Sir

I watch her from the door. She's so focused on her case she doesn't even know that I'm there, watching her. She looks so perfect, bent slightly over the body, staring at it, trying to figure out what went wrong. I walk up to her and lean in close. “Tonight. Nine. My place. Wear your collar and nothing else.” She almost melts at my order.

It's been a bad week and I need something to make me feel better. Something that she's going to be providing. She's so good at it, so amazing. I love her for it, I love the way that she's so responsive, so willing, so eager, so perfect.

Even from the very first time. I had told her to come over for dinner and she beat me back to my place, I had to stop for groceries. I walked in, looking for her to find the door off the hall to be open. I told Jack that he could stop by and borrow a few things for his new toy, and I was ready to call him up and tell him not to leave that door open ever again.

But I could see just the faintest outline of her body standing in the doorframe. She had found it. She had seen the open door and walked in. I stood there for a moment, trying to decide how to explain it away when my body answered the question for me. I walked over to the door and closed it behind me, locking us in there. “Now you get to pay the penalty for snooping.”

My voice slid into the silky growl that it becomes when I'm in this room. She turned and looks at me. “Very funny master.” There's almost distaste with the word. “I don't get turned on by sex games.” I ripped her shirt open and grabbed her through her bra.

“Your tits seem to disagree.” I told her, pulling her bra off of her and leading her to the wall. I chained her in, pulling her pants off of her before clasping her ankles in. There's a look of faint confusion in her eyes. I'm a totally different man in here, I'm hard and demanding, and nothing like I am outside of here.

“Your safe word is liberty, use it and everything is over. Until you say it, I decide everything and in this room, you call me ‘Sir’. From this moment until you walk out that door, you are my slut. Clear?” I drew a small flog across her, waiting for her answer. I bring it down just hard enough to sting. “I asked you a question slut, answer me.”

I could see her weighing the options in her head. She didn't know what to pick, whether or not to get out now before things got out of hand. I kept caressing her with the leather. “Yes sir.” She finally said and I smiled, slightly, knowing there was just a tinge of malice in my look.

“Good. Now just so that you understand completely, you are allowed to beg all you want, not that it will sway me in the least. However, if you entertain me enough with your pleas, I might let you come as a reward. If you are not restrained you are not allowed to touch yourself unless I tell you to do so.” I circled her, caressing her, before letting the leather bite down against her again. “Outside of this room nothing changes, this never happened outside of this room.”

I stood there, waiting for her answer. “Yes sir” She replied, and I walked over to the wall behind her. I eyed my choices, trying to figure out what was best before grabbing what I wanted. I tweaked one nipple up to a hard point before sliding the clip onto it. She moaned, even louder as I repeat it on the other side. The chain slid easily into place and I attached the weight, sending it swinging with a flick of my finger.

She gasped at the sensation before moaning. Part pleasure, part pain. I turned and pulled a mask off the wall, securing it around her head, stopping her from seeing anything, knowing what was going on. I pulled back, leaving her there, wondering what's going to happen next. The anticipation is half the fun.

I caressed her, tracing the soft leather across her again and again, listening to her soft sighs. “Garret, what are you doing.” I chuckle slightly. She just broke two rules. One, she didn't call me Sir, and two; she dared to question my judgment. She'll learn fast. She'll learn very fast.

The flog whips out and catches her, right across the tops of her breasts. I work it down, never hard enough to hurt, but always hard enough to sting. Finally, I reach out, and slide one finger in between the dripping lips, stroking that small bundle of nerves. She gasped and thrust forward against my hand. I grinned and let the flogger catch the same area.

She stood there for a minute, shocked, unable to comprehend and as soon as the shock started to fade, I repeated the motion, a firm upward flick. “Yes...please...more.” The words were gasped out and I chuckle. She does learn fast. So responsive, so eager.

“I thought you might enjoy this, slut. I've been looking for a new pet and I think I just found one.” I alternate the flog with a gentle stroke to the bundle of nerves, leaving her moaning and writhing before I finally step back away. “So responsive. You learn very quickly, don't you pet?”

“Please sir, touch me.” I grin. She's exactly what I've been looking for. I barely broached the subject with Rene. She was the one that had wanted to handcuff me to the bed, I wouldn't dare let her in here with all the things to be used. And Marissa, well, she was an amazing pet, but unfortunately, her real life had sent her across the country, leaving me without a pet. Until now.

“Very nicely done pet. As a reward, you can have a treat.” I undo the chains that hold her to the wall and lead her somewhat forcefully to the chair on one side of the room. I lock her ankles in first, shoving her down as far as she will go before buckling her the rest of the way in, leaving her spread and unable to move.

I left her there while I went to look for something else for the fun. I took my time making my choice, leaving her there, writhing with anticipation and need. I finally come back and slowly work the toy into her. She groans as she's spread by the huge toy, and I buckle it into place. I don't want it to slip out during the fun.

I grin as I turn it on and she moans in pleasure. I shoved a scarf roughly into her hand. “This is your new safe signal slut, because I intend to keep your mouth very busy. Drop it and the scene ends. Understand?” I look down at her and there's something in her eyes. Trust.

“Yes sir.” She said. I watched the way her eyes trail down to my crotch, where I'm straining against my jeans. I chuckled at the way that she licked her lips in anticipation.

“Hungry slut?” I ask as I undo my pants. Her breath is coming in short pants, she's being driven insane and things have only just begun. She nodded, unable to speak. “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“Please sir, can I taste your cock?” She's so different now, so unlike the woman that I know outside of this room. She's changed. She's no longer the take charge, devil may care woman that I knew her to be. She's here, unable to move, begging for me. The thought that I was the one that brought about this change almost makes me cum in my pants.

Instead, I free myself from the confining denim and watch the way her eyes grow wide at the sight of me. I never thought of myself as that much above average, but most of the women who I've had seemed to think so. I stroked myself, watching her, watching the way that she watched me. I watched the way her head strained up, trying to take me. “Please sir, may I have a taste?”

I move forward, slowly. I don't want to rush things and have things be over for me. The way that she's begging for me, without any former training. She was just too perfect at this, she was the perfect pet. She licks the single drop of liquid that's oozed out off my tip and begs for more. I oblige, slowly letting just the very tip pass through her lips.

I can see her straining; she wants to take all of me into her mouth. She wants this. I've made her want me. But I take my time, slowly working my way inside of her, down her throat. She swallows around me, sucking me, fucking me with her mouth. I alternate the vibrations, working them up and down the scale, enjoying the feeling of her moaning around me.

I groaned as I let her work on me, adding in more of the features of the toy, one by one, until it was working to it's full potential, gently shocking her, vibrating, twisting, turning, driving her insane. She was moaning around me and I knew I couldn't last much longer. I thrust deep inside her throat, exploding. She keeps sucking, trying to keep me inside of her and I grin a grin that I know she can't see, hitting her hard with the flogger to get her to release me as she gasps.

I flog her gently, watching the way that she writhes and moans, so close to the edge. I know that she needs just something to push her over. Just a little something more. I reach out with one hand and give the chain that's between her nipple clips a sharp tug. She groans and I repeat the motion, quickly, listening to each gasp and moan.

Finally, I pull them off of her, roughly and that's what it finally takes. She screamed and thrust against the air, her hips bucking as far as they could in the posistion that she was in. It's enough for the blood to start flowing south again, but I know that she'll never be able to handle more, not if this is her first time. I turn off the toy, and unbuckle her, carrying her to the bed in the corner, laying her down and wrapping her tightly in a fleece blanket, enjoying the way that she trembled from the intensity of it all.

“It's merely your body reacting, pet.” I tell her as she tries to fight the trembling. “It'll pass in a few minutes.” She nodded weakly, and I sit there, stroking her hair, holding her close. “You're so amazingly responsive, pet. So talented and trusting, I'm very pleased.”

I just sat there, with her curled up in my lap, stroking her, waiting for her body to return to normal. Eventually the trembling faded away, and I got up, pulling the soft piece of leather off the wall. I showed it to her and she looked up at me, almost in awe.

I was used to the emotional responses. I was used to tears and shock and strong emotion, it came with the play. She lifted her head, allowing me to slip the collar around her neck and fasten it. That was it, she was officially my pet. She knelt at my feet, already knowing what to do. I was amazed that she had never done this before. She just fell into the role so easily.

I wrapped her tightly in a robe and led her back out to my living room, grabbing a bottle and two tumblers, pouring us each a glass. She sat down next to me, and I pulled her close, letting her lay across me. She snuggled close to me, curled against me. “Sir?” She asked and I grinned.

“It's Garret outside of the room.” I told her. My voice was no longer the silky growl, I was no longer in charge, we were equals again. She was no longer mine, no longer Pet. We were back to Garret and Jordan.

“How long have you been doing this?” She asked me and I took a long gulp, feeling the faint smile play across me.

“Since college. Shocked?”

She shook her head. “Not really, you've always been a 'take charge' kinda guy.” She looked up at me with a laughing light in her eyes. “So does this mean you'll be putting me on a leash? I promise Pet will not chew through it.” The memory of the comment drifted briefly through my mind, but the only thing I could think of was the thought of her on a leash.

I took a deep breath and a long gulp of scotch, willing the blood away. “Do you have any idea how hard it made me when you said that?” I ask her with a grin and watch the faint tremor that runs through her. I have complete control over her.

“Will we have straight sex too?” It was funny, if you had asked me at nine that morning what I was planning on doing that evening, I would have told you a nice quiet evening alone. If you had told me that I would have been showing my best friend my 'hobby' I would have laughed at you. If you had told me that that same best friend would be asking me to screw her, I would have told you that you were crazy and you needed to check yourself into Summit View.

“I sincerely hope so.” I told her though; she was far too beautiful to pass up. I had always avoided thinking of her in that way because neither of us would ever be single at the same time, it was easier not to think of her that way. But here we both were, both of us, without someone to love, and her asking me.

She leaned in and kissed me. I allowed the kiss to go on, but pulled back as she started to climb further into my lap. “Not tonight. You're going to be exhausted soon, what you need is sleep.” I laughed at the slight pout that crossed her face, but carried her to the bed anyway, pulling her close to me, spooning against her, holding her possessively in my arms.