The Housepet Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Housepet Pt. 01

... feel strange at first but I think if you relax and embrace the feeling it will become natural. Have you looked at the gifts I left in the dressing room? No? Go upstairs and try them all on. Choose your favourite lingerie and masturbate for me while you wear it. There's a toy and lube there if you need either. Try to edge, get close to orgasm but don't, stay on the edge. If you don't get close that's OK. Just relax and play for 30 minutes. Understand?

"Good Girl. After you play take a few minutes to unwind. Then get dressed in an outfit of your choice from my purchases. It doesn't have to be lingerie. There are cute but casual outfits there that might feel more appropriate for your first night. Then come downstairs and tell me how it felt. I'll probably spank you then we'll watch a movie then go to bed. Separately."

Take your time. We have all night. Take what's left of the wine with you, I'll open a beer and wait. Do not rush. I'll be here. Now go."

An hour later she is laid on her new bed, gently stroking her clit and wet lips as she brings herself close to the edge for the third time in 25 minutes. She chose a long line basque style bra with straps for stockings for her playtime, with a matching lace thong, both in black lace. Even with the straps left undone, (she couldn't quite see the point of fiddling with suspender clips when she was alone) it was the sexiest underwear she's ever worn. She kept the thong on for a while, her hand in her panties as she ...

... played with her pussy and built towards her first edge. That felt an implied part of his instruction. But after a while she slipped them down her legs so she could get comfortable, spreading her legs wide and plunging her fingers into her wet folds, edging to his instructions. It feels odd knowing he is downstairs but still controlling her, she pushed those thought from her mind and surrendered to the sensation, how good it felt to play slowly, keeping herself aroused, close to orgasm but carefully avoiding falling over the edge into the O. She knew she would obey, she would do as instructed. ********

With every step she took down the staircase she felt her embarrassment rising. By the time she nervously entered the room her face was flushed and she couldn't lift her eyes to meet his but she felt his intent gaze on her.

"Nice choice of outfit."

She had chosen the least revealing outfit from the options Jamie offered. Tight yoga pants with a soft wrap sweater over a silk cami top. Not what she would normally choose but cute. But as she walked into the room, under his gaze she felt acutely aware that it had been chosen for her. That's although she had been given some illusion of choice, she was being treated as a Doll, dressed for his gaze.

"You look good in those tight pants. Turn around. You have a great arse Zara. Sit and tell me how it felt to edge to my instruction."

"It felt good." She said in a small, halting voice and cursed herself for not sounding more ...