The Love of Ownership

Dropping her off at the stadium was a surreal experience. Not to long ago, I was in her place, walking into a stadium of people, most of whom I didn't know, to be given a piece of paper I know I had worked for, but wasn't really sure I deserved. She looked even more nervous than I had, trying desperately to sneak in unnoticed, despite her blue graduation gown.

I drove off, hoping to find parking nearby. I knew the lots underneath had parking, but I wasn't about to spend 20$ on it. I drove up a few streets and found some residential parking, making the relatively short trek back, using a shortcut I had learned many years ago when I used to take buses through this area. I entered the area and sat down in one of the upper levels, there weren’t many people up here due to the distance from what was happening, but I had a pair of binoculars, so I wasn't to upset. A few of her friends joined me after a while, and we chatted until the ceremony started. It was the standard fare; long, drawn out speech by the Dean, then shorter, but nonetheless drawn out peaches by other faculty. Finally, they began to award the diplomas. As her name was finally called, Amara looked out into the crowd, looking for me. Because I was in a less inhabited area, she found me quickly and we locked eyes. I mouthed “I love you” to her as she looked at me. I didn't think she would know what I said from that distance, but I could see her flush anyway.

The ceremony ended, and I met her in the reception area behind the stage. I congratulated her and gave her a soft kiss. She smiled at me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Good job, pet” I whispered into her ear as we left the event, her arms wrapped around mine happily.

“Thank you, master.”

I lead her back to the car and began to drive away, not in the direction of home.

“Where are we going, sir?”

I smiled to her, “Pet deserves a reward for her success, doesn't she?”

She nodded in return. She disposed of the graduation gown, in favor of the skirt and blouse she was wearing under it, her collar displayed proudly on her neck, and her most recent addition, a discreet leash bracelet hanging from her right wrist. We drove down to a furniture store.

Once there, we searched through the floor pillow section, Pet's old bed had lost most of its fluff, so I decided to get her a new one. She tried out several different materials and shapes. Each time, she would curl up on the bed and give me the loving submissive look she knew would make me hard. After trying almost every cushion in the store, she picked one out. We bought it on the spot and I put it in the space behind the seats of my truck as we drove to our next location. It was in a neighborhood she wasn't familiar with, so Amara was looking around, trying to figure out where she was, and what we were doing here. I checked the address on my phone one last time before pulling up to a nondescript house with a basement garage. I walked down to the garage and knocked on the aluminum door. Amara followed close behind me, both in fear and because the leash didn't go all that far anyway.

The door opened, and we were greeted by a guy about my age with scruffy black hair. He shook my hand wordlessly then gestured to Amara, “Is this beautiful creature the recipient of your gift?”

I nodded, “Yea, Daniel, this is Amara. Amara, this is Daniel, a good friend of mine.”

She curtsied lightly “It's a pleasure to meet you, Daniel.”

Dan laughed and turned to me, “You've got her trained well.”

“Spare the rod, spoil the pet.” My response was equally joking and serious, and everyone knew it. Amara shivered at the thought of the spankings she had received in punishment for different misgivings. “But today is her special day, no need for a rod.”

Daniel smiled again. “Well they are ready, so if she'd like to see them.”

“That's why we're slumming it down here, Dan.”

“Hey, I like it here in my 'slum,' thank you.” The house had been in Daniel’s family for many years, despite being in the less nice neighborhood, so he was partial to it, even if he knew it sucked. He led me and Amara deeper into the garage, where a solid wooden box sat on the workbench. “This is it.”

Amara looked to me for permission to open the box. I responded with a soft kiss on her forehead and a nod. She turned to the box and lifted the lid slowly, to find a cat ear headband and a matching handspun wooden plug tail. She had wanted a set for a while, but I wasn't willing to get her a cheep set, and the nice ones were really expensive, so I had saved some money and purchased a handmade one from a local artist, and friend.

“Thank you, sir” She turned to me and hugged me close.

“Would you like to try it on?” Daniel offers to me, pointing to a small bathroom in the corner of the garage.

“Absolutely.” I lead her into the bathroom, closed the door, bent her over the sing, and pulled up her skirt, exposing her naked pussy. I slid a finger along her slit, eliciting a moan before I pushed past her lips and into her tight pussy. She gasped loudly as she grabbed hold of the sink.

I lean in close to her ear and whisper lightly “You don't want Daniel to know how much of a slut you are, do you?” Amara stiffens as she silences her moans. “That's right pet. I'm going to make you cum right here, and there's nothing you can do about it.”

She whimpered a reply before I continued thrusting my fingers into her slit. Slowly lubing my fingers, I begin to rub them against her ass. As she becomes more wet I slowly slide a finger in, stretching her ass.

A moan escapes her lips as a second finger fills her ass. Then, without warning, I slid my fingers out of her ass, and replace it with my cock, causing her to gasp as I fucked her. She stayed quiet as I violated her ass, hoping that Daniel couldn't hear her hips hitting the sink on every thrust. She stiffened again as she felt my shaft pulse, a telltale sign I was about to cum. She whimpered softly as my cum filled her ass.

When I had finished releasing my load into her ass, I pulled out, quickly replacing my cock with the plug, preventing the hot cum in her ass from dripping out. I cleaned myself up and kissed my pet on the cheek. “How does the plug feel?”

She shivered against me, replying softly “Just right, Master.”

Perfect.” I lead her back out, and Daniel turned away from whatever he was working on and asked what took us so long. Pet flushed as she realized that he knew, but I stayed straight faced as I gave a 'too tight' excuse, before thanking him and taking my pet home.