The Housepet Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Housepet Pt. 01

... the weirdos and fraudsters to set up regular dates she probably could afford a place on her own. But the ongoing time and effort that would take sort of defeated the point of having time and focus to study.

She had put on her profile that was submissive on a whim and with an idea that was what older men were looking for in a side piece. She wasn't submissive, not really, but she could fake it. Sure she had the usual submissive fantasies late at night but all girls did sometimes didn't they? She was a career girl, boss bitch and feminist. She could handle Jamie, give him enough of what he wanted so he didn't notice she was really in control.Right?

She read the message typed out on her phone for a final time.

"I'm In. No objections to anything you proposed and we can work out the finer details. You said I can move in whenever? I have no classes on Thursday, and not much stuff to move over. Just clothes and books really. That work?"

Send.Fuck.

A few minutes later her phone buzzed. "Wonderful. I'm so delighted Zara. Thursday works for me. I can work from home and help out. Only bring clothes you want to wear to Uni or on wear on nights out with your friends. And period pants I guess. I'll buy you underwear and things to wear around the house. Send me your sizes. I'd guess size 12, 34b but let me know for certain."

"Good guesses, right on both counts. Looking forward to seeing what you choose for your new FuckToy."

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"You comfortable? ...

... Shall we begin?"

She was dreading this moment all day. It was Thursday evening and she was in. Jamie had been surprisingly helpful, using his car to do a couple of runs from her aunts and bonding with her uncle as they carried boxes up to her new room. As far as her uncle was concerned she was renting a room from a friend of a friend who didn't like his house to be left empty when he was away on regular business trips. Uncle Martin was a straightforward sort and took it all at face value. Aunt Niamh raised an eyebrow when Zara told her but didn't say anything.

Jamie collected take-out from the neighbourhood Thai while she unpacked and they shared a relaxed dinner, eating out of cartons and drinking white wine together like a conventional pair of housemates. It was the most natural she had ever seen him and he made her laugh with a dry sense of humour and an unexpected willingness to mock himself.

She wasn't scared of sex. She liked it. She often wished she could be less of a good girl and more of a slut, which was partly behind her careful, cautious experiment with sugar dating. But she liked to be in control, she liked to plan and know what was coming. And knowing that she had agreed to be Free Use unnerved her. Would he just bend her over the kitchen table after dinner and unzip? But when he asked the question she simply nodded.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight. We'll start slow. Get you used to being shamelessly objectified. To being a Toy. A Pet. It might ...