1. I Am Pet


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Milik_the_Red, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    There is only darkness. I am immersed in it, surrounded by a deep and enveloping blackness that is unbroken by even the slightest sliver of light. I can hear no sounds, not that I expect to. Our basement Sanctum is completely soundproofed. Master has ensured that no one on the outside would ever be able to hear my screams. ‘Silent! I need to be silent.’ I remind myself as thoughts both fearful and erotic flash through my mind. I want desperately for my fear to escape through my whimpers, but I know He would only consider this to be a weakness. That is the one thing I will never allow. So, I make no sound at all, save for my breath. This, too, I try to control. In this, at least, my efforts fail, and my breath comes deeper and more frantic as the moments continue to pass. Soon, my toes grow numb as the unrelenting cold of the basement floor begins to suck the warmth from my feet. I am unsure of how long I've been down here. Not long in minutes perhaps, but long enough for my heart to race, and for my fear to rise in my belly. Despite this, and my natural urge to flee, I remain, unmoving, in the center my circle. At least I desperately hope that is where I am. Considering Master’s mood, failing to follow even such a simple command would be… painful. I am terribly afraid, but beyond my fear is a growing excitement. It is bubbling quietly in my blood for the moment, but I know it will soon be boiling hotly in my veins. I am like an addict, and my craving for what is to come, ...
    holds me in place despite my terror. It is then I feel the first trickle of moisture form in my cunt. 'My Master's cunt,' I remind myself. As always, I am shocked that my body might react this way to what will soon happen to me. It is there though, hot and wet, and I almost whimper at this undeniable sign of my need. ‘Oh, my god, I’m such a fucking slut!’ Those words exist only in my mind. Forbidden to speak, I remain silent, moving not a muscle as I wait for Him, and for my punishment. ‘I am Pet. This is who I am.' I had another name once, a name like other girls have. It was a name given to me by a mother who didn’t love me, and another inherited from a father who loved alcohol more than he loved his own daughter. It was a real name, but it had no real meaning, not to me anyway. Now, I am Pet. It is beautiful in its simplicity and rich with its meaning. I try not to think of the name I had before. I am Pet now, and despite my failure, I know with absolute certainty that whatever happens to me, it will be only as much as I need. He will be sure of that. It is a calming thought. My trust in Him is absolute. I know that as much as my body belongs to him, so does my faith. I allow my mind to go quiet and I breathe in deeply. Yes, it is still there. It is fainter now, but when I try, I can still smell the aroma of man-cum. I can still feel the thin residue on my face where I wiped it away. I feel it more thickly on my breasts and thighs, and on my back. On those parts of my body, ...
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