Becoming a Pet - Sex Stories

Becoming a Pet

... out.

His cock left Jill's wanting mouth, and she watched his hand stroke up and down the spit covered shaft.

"Cum for me Master!" Jill moaned, "Cover your sex slave pet with your thick cum!"

Jill loved it. She stuck her tongue out and felt spit drop off it as she waited for her first facial.

"Fuck.. fuck," He grunted, "Fuuuuuuccckkk!!"

And finally, Jill was rewarded with a thick, hot strike of cum in the middle of her face.

She instantly closed her eyes, just in time for another hot strike to hit her right eyebrow.

Shot after shot of warm, creamy cum landed against her young, smooth face. One landed directly on her tongue, and Jill instantly swallowed it down.

"Mmmmm!" She moaned as another load of cum hit her closed lips.

He came an inhuman amount, as though gallons of cum were getting poured onto Jill's face. It was so hot, so sticky, so fucking perfect!

"Ooh fuck." He grunted again as the last few strikes hit her glazed face.

She kept her eyes closed as they were coated in cum, but she was met with a slap on her face by his semi hard cock.

"Good girl." He grunted as he kept slapping her sticky face over and over with his cock.

"Thank you Master." Jill moaned.

Jill felt the cum drip off her face, and her face actually felt heavy from the massive amount of cum that covered her.

"Right," He said, and his cock moved back, "time for the next part."

CHAPTER 7

With her face coated in cum, Jill lay perfectly still as he untied ...

... her.

When he pulled the nipple clamps away, Jill let out a little sigh of relief. She managed to open one of her eyes enough to see her tits, and to her surprise, there weren't any marks that were too bad.

"On your knees." He ordered and yanked her leash.

Jill did just that. Lowering herself to her knees. He didn't speak but started to walk. The tug on her leash indicated for Jill to crawl after him.

She was led to a column to one side of the room.

"Stand." He instructed.

Jill stood up, and she looked into the green eyes of her owner, wondering,what did he actually look like?

He didn't say anything as he grabbed her wrists. He pushed Jill so her back was against the column, then her wrists were stretched back as far as they could go around it.

A few clicks and her wrists were locked in leather cuffs. They must've been attached to each other with a chain because when she moved one hand, it pulled the other.

Then she watched in silence as he brought over a metal, spreader bar.

Not needing any instructions, Jill stepped into the cuffs, her legs spread far apart, and he locked her in.

Once again, Jill was helpless, but she was loving it.

What's he doing? Jill thought as he walked to the other side of the room, but she didn't dare speak without permission.

When he turned back around, he was carting a small table on wheels. It had a few items on it, but the largest was a black ball. It looked to be a little smaller than a person's head, which ...