Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start - Sex Stories

Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start

... stretched. I sat transfixed on her large breasts and the trickle of her cum slowly slithering down her dark leg. Seeing me staring at her like a love-sick teenager, she said, “Want one last taste, my pet?” Without hesitation, I leaned forward, already craving another taste of her addictive sweetness, and cleaned her leg. “You will make a very good little white slave, my pet,” she teased, her hand petting my hair like I was a puppy. Shame burned in me suddenly at my lack of dignity, but the reality was I was completely at the whim of this black Goddess. I just wanted to please her; I just wanted the opportunity to taste her again and again. She moved away and ordered, “Follow me, my pet.” I began to stand up, but was rebuked. Her voice remained calm and sweet, “Crawl, my pet.” The expectation surprised me, but I obeyed, falling back onto my knees and I followed her into her bedroom. I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation with each step I crawled. How quickly my life had changed. Just this morning I was living a normal humdrum life, and now I was crawling like a dog to a woman I had just met. It was so bizarre, and as unbelievable as any sex story I had ever read, yet it was the truth. I was living and breathing this reality. When we arrived in her bedroom she led me to her bed and offered, “You may stand, my pet.” I thankfully obeyed; my knees were beginning to get sore. She smiled and asked, “You are trying to consider what to call me aren’t you?” “Yes, m-um-m,” I ...

... began, almost calling her Mistress, but caught myself. She smiled, “You want to call me Mistress, don’t you, my pet?” “Yes,” I whispered, so quietly because of the shame I was feeling it was almost inaudible. “You may, my pet. But once you call me Mistress, I own you completely. You are my possession, my personal plaything. I will insist you submit to me in front of your boyfriend. I won’t make you break up with him. That will be your choice. But he will know that I am your Mistress and your loyalty is to me first,” she explained. “I may even go with you to your parents and make it clear that you are a cunt-licker.” The future so clearly explained to me had me a mental mess. Before I had time to make a decision, she gave me the time I needed, “You don’t have to decide now, my pet. It is a very big decision. But I do want you to help me get dressed.” “Yes, ma’am,” I used, choosing my words carefully. “Ma’am,” she laughed hard. “I can’t get over that one.” She went to her closet and returned with white stockings. She instructed, “Put my stockings on your maybe Mistress, my pet.” The word Mistress sent a surprised pleasure shock directly to my pussy. I took the stocking, and slowly rolled it up her black legs. The white stockings were a sharp contrast to her chocolate skin. Once my hands reached the top, I paused, looking directly to her hairy pussy. She smiled and reassured, “Don’t worry my pet, I am not stingy with my cunt. I can come over and over and over again. But not right ...