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Pet

“Lori, number 3.” The voice comes over the little speaker and a grin traces its way across my lips. I am Lori and my owner is behind door number 3. I am sitting at the little makeup desk in my office. I pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my neck. I love the way it feels, just snug enough that if my owner tugs, it bites a bit. I like that. Pain is a good reminder, a good teacher. Are you going to watch me? Here, sit here in my dressing room and watch the television. See, you can see my master there. He can wait a few moments, it only makes it better. What? Wow, you don’t have to be so judgmental. You have no idea who I am or what happens here. I mean, let’s not forget, a few seconds ago, you said you were a little intimidated by… all of this. Here, let’s see if I can’t put some things in perspective, help you to understand what you are about to watch or witness or whatever you want to call it. I was seventeen when I gave my first blowjob. He parked the car on the side of a road that hadn’t ever been finished under a bridge that was the same. We were both seniors in high school. He was a soccer player and I was in drama. We had a few classes together; a bunch of friends in common, and that was how we got together. That night, I did my best to please him. It was clumsy and frenetic. I couldn’t get my mouth right and he grabbed everything way too hard, but neither of us cared. The performance didn’t matter, our expectations only got in the way. When I sat down ...

... in the car and he started driving, all either of us knew was what we wanted. He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick. What does that have to do with this? Simple, it’s not always about what you expect. It’s about more than that. Sometimes your expectations are met, sometimes they’re missed. Sometimes you are in control and sometimes you’re controlled. In the end, isn’t it all about pleasure? How much pleasure do you get in a day? Me? I prefer as much as possible, all I can get. That’s why I’m a pet. I don’t know if that first experience in the back of Jake’s Oldsmobile has anything to do with it, maybe it doesn’t, but I like to think it does. I like to think it was the first step, the catalyst that led me down this road. I kind of like that, the way it all ties together. Oh, now you’re interested? Good. Now, just sit here and watch what happens on that screen. We’ll talk when I get… “Lori, number 3, please.” That’s my cue. I slip out of my chair and onto my hands and knees. The carpet pushes into the palms of my hands and the curve of my knees. It doesn’t hurt, but it almost does, I can feel it. I arch my back, first up and then down, stretching. I lift my arm, lick the back of my wrist, and rub it behind the furry, purple ear on top of my head. Turning toward you, I see the lust in your eyes. You were staring at my ass, watching my body move. Yes, that tail is exactly what you think it is. Crawling across the hall, I nudge the door open with my head and slip ...