1. Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start


    Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Interracial, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    pleasure I have never experienced out of me and backed up a bit. No one saw my naughty indiscretion, no one knew of my sinful submission. Rattled, I quickly sat back down and looked up to see Rosie putting the candy cane with my juices on it into her mouth. Her smile broadened as the man who had just had work done came to the desk to pay. Rosie stared at me a bit longer, the candy cane staying in her mouth, before she turned and walked into the open door. I quickly tried to recover as I dealt with the male customer. My face flushed, I feared he could read the weakness all over my face. Yet he paid the bill and left, oblivious to my inner turmoil. The next forty-five minutes were pure torture. My head spun around and around, my thoughts a muddled mess. My pussy was still afire, begging for attention, all my recent fantasies having come to a head. Yet, I had an overwhelming guilt for allowing this black woman to treat me like a slut. The two contrasting feelings kept colliding with each other, creating a whirlwind of confusion. One minute I wanted to go to the washroom and get myself off, the next moment I wanted to rewind the clock an hour and never have this have happened. Yet, the longer I waited for the inevitable moment when she returned to my desk, the more I longed to be her pet...having time to consider the probable implications of being a pet. The guilt at potentially betraying my boyfriend Dave was countered by my growing desire to submit to someone and feel the ...
    thrill I had only felt while masturbating to naughty lesbian fantasies and reading similar stories. Still bewildered at my feelings and mystified by the confident black woman, I twitched with uncontrollable nervousness when she walked through the door and returned to my desk. I handed her a copy of the bill, my hand shaking with trepidation, eagerly waiting for her next words. She handed me her credit card, still not saying a word. The silence was killing me. A mixture of disappointment and relief filled me as I began to accept this was nothing more than a simple blip in the normality of my life. As I tried to deal with what was clearly more disappointment than relief, I returned her credit card. She took it and held onto my hand. Her seductive confident smile was back. With her free hand, she handed me a card and said in a voice so dripping in sexual implications I felt a gush in my panties, “I expect you at the following address tonight at 6:00. Is that understood?” I stammered, her voice getting me wet, her eyes hypnotizing me and her hands warming my whole body, “U-u-um I-I-I, don’t know. I have plans with my boyfriend.” She let go of my hand, her smile still there, but her tone shifting to one of authority, “Break them. I know and you know you want to.” Before I could respond, she turned and walked away. Once at the door, she turned and looked at me one last time, “Don’t disappoint me, my pet to be.” Then she was gone. Her offer, her order, lingered there in the air, me ...
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