse. Rosie returned and handed me a black leather skirt. Assuming what was expected of me; I dropped back to the floor and slid the skirt up her stocking-clad legs. Once on, I went to her back and zipped the skirt up. She turned around and her massive breasts were staring at me. I looked down at them, desperately wanting to touch them, kiss them. As if reading my mind, she offered, “Go ahead, my pet. I know you want to touch my tits.” Without hesitation, I put my hand on her big round left breast and held it in awe. As if in a trance, I moved forward and took her long erect nipple in my mouth. She allowed me to pleasure her breast for a minute or two before promising, “Next time, you may make love to them with your mouth, my pet.” She actually patted me on my head, like a puppy. I should have been humiliated, yet instead I felt excited, like a puppy would when its Master petted it. She noticed my bra on her bed and asked, “Are your panties still on?” “Yes Mistr....” I began, catching myself at the last ...

... minute. She smiled knowingly, clearly expecting that one day soon I would be calling her that regularly. “Hand them over,” she demanded, extending her hand. I quickly got out of my very soiled panties. She moved them to her nose and complimented, “Hmmm, you have a very sweet scent, my pet.” “Thank you, Ma’am,” I graciously replied, every kind word just one more strand on a very thin rope that was keeping my utter submission from occurring. She handed me a bra that was massive in size and yet sexy just the same in white lace. Without any instructions, I put her bra on her beautiful tits and buckled it up. She ordered, “Go into my closet and get me my black blouse.” I obeyed and returned with two, unsure which she wanted. She pointed to my right hand and I again, without instruction, dressed the beautiful black Goddess. I buttoned up each button, slowly watching her voluptuous breasts disappear behind the thin black fabric. As I went to button the last two buttons, she instructed, “Stop. I need to keep some cleavage out and about.” “Of course, Ma’am,” I agreed. “We are almost done. Go get the black four inch heels with the open toe.” I again obeyed and returned to see her sitting on the edge of her bed waiting. I again fell to my knees, something that seemed to be rather regular today. I grabbed her stocking-clad ankle and slowly slid the shoe on her foot. In my head the story Cinderella suddenly popped up and I smiled at the absurdity of it all. I put on her second heel and waited ...