The Love of Ownership

Krys It was Monday evening and we were cuddled on the couch, Amara's head pressed against my chest. I kissed her temple softly as we watched the movie. It was an old superhero flick, but we weren’t really paying attention to it anyway, we were more focused on each other than on the film. She smiled up at me and rubbed her head against my chest. This was one of the reasons I had decided to make her my pet rather than my slave. She looked much better curled up in my lap, I couldn't imagine a better place for her. As the movie wound down, I found that I was tired from a long day at work, but my pet was still bubbly. I knew that I could tell her I was tired and she would come to bed with me and read until she felt tired, but I hated doing that to her, so I decided I would see what kind of reactions I could entice out of her. I slipped my fingers down the side of her body, stroking the parts of her hips that caused them to involuntarily buck when stroked. She moaned in surprise as I began to tease her, my legs wrapping around hers, pinning her to my body. My other hand came up and began teasing her naked breast. She had taken off the nightly that she was wearing mid way through the movie, claiming that it was too hot. I knew her actual reason at the time was trying to entice my into pleasuring her, as I had already felt her grind against my shaft several times previously during the movie. I had decided to not indulge her at the time, but now she was going to get all the indulgence she could handle. Twisting her nipple slightly, I ran my hand across her stomach, my finger teasing her bellybutton before working my way into her nether regions. I let my finger rest on her clit as I pulled gently on her nipple, soliciting a moan from her. I kissed along her neck, letting my hand rest on her mound, slowly feeling her begin to heat up. I wondered how long I could go before she got demanding, then I smiled at the thought. Even if she got demanding, it would only mean that I would stop, punish her, then possibly leave her without orgasm all together. I felt her hips grind against mine as her honey pot began to overflow. I knew it was going to get very difficult for her soon, and I wanted her to ride the edge as long as possible, so I bit into her neck, causing her to loose another moan. Pleasuring her was fun for me, so I continued to play with her most sensitive parts, massaging and squeezing her breasts, twisting and pulling on her nipples, stroking her soft skin suggestively. She was moaning constantly now, her breath hitching every time my fingers grazed her now rock hard nipples. I whispered into her ear "What's wrong my pet?" She moaned a few times as she attempted to clear her head long enough to return a cohesive answer. "I... I need you inside me..." I knew she wanted my member, but I decided to have some more fun, "Alright, pet." I began to stroke her clit with my fingers, dipping into her pussy every few strokes. "Ahhh, Master!" her voice was music to my ears as I thrust my fingers deeper, "Ohhh... no..." as she said no, I decided to tease her more. "No?" I slip my fingers from her entrance, "but you're so wet," I show her my fingers before slipping them into her mouth. She sucked the juices greedily off my fingers. "No... Master, I need your cock." she whispers softly, hoping I won't punish her for her demands. "My cock? You want me to fuck you?" I grind my hips against her as I ask. "Ohh... yes Master, please..." She was having trouble thinking again. I grinned as I whispered into her ear "Yes what?" She was clearly frustrated so she responded in a lusty voice "Fuck my wet pussy with your hard cock...." I slapped her ass lightly. "That's not how you talk to me." She whimpered as she tried again "Please Master, please fuck my pussy with your beautiful hard cock." "There we go, that wasn't too hard was it?" I slipped my meat inside her, my tip grinding against the top of her core, pressing against her g-spot roughly. Moans filled the air as I begin to fuck her, my hips pounding against her ass as I hold her bouncing breasts. As she gets close to orgasm, she reaches behind her and grabs my hair, which is when I stop. "Nooooo...." her moans are suddenly cut off as she realizes I am no longer pleasuring her. She tries to rock herself, but the hands on her hips prevent her from moving in any pleasurable way. "Uhhhh... Master... please... make me cum..." Her voice was soft and innocent despite the lewd words that her lips formed. I smiled as an idea formed in my mind. "You know you aren’t aloud to cum without my permission, and I've decided, you have to make me cum before I'll entertain the idea of letting you orgasm." She knew the way I had worded the rule that she may not get to cum even if she did get me off. In order to up the stakes, I grab the handcuffs from the end table behind me and cuff her wrists together. She moans at the development and turns around, her soft legs now on either side of my head. I take one of her feet and suck on her big toe, knowing it would drive her crazy and make it hard for her to focus on pleasuring me and not cumming herself. She leaned back, with her hands behind her back, she wouldn't be able to get on her knees to ride me properly, so she planted her hands on the arm of the couch and begins thrusting towards me. The feeling is quite pleasurable as I can watch her breasts shake as she thrusts into me, her engorged clit easily visible above where we were connected. She continued to thrust into me, getting frustrated as she knew that it was much harder to get me off while I was on bottom, so she did something I didn't expect. She pulled off of me and fell to her knees on the floor next to the couch where we were laying. She took my manhood into her mouth and began to pleasure me orally. It was quite effective as she looked up at me, her eyes, that emerald shade that showed when she was horny, looking deep into my mind. Her red hair hanging on either side of her face, framing it in an auburn curtain of beauty. Suddenly she changed her angle and took me completely into her mouth, her soft lips pressing against my pelvis. She swallowed once, her throat squeezing my shaft exquisitely and I came, my hands wrapping in her hair as I hold myself inside her, my cum spurting down her throat. As my climax ended, I let go and she pulled her head back quickly, taking in a few deep breaths before returning to my shaft to clean off anything she hadn't swallowed. Soon she was done cleaning me off, and I spoke, "That was excellent pet, you've been practicing." She nodded as she shook her hands, rattling the chain of the handcuffs to remind me that she was still bound. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her to remove them, my chest sliding across her still hard nipples. Her gasp was my reward as I removed the cuffs and put them away. "Now, about your orgasm." she perked up at the thought and I looked at her with a devious glance before grabbing both of her nipples and shaking them with a light flick of my wrists, as if each was a little whip. This caused the desired effect as her breasts shook violently and the beautiful woman between my legs screamed out her orgasm, the intense combination of pain and pleasure causing her to shake with the force of her orgasm. She collapses against me as she continues to moan, her body experiencing a rather hard cascading orgasm. As the orgasm wears off, she gives me a vicious glare. "You know that’s not what I wanted" her frustration causing her to lose her judgment. She realizes her mistake as my smile grows. "You want something inside you?" Her eyes grow wide as she realizes what her punishment is going to be. "Bring it to me." I say sternly with a cold smile. She nods slowly and goes to the bedroom and returns with what appears to be an inside out strap-on with a very small dildo attached. It was something I had custom made for one of her punishments when she had broken several rules over the course of a day including pleasuring herself without permission and taking off her collar. She now knew that even if I wasn't home, I was always aware of what was happening in my house. The dildo was too small to extract pleasure from, but it was enough to give her the feeling of having something inside her. The strap was a kind of chastity belt. It allowed for her to go to the restroom, but her clit was covered with a thick rubber cover and the dildo would be inside her, preventing any stimulation that way. Her eyes were distant and scared as she handed it to me. As I put in on her I informed her of her punishment. "Since you seem to have forgotten your place, you are to wear the belt for at least the next twenty four hours, during which time you are not to orgasm, obviously, and tomorrow, you will be accompanying me to work, where you will be leashed under my desk for my use at any time. After my shift tomorrow, we will come home and you will preform your daily chores, as well as cook me dinner, all of this must be done before I will take it off. If you do not complete your chores before I go to bed, you will have to wear it the day after. That day, incidentally is Wednesday, which means that I will be going to work early, meaning that I won't be here to take it off until I get home, and Ryan wanted to meet up for dinner, so I may be coming home late as well." Her eyes were a combination of relief that there was an obvious end in sight this time, but fear that it may be two days before it comes off, then who knows how long before I let her cum. Last time I hadn't told her when I would take it off... It was five days of torture for her, something she won't ever forget. I then lead her to the bed, laying her down and climbing in next to her. She knew that because we were still in play, she wouldn't be getting a tender goodnight, but she new I loved her, and was doing this for both of our pleasure. No matter how much she hated doing it, she knew that the orgasm she would experience afterwords would be well worth it.