The Housepet Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Housepet Pt. 01

... paused.

"The last five I want on the bare. Kneel up Kitten," he helped her up so she was kneeling beside him on the sofa.

"Pull your leggings down for me. I want to see that arse properly."

Her face was crimson. He was not asking. There was no aggression in his voice but no politeness either. The reality of being a treated like a Toy, a Pet was beginning to sink in, the feeling of humiliation, degradation even, and her betrayal of her own values, the values she held dear. But she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and rolled her leggings down to just above the knee. She kept her panties on in a token of defiance.

"Ready for a couple more then I'll give you a breather?"

She sunk back to her position, forearms out either side of her lowered head. Ass high and naked apart from the thin material of her thong. He made no move to return to spanking her, instead he trailed his fingertips across the reddening skin of her ass. She shivered with the tingly feeling.

"You're doing great. I'm proud of you Kitten."

She heard a contented Meow and it took a few seconds to realise that it had come from her.

"So. Maintenance spankings. I haven't really explained the point of them have i? It's not a punishment obviously, But itis an attitude adjustment. You struggle with your submissiveness don't you Kitten? It's there, almost dormant. You are a feminist, you've told me, but more importantly I've seen you how you behave. You can be confident, assertive, articulate, ...

... downright argumentative when you want."

His voice had laughter in it and Zara remembered the verbal jousting of the first meeting where she was keen to show him she was not a doormat. It felt a very long time ago now.

"And that's OK. You don't need to be submissive all the time. That's probably not right for you. But you do need to find a way of accepting your submissive side better. Stop fighting against it.

hadn't stopped stroking her, fingertips gently tracing her skin across her butt, down the back of her thighs to where her leggings were bunched, humiliatingly, then back up the inside of her thighs, skirting the edge of her panties, the edge of her pussy lips. It was exquisite torture.

"But I want you to try and use the feeling of being spanked to surrender to your submissive side. Turn that busy brain off. That conscious brain that's always analysing everything you say and do, doubting yourself, your more vicious critic and censor. Let the raw feeling of pleasure and pain overwhelm that noisy brain. Shut your brain down for a while and becoming my Pet. Just try it. Can you try that for me Kitten?"

She moaned her assent.

"Oh and just one more thing. I think some extra stimulation would help. Push you hand into your panties and play with yourself as I spank you."

Even through the fog of arousal that shocked her. She instinctively shook her head but even as she did she found her hand was reaching back between her legs as she adjusted to support herself ...