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INTRODUCTION

This story contains MF, Mf, MFf+, BD, NC, Cons, Tort, Fist, MC, Slave
If this offends you stop reading and go watch cartoons


I am known in bdsm community as Master Pagan.
This is a real story; yes I am a real person, I exist and accounts
mentioned here did actually happen.

This story is about a girl called Sarah and how I slowly
turned her into my first pet (quite literally). This story happened
in the early 90s. Those were my "clumsy" days and I love to recollect
how naive I was at that time and how exciting and new it all was for
me.

I don't know how long the story it going to be as I'll
write it in those few spare moments I have. The story is largely
unedited
draft copy as I will concentrate on story telling rather then style. If
that bothers you, then fuck off.

I appreciate you comments and above all I love to
know if anyone is actually reading this. Drop me a line to:

pagan442@googlemail.com


and share your thoughts. Tell me your interests in alternative
lifestyle
as I always like to meet like-minded people and explore
their points of view.




Chapter 1

Sarah came to Brighton from another part of England, she
was far
away from home with limited funds, no friends and an important
task ahead of her. That year she was going to start the first
year at her university. In deed she was a very smart girl,
kind of shy and reserved but nothing that would label her
as a weirdo or antisocial.

She quickly made friends amongst colleagues attending
same classes and living in the same dorm. She was a brave
girl, burning all bridges behind her and with a little she
had embarked on a lengthily journey of becoming a psychologist.

Sarah was a good northern girl, living with her adoptive
mother before moving to Brighton, when she left her, boyfriend
and a little family she had there.

They were just on the other side of the country but Sarah
was determined to succeed and make a difference with her
life unlike the other members of her family.

Sarah was stunning with raven black hair that used to end
just below her shoulders and piercing blue eyes. She was
about five-feet-six tall with a hourglass figure.
She was in deed a pleasure to look at but not just then...

At the time she joined the university she didn't really
pay much attention to her hair, wore baggy, often mismatching
clothes and really didn't know any difference between
mascara and American Indian war paints.

Her adoptive mother was a factory worker,
who didn't have much time or money to spend on clothes
and virtually never wore any blush or lipstick, so Sarah
learned to improvise with a little she had.

She arrived that faithful Saturday to Brighton train station
dragging four large suitcases her mother help her pack
and place on the train. I still don't know how she managed
to make two transfers carrying all that stuff, which was quite
clearly too heavy for a large man like me, let alone petite
little girl like Sarah.

Meeting Sarah was a pure coincidence. I was returning from
London cursing the late trains and public transport
as usual. I felt hot, breathless and pissed off as did doubtless
most of the other passengers.

Train made a stop at East Croydon where I saw her, standing
on the platform with a tower of suitcases.

Obviously there was no porter as expected and people were just
showing disinterest and contempt looking at her with all
her stuff, planning to board their train, taking their
space, breathing their air.

She looked plain and a bit pale and frightened but something
deep inside me just reacted to her. She looked helpless
and so beautiful a perfect prey.

Photography is one of my hobbies and I've seen gorgeous
naked girls, hundreds of times. When I looked at that petite
girl in her baggy clothes I saw beauty, well hidden within
her and covered with layers of plain clothes that looked
like they've been through several charity shops.

But that was not what attracted me to her, it was that "something"
indescribable, something almost spiritual a deep animal
attraction that transcends reason exposing the raw hunger
and lust, not just for her body but her mind and her soul as well.

Even as the train came to a full stop, I formed a plan to learn
more about her. I stood up and walked two rows of seats so
I can be in herline of sight and help her with
her baggage as a real gentleman would.

We sat opposite one another, panting heavily from lifting
all those furniture sized bags in such a short time, and
since I am a strong man you can imagine the weight she carried
unaided. I figured I want to learn more about her even as
she so eloquently thanked me for my valorous endeavours.

Sarah was easy target for any stalker, she was friendly
and verbose, and she told me all about her destination,
university, mother and family before the train reached
Purley some ten miles down the track.

I expressed my surprise when she mentioned Brighton
and I told her that was my destination too. Few dozen extra
miles from my real destination won't hurt me; day was
getting better by each mile.

We were chatting like best of buddies by the time we arrived
to Brighton. I once again expressed my concern about her
luggage and valiantly offered her to share a cab to her destination,
which she accepted immediately with lots of thanks and
gratitude.

If she only knew that it was my sinister plan of finding out
where she lived. I invited myself upstairs with all her
luggage and met her roommate. They decided what is to be
her room, where I finally left her stuff, said my goodbyes
and rushed out of the apartment.

By that time plan was almost completely formed and I knew I couldn't
become too friendly with her at this time; I had to leave
as I came; nice and mysterious gentleman. I didn't
mind paying seventy pounds for taxi back home; I was tired
of all that lifting and I needed to think of a plan to make
her mine.

Taxi ride home was slow and refreshing, I had time
to organize my thoughts and form my plan of action. So far
I haven't made any typical mistakes and I was sure Sarah
would forget her "kind stranger" by the end of the day.

Now I had an advantage, I knew what I wanted and I knew I will
get it unless I screw up by being impatient. I've seen
too many movies and red to many stories to know that I need
to take my time.

I spent all the evening drinking coffee, scribbling with
my expensive fountain pen on various pieces of paper, making
a shopping list for tomorrow. I placed a few international
calls to my buddies across Europe and the plan was set in
motion.

Sunday morning was bright new day filled with purpose and
determination. I took my time taking a long relaxing shower
after which I shaved my head and styled my beard. I wanted
to look good today. I used a whole range of shower gels and
skin care lotions making myself smell nice and desirable
at least to my imagination and reflection in a mirror showed
a self satisfied grin of a newborn stalker.

Everything seemed slow that Sunday, It took me ages to get
dressed, sit on my bike and ride into town. I took early breakfast
eying Dixons shop, waiting for it to open. Time passed slowly
as I slowly chewed my English breakfast, diluting it with
ever flowing stream of fresh tea.

Finally the time has come, I saw store open across the road
and I started to leave. I paid for my breakfast with loose
change I fished out of my pockets, said my thank-yous and
left heading for the store.

I must have been their best customer that day as I left
feeling significantly heavier, carrying a professional
"bird watcher" goggles and telephoto lenses
for my camera. After all if I was to do some stalking I was
going to do it properly.

It took me about a month to get everything ready, I terminated
a contract with a company I worked with, spray-painted
the windows of my car to get a nice tinted look and got some
special order stuff from my central European contacts.

I live in a nice Victorian house with a spacious basement
for which I intended a completely different purpose. I
played with BDSM for some time, exploring and experimenting
but I haven't had the actual dungeon before, even though
I thought of it on many occasions. Now I was about to get all
things ready for my lovely pet.

During that month of preparations I went to Brighton on
several occasions, in order to get to know the terrain and
of course to ascertain what Sarah is doing. Sure enough
she joined her university; I even learned what busses she
takes, what are her classes and what is her daily routine.

She took up studying very seriously and sure enough for
a poor girl like her she found a job in one of the restaurants
overlooking the sea. All this hard studying and part-time
job left her with little time for socializing and finding
new friends.

Being separated from her family and friends working and
studying at all time left its toll on Sarah. Nobody invited
her to parties anymore; everyone just went along with their
business while she stayed alone at home with a desperate
need for a friend. From the very first moment it was obvious
what was going to happen, it usually does to most people
in similar predicament and I was counting on it. It was almost
time to make my first move.

Being a photographer has many blessings, one of them is
to be surrounded by exquisite young models. I choose a stunning
blonde model from Brighton and took her for a nice meal at
Sarah's restaurant. Of course I carefully planed
and timed the whole encounter; I even had the table I wanted
reserved two days in advance. I was planning to accidentally
bump into Sarah once more, and I needed my model as a decoy,
so it wouldn't look too transparent. It was also good
for increasing your value in someone's eyes if you're
going out with women most people can only dream of while masturbating
over their pictures in men's magazines. Only this
time I wanted Sarah to notice my beautiful companion and
drop her guard, after all a man that goes out with such women
couldn't be interested in some lowly waitress.

Just as planned, Sarah spotted me straight away; after
all I am not an easy person to miss in a crowd. I acted my often
rehearsed part, surprise, gladness to see her again and
a bit of courteous small talk when two acquaintances meet
again. I made sure Sarah paid attention to my companion
by introducing them to each-other.

Sarah served our food with smiles and I complimented a chef
on an excellent spaghetti carbonara, which was in fact
quite ordinary but I had to have a reason to come again. I
left Sarah with a generous tip after finishing my meal and
once far enough from a restaurant said my goodbye to the
model accompanying me.

For next month or so I become a regular visitor, always with
a different companion and always with a generous tip. Sarah
and I became much friendlier just according to plan and
besides, I was a hero, a good customer and untouchable man
that has all these beautiful women at his disposal. Sure
enough she knew from the first moment they are models and
we're coming back from a photo-shoot in one of the Brighton
studios but still, imagination is a dangerous thing if
you let it run wild.

Plan went on as expected, Sarah got used to me coming on the
same days at the same time and she looked forward to it. After
all, for a person in need of a friend, friendly acquaintance
is a good substitute. I was ready to take my plan to the next
level.

One day I came for a dinner but without a companion, I pretended
I was waiting for her and then had my meal alone. It was about
closing time when I finished my meal so I offered Sarah to
take her home in my car, which she of course accepted, I took
her home before and besides, I was as much of a good friend
as she could have.

So I took here home and she of course invited me for a cup of
coffee, which I gladly accepted. We sat down chatted for
some time, watched Fraser on a comedy channel; a nice clean
fun between two adults. It was about half one when I left
her.

Before going I gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. She wanted
more but I left her grinning at a little victory I just won.
She was mine even though she didn't know it yet.

In Sarah's eyes I became her platonic boyfriend; I
would visit her almost every day and take her out on weekends,
but never going any further then a gentle peck on her lips.
Now that was a hell for me, all I wanted to do was to rip her
clothes off, throw her on the bed and fuck her until my balls
dry up and turn to dust. But I had to hold off; I had greater
plans for us, besides I wasn't looking for a girlfriend.
I wanted a pet.

Sarah did have that so obvious submissive behaviour, I
realized at some point in time it was this that initially
attracted me to her. It wasn't her looks or wits, it was that
indescribable something every predator feels for its
prey. She was a victim, a submissive creature frightened
of the world because she missed a guiding hand a someone
to obey.

As days went by, we became closer to each-other and she never
made a move or questioned why I don't take it any further
even though she was more then willing. She was content with
what I was giving her and left the deciding to me.

Soon the time came for her education to begin, but being
a careful player I had to ensure odds are in my favour.
Couple of weeks later Sarah got evicted from her house together
with the whole lot of her roommates, all thanks to someone
anonymously tipping off the landlord that there were suspicious
things happening in his house. It had something to do with
drugs and sex but honestly I can't remember what exactly
it was that prompted such an action.

All other girls managed to find something in a hurry, but
Sarah had a problem, she didn't have any friends or
family to turn to. There was just me, and not to my surprise
I got a call I was expecting for some time then.

I took her home and gave her a spare room and made her happy.



Unfortunately I live quite far from Brighton so she had
to give up her job because travelling would take the most
of her day. I was more then happy to pay for her train ticket to
school and now she didn't need to pay rent so it was all
right.

Controlling people and domination takes much more planning
and precision then anyone can imagine. Sarah's moving
to my house was carefully timed so when I suggested that
she should switch schools and go for distance learning
she accepted it under pretext that we'll have much
more time to spend together.

Distance learning is not a cheap sport and I gladly paid
for that as well, which left her completely dependant on
me. She spent all her money and only option she had would
be to forget her studies and go back to her adoptive mother
and maybe find a job in her mom's factory, and that wasn't
an option for her.

I finally got my leverage, my insurance that my plan is going
to succeed. I looked for a woman like Sarah for years now
and I just couldn't afford to loose her for any reason.
It was the right time to start turning her into my pet.

I had to orchestrate something different, kind of a shock
to wake her up from her dreamy state and point her in the right
direction. That night I waited for her to go to sleep and
sometime after midnight I just entered her room, threw
off her blanket, waking her up in the process. She looked
scared and confused but I wasn't going to stop nor answer
any questions. I was going to take what belongs to me.

I ripped off her silk pyjamas open, tearing off her panties,
exposing an overgrown bush of black hair and her perfect
breast. I stopped for a moment to admire my newest possession,
my new toy. She looked exquisite, perfectly shaped and
rounded in just the right places.

Pointy breast with pink areolas and firmness that defies
gravity, soft milky skin, perfect long legs and beautiful,
firm heart shaped arse. She was a perfection incarnate, not a mole, a
blemish or a scar anywhere. Her body was naturally resistant
to cellulite and she looked good enough to eat... but that
had to wait, now I was going to take what is mine.

I entered her forcefully, raping her, not caring about
her cries, I wanted it to be quickly over and I didn't
want her to orgasm. I had to break her as one would
break a wild horse. She had to realize her place in the grand
scheme of things.

I did enjoy that first encounter, she screamed at first
and then just grunted and cried, and then before I came,
I pulled my cock out and while jacking off , came all over
her face and hair. I saved myself for that. I didn't masturbate
for two weeks, my balls were aching for the last four days.
When I finally came it was as If my sperm flowed from my belly,
I felt weak as spurt after spurt of hot sperm landed on her
face.

After what looked like eternity, I started to soften and
I smeared splattered sperm over her face, lips and eyes
full of tears. Then I was done, I got dressed and left her
room straight into the study room. I had pretty much whole
house bugged with infrared cameras so I just sat there,
monitoring what my pet was doing.

She rubbed my sperm of her eyes and just kept on crying in
a fetal position. It was almost morning when she finally
fell asleep. I took a short nap and woke up early the next
morning. I checked the monitors and saw that she was still asleep
in the same position I left her. I thought of it as a good
sign, I had plenty of important things to do.

I rummaged through her things, throwing most of her clothes
in big garbage bags, striping Sarah of her identity. I was
still going to keep her name, after all Sarah is beautiful
name for a beautiful pet.

I knew she would be waking up soon; I went to the kitchen downstairs,
poured a cup of hot coffee, and started reading yesterdays
papers. After about an hour I heard footsteps behind me,
my pet was coming down to confront her new master. It was
the moment of truth.

I had everything riding on this moment, all the eggs in one
basked, I knew what I did last night would be called a rape
in any court of law and I'd be fucked. On the other hand I could
prove Sarah was my girlfriend, staying with me and my name
was written on the bill from the Open University she attended.
I knew I could get away with it. I was sure Sarah knew it too;
after all she was a very smart girl.

Sarah silently came down the stairs with traces of a sleepless
night and tears on her face. Her beautiful eyes looked at
me as a frightened animal would. Slightly shivering, she
slowly walked to the kitchen and stopped after just passing
the entrance.

She stood there speechless looking at me, not knowing what
to expect and not daring to speak. I offered her some coffee
and toast and I'm sure she heard the commanding tone
of my voice. It was all new for her, in one brief moment everything
changed, I transformed to someone different and she feared
me.

That was a good start, I thought, silently enjoying my first
victory and savouring the fact that I was right all this
time. Sarah had a deep set submissive nature that started
to surface just about the time I first saw her. She needed
a shock, something that would awaken her darkest dreams
and emotions and eventually evolve her into something
I love.

I wanted to be brutally honest and plainly tell her what
I had in store for her. Mind games are my favourite kind of
games. I imagined myself as a big fat cat, playing with a
tiny, frightened mouse seemingly letting it escape just
to crush it the very next moment with my strong sharp teeth.



I was going to give Sarah a choice. Of course that choice
would prove to be no choice at all but she had to realize come
to that herself. She had to understand her place and that
she depends on me but I had to guide her thoughts to the natural
conclusion.

As I spoke to her for the first time that day she shivered
slightly closing her eyes as if I would hit her. I told her
that I don't want her as a girlfriend. I wanted her to
be my pet. I stressed that it is ultimately her choice; she
can be my pet whom I shall train, control reward and punish
as I see fit. I would take care of all her needs but she would
become my full and unconditional property just as a bike
or a car. She would be loved and cared for as people do with
their pets and she would have a chance to make me happy by
serving me and obeying my every command.

Alternatively she could get her stuff and leave me and continue
her life without ever seeing or hearing from me again. I
told her I was going out and when I got back I expected to be
greeted by either my loving pet or an empty house. Whichever
decision she makes it is going to be a final one and there will
be no more chances to change her mind ever.

I rolled my newspapers, took my bag, a slice of bread and
left the house, seeing in the process a stream of tears coming
out of Sarah's eyes. She took that blow without a word,
just silently looked at me, crying. I'm sure her hart
was breaking and though I was moved by her plight, that
was the only way it could be. I wowed to mend that heart later
when it will beat just for me, her master.

I got into my car and drove just about two miles from my house.
I parked there and walked across the field to my already
prepared observation point in a bush. I wasn't going
to let anything unplanned happen, however unlikely. I
sat there in a bush with my bird watcher's gear, food
and drinks. It was going to be a long wait, but it was worth
it.

I've seen whole drama happen in my house when I reviewed
the tapes from my hidden cameras and story unfolded just
as I planned. As soon as I left Sarah broke into the uncontrollable
sob. She fell down to the kitchen floor, where she just cried
for about an hour. She then slowly stood up and went upstairs,
started packing her things looking for something to wear
but it was all empty. She had only a thing or two left, I've
thrown out everything else she owned. She sat on a bed, lost
in her thoughts then ran all around the house looking for her
things or probably something else to wear.

She sat in a living room, picked a phone and dialled a number,
listened for a while and then hung up without saying a word.
Sarah broke down again and started crying again. She did
that two or three more times, each time showing less and
less enthusiasm until she finally fell asleep on a living room floor in
a kneeling
position with her upper body resting on a couch.

A thought occurred to me when I was watching the video that
night how human pets behave similar to animals when you
first bring them home.

I got back home around eight that evening and found my pet
sleeping on a couch and what a lovely sight it was. I took
her in my arms without a protest and carried her upstairs
to her room where I laid her down on the bed and covered her
with a quilt.

I took a long relaxing shower and went to my study to review
my tapes and plan for tomorrow, it was going to be an exciting
new day.

I can tell you from personal experience that having a human pet
is a fantastic feeling. I tried many things in my life, I
tried having slave girls and subs but there is no more satisfactory
feeling then to completely own a pet. I guess by now I could
write a book on a subject of difference between slaves
and pets. With slaves you still acknowledge their humanity
while pets are your full, complete and undeniable property.

The morning was bright and I felt good despite the lack of
rest that comes from falling asleep in my chair. I guess
people get that way when they get a new toy they can't
wait to play with, or a brand new pet in my case.

I checked my monitors to make sure she still slept, took
a shower and prepared our breakfast whilst humming some
mindless tune. Sky news promised a good weather everywhere
but Scotland as usual as I started to eat. Lurking in a bush
for the whole day sure makes you hungry. That day I remembered
to make a feast of my breakfast or maybe it was just my perception
because I was in such a good mood.

Just like yesterday, Sarah came down the stairs lightly
tapping her bare feed on a soft carpet and stood at the kitchen
entrance, I showed her a chair and she came in, sat down and
started nibbling at the full English breakfast I pushed
in front of her. She could see I was in a good mood and I could
see she was just bursting to say something, waiting for
the appropriate moment.

Little red devil in my head really enjoyed her looking awkwardly
uncomfortable. I stared at her for some more time and then
I burst into laughter. When my laughter died down, she looked
a bit confused and relaxed at the same time. I told her to
spit out the frog and she overwhelmed me with her questions,
thoughts and accusations. I pretended to listen for
a while and then I smacked the table with my open fist making a
sharp noise.

Now hand of an eighteen stone man's fist colliding with
a wooden table sounds quite frightening especially in
the eyes of a frightened young girl. She stopped in a mid-
sentence and covered her face as if I was going to hit her.
See I am not one of those guys that have to beat their pets
into submission I prefer psychology. But then she didn't
know that.

I told her she can ask me three questions until I grant her
more of what I called a "question allowance".
That was a perfect little thing for seemingly bartering
with your little pets. When they are good they get a
bone, pat on a head or one question in their question allowance.
Smart pets learn how to save their questions for something
that matters. That little scheme works for me much better
then "don't speak until spoken to" stereotype.
It engages the submissives, ultimately giving up what every
control-freak wants ... control.

Sarah was an exquisite looking pet with a substance. She
took her time formulating her questions in a way that would
give her a real value in my answers. First question was very
predictable and I already had an answer prepared for to
it. She asked me a simple "why?" and I saw her
visibly shake when I told her "because I can".
Shortly after that she asked me "will you ever let
me go"? That was fair enough question for which I thought
"no" is a fair enough answer as I told her.

She didn't seem surprised, I guess she was expecting
that and asked it just to confirm her fears, but the third
question took me completely off guard. If I didn't have
so much self control I would have choked. She asked me "do
you love me"? I was so surprised and unprepared I just
kept staring at her.

Bright little mynx I thought, I was glad to see all that money
I paid for her studies didn't go to waste. I was supposed
now to realize that I love her and slowly but surely release
my control to this manipulative little skunk. First I got
chilled to the bone then worked up and then almost exploded
in anger.

I cooled down quickly and told her that love must be deserved after
which I left the table and locked myself in my study. For
many times I reminded myself that domination is a mind game
two can play. I underestimated Sarah, a little oversight
I had to correct.

That night I got into her room and she expected me. She didn't
say anything and didn't protest as I violated her once
more. She was just silently crying. I broke her body but
there was still some spirit to break.

Next morning came quickly, when I woke up it was already
ten. I took a long shower and feeling refreshed I got downstairs.
I saw my pet sitting at the table nibbling biscuits and sipping
black tea. That reminded me, I had no milk and my fridge was
getting empty.

I don't eat often at home so I don't keep a full stock
of food. I had to change that soon. I reminded myself to order
bunch of stuff from Tesco's online store, after all
it is just five pounds for them to deliver and I don't
have to mingle in a crowd of pregnant women, old geezers
and screaming little bastards.

But first I got a wicked idea. I came close to Sarah and undid
my bathrobe. I guided her head towards my growing erection
while looking at the increasing fear in her eyes. She tried
to protest but as she opened her mouth I just forced myself
inside and started lazily pumping. She stood passive while
I fucked my cock in and out of her mouth. Boy that was the lousiest
blow job ever. She didn't know what to do. What a stupid
former boyfriend did she have? He could have at least trained
her how to suck cock. As it turns out Sarah had a great phobia
of oral sex both giving and receiving, another thing to
thank for Catholic Church.

I knew I had to change this soon but first I had to finish my
little undertaking. I figured if she won't cooperate,
I'll have to do everything myself so I started pushing
harder, entering her throat, gagging her in a process.
She started crying and sniffling around my dick which was
quite a turn on and I felt a big orgasm coming.

Just before I came I pulled out of her mouth, grabbed cock
in my hand and pumped it until orgasm into her cup of tea.
After I milked out the last drop I tied my bathrobe took a
teaspoon and stirred her tea. She looked at me with fear
in her eyes as I sat at the table opposite to her and poured
some fresh coffee for myself.

She sat there crying, sipping her spermy tea till the
last drop. I even thought of not to buying any milk
ever again.

As she finished her tea, I took my bits and got ready to go
out.
I had to meet with some friends and take care of finances.
My shares with Datek were kicking arse but one can't
eat his assets. On a way back home I stopped at several sex
stores, Boots and Debenhams. I got me some really nice toys,
lingerie and most importantly a razor, shaving foam and
depilation cream. I do appreciate the natural look but I just
love freshly shaven pussy and I had intention of eating
some that night.

I got home late that night. I met some of my buddies on the
way and as things go, one thing led to another and we ended
up bowling, drinking and having fun. Half way through we
joined a group of girls and had some more laughs. Some got
quite drunk so it was quite an interesting evening. One
of my buddies was eying very cute blonde with big breasts
that introduced herself as Tiff. He and I got into a discussion
about beautiful women and how untouchable they are. Discussion
got more heated as other guys and girls joined in.

I got pissed of, stood up and approached Tiff. In front of
everyone I said "let's settle this once and for
all" everyone turned silent looking at me what was
I to do next. I pulled out my wallet and started counting
two piles of five hundred pounds. I said "Tiff, I'll
give you five hundred to suck me off and I'll give you
a thousand pounds to let me fuck your arse" she turned
bright red and everyone inhaled loudly at my bold and
insulting statement. Silence was unbearable. Tiff stood
there for the longest time looking at me, her friends and
a pile of money.

She reached across, pocketed the whole grand and gave me
a knowing look, we were in business. I smiled mischievously,
took her hand and we left as everyone stared at us speechless.

As I entered my house I invited Tiff to get into the living
room, I didn't have much time for idle chatter, after
all that arse cost me a thousand pounds and by god I was going
to fuck it hard.

I went upstairs, woke Sarah and told her to come to the living
room. She expected to be fucked again but nothing could
prepare her for what she saw. When she saw another girl,
beautiful blonde bomb-shell she thought I was going to
force her into lesbian sex. I smiled and told her all she
has to do is hold a video camera while I fuck Tiff's juicy
arse. Poor Sarah, stirred up from her sleep brought down
to film a home porn video and she was shaking.

Tiff looked at me with questioning eyes and I told her if
I am to pay a thousand pounds for a piece of arse, I should
have a memory of the moment. I told her to strip and get on
all fours. I guess all until now she thought I was joking
about it. She swallowed deeply and started to slowly undress.
Once undressed she came over to me to help me undress when
I told her that I don't want to have sex and just wanted
to fuck her arse.

Tiff almost choked at that. Slowly she kneeled on my carpet,
crushing her big breast on floor and lifting her arse high
and ready. I went into my shopping bags and took out some
water based anal lube and small vibrator with clitoral
stimulator.

I oiled up the vibrator and unceremoniously inserted it
in Tiff's shaved pussy. I adjusted it so it rubs against
clitoris and turned it to the max. She started moaning almost
immediately. I used that time to put on a condom and lube
it up properly. I hate having shit on my dick after unprepared
arse fucking.

I inserted a nozzle in her anal opening and squeezed generous
portions of lubricant inside. She shook and yelped a little
when I did that, I guess she didn't like to feel cold
in her arse. I was going to change that soon. I came behind
her and pushed hard. Tip of my dick entered her arsehole
and I started pushing hard. I didn't give a shit if hurt
I was going to fuck that pretty thousand pounds worth piece
of arse like a fucking whore she was.

When I embedded my cock deep in her arse I started moving
in and out slowly, I wanted it to last, savouring the pain
and discomfort I caused. I could always control my orgasms
and last for as long as I could physically stand and I didn't
lack stamina.

I guess some guys have large dicks, and some can fuck forever.
I'm not one of those 9'' guys, it never bothered
me and I never heard anyone complain. Over time I trained
myself to be able to control my orgasms and I really enjoy
fucking for hours until my partners can't take it anymore.
I guess always liked to keep my customers satisfied, especially
as being a control freak as I am I really enjoy making women
orgasm, it is kind of fetish of mine, the ultimate control
and surrender when you keep fucking her and she keeps cumming
and there is fuck all she can do about it.

As I was fucking Tiff I looked at Sarah who was filming the
whole experience. She became mesmerized by the action
in front of her. Seeing her master fuck such a willing bitch
with such vigour and gusto, made her a little hot but she
didn't want to show it to anyone as it made her embarrassed.
She would carefully squeeze her legs from time to time so
I wouldn't notice, which made me even more horny.

Buying Tiff gave me great idea. I didn't really need
someone with camera filming the event. All rooms were more
then sufficiently bugged so I'll get more then satisfactory
result from my tape recorders anyway. I wanted to remind
Sarah that I can fuck a sexy babe whenever I want to and yet
I chose her to be my pet. I was sure the point was well taken when
I saw a jealous look on her face as Tiff screamed in her first
orgasm. Tiff was a screamer and scream she did. She must
have come dozen times in about two hour of arse pounding
at different speed. She was dripping her pussy juices and
lubricant squeezed from her arse on my carpet.

Here I had this busty babe screaming and shaking under me
and I could think only of my carpet. Fuck, here goes my little
secret of how to stay hard for hours. I started feeling tired
and my knees were killing me. I increased the tempo and soon
I was spilling my hot semen in her waiting arse.

As I pulled out of Tiff with loud popping noise, I got dressed,
complimented her on a very nice arse and escorted her to
the door. I gave her the vibrator as a souvenir and took her
phone number for my buddy that I'm sure wouldn't
mind getting a piece of her now that I opened her up. Another
few hundred quid and another hooker was made I just love
my job. I gave her a call some months later and hired her for
a photo-shoot.

I was knackered; I needed to get some sleep. I took a quick
shower and I was sleeping before my body hit the bed. I was
dreaming of my beautiful little pet and our future together.
I intended to make my dreams come true.

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