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A Session With My Pet Bdsm

By Kenne - copyright © 2010 All rights reserved.
I spied my pet walking up the path towards my open door, and smiled. It was a sunny Monday morning. I expected her arrival, and was keeping an eye out for her. Last time I’d seen her was two days prior, on Saturday, and I was anticipating another intense session. As she stepped in my door, I closed it behind her. She knelt and presented to me, knees spread apart at shoulder width, hands behind her back holding her wrists, her firm breasts thrust out, head bowed.
I stroked her mid-length blond hair. “Continue,” I said, and she rose and headed to my Dungeon.
After a few minutes, I stepped into the Dungeon to find my pet nude, in her place, and presenting. This is our opening ritual. She knows to remove her clothes, and kneel in the place I’ve instructed. Her slender, fit body was truly art in the diffuse sunlight coming from the wicker-shaded window.
“What have we here?” I asked.
“A slave for your use my Master,” she answered.
“What would I do with a slave?” I asked.
“Anything you wish, Master,” she responded.
As I always do at this point in our opening ritual, I took the ‘session collar’ from its hook and placed it around her neck, padlocking it in place. I stroked her head and spoke softly in her ear. “The collar looks beautiful around your neck, my pet.”
I moved to stand in front of her. “Kiss my boots,” I said, and she immediately leaned forward and kissed the black, steel-toed boots I wore. “Remove them,” I said. She unlaced them and pulled them from my feet.
I took a leather leash from its hook, and fastened it to the collar I had placed. “Come,” I instructed. “Crawl.”
I enjoy seeing my pet’s smooth, graceful body, as she moves on hands and knees across my tile floor. Leading her out of the Dungeon by the leash, I walked to the Playroom at the opposite side of the house. I call it the Playroom because it has a sex swing and a queen bed. The bed is set up with four-point restraints, and there is a bench along one wall, with shackles hanging on chains from above.
I led my pet to the bed and sat, having her lay across my lap. I’d decided to begin our session with a sensual bare hand spanking. Her perfect bottom was exposed and vulnerable below me. Gently kneading her cheeks, I noted how the large, dark bruises I’d made two sessions ago were nearly faded.
“Mmmmm! My pet’s ass looks very sweet,” I murmured, as I began to rhythmically spank her bottom, and stroke her already very wet clit. She began to moan.
“Is my pet turned on?” I smiled, slowly ramping up the severity of the swats. Every now and then I paused to knead her reddening cheeks.
“Worship Master’s cock while I spank you, slut,” I commanded. She lifted herself off my lap onto her knees, opening my pants, and began to devour my cock. Her firm ass had become beautifully red, and I continued spanking her, as she enthusiastically licked and sucked my cock and scrotum. “That’s nice, pet,” I moaned.
My cock was raging hard, and my pet’s ass had become beet red, so I slipped out from beneath her, and grabbed a condom. Leaving her on hands & knees on the edge of the bed, I stepped behind her. Her dripping wet cunt looked very inviting, and I plunged into it with one firm thrust.
“Oh yes!” she groaned, as I fucked her and continued to spank her glowing red ass. “Yes Master!” she moaned, “fuck your pet hard!” It didn’t take long before she began to cry out, “May your slave cum, Master? May your slave cum?”
“No!” I forbade. “You are not to cum!” I kept on with the fucking and spanking, as she groaned loudly and squirmed.
Soon the point of no return would arrive for her, regardless of her efforts to not cum. I stopped, and withdrew, removing and discarding the condom. My cock glistened, covered in pre-cum. “Clean your Master,” I instructed her, and she eagerly sucked and licked the slime off my cock.
Taking hold of the leash once more, I said, “come,” and I led her back to the Dungeon. This time she looked even more graceful and beautiful as she crawled.
“Stand and present,” I commanded, after we reached the center of the Dungeon. She jumped up and stood feet apart, head bowed, hands clasping wrists behind her back. I firmly pinched her stiff, protruding nipples.
Hanging from the ceiling by a chain was a foot-long horizontal PVC pipe. Similar in appearance to a coat hanger, it's made to be a grab bar. “Hands on the bar,” I directed. As she took her place, both hands above her head and grasping the bar, I stepped over to a table and picked up a roll of plastic wrap.
Round and round, I began cocooning her in the plastic sheet, from armpits to the bottom of her torso, and then down each leg separately to the knees. The plastic wrap squeezed her tits and body, and she looked like a piece of meat, wrapped up for sale at the store.
I selected a four foot switch, nearly thick as a pencil, cut from a tree in my yard. Beginning lightly, I began striking her breasts through the plastic wrap, then her belly, thighs, bottom, and back. As I increased the intensity of my blows, I began to see marks on her smooth skin through the clear plastic-wrap cocoon. She yelped and groaned each time the switch landed. Her breasts and back and thighs became covered in small welts.
Dropping the switch, and grabbing another condom, I said, “touch your toes.” As she bent over I lubed up my cock, and plunged it into her ass.
“Oh!” she grunted, “Oh yes! Fuck my ass, Master! Fuck it hard, pound it!” I was happy to meet her need.
It didn’t take long. She began to grunt and shake. “May I cum, Master?” she begged.
“Yes,” I answered, “cum hard, my slut.” She began to explode and squirt, grunting and shaking and soaking the floor under her, as I continued ramming her ass.
“Oh, ooooh!” she groaned.
After she’d made a nice little pool on my Dungeon floor, I stood her up and cut the plastic-wrap cocoon from her. I led her by the wrist to the St. Andrews cross, and had her stand against it, facing me. I shackled and attached her wrists and ankles to the cross, and tightly crisscrossed her torso, arms, and thighs in ¾ inch chain. She was utterly helpless.
I picked up three heavy clips, and fastened them to her nipples and clit. She shuddered as I placed each one. They were very strong, spring-loaded clips.
I picked up my heavy buffalo skin flogger.
“I want you to surrender yourself,” I said. I began to flog her breasts and pussy. I moved the blows in a counter clockwise triangle, right breast, left breast, and pussy, landing the falls directly upon the heavy clips. She shook against the chains, grunting, and moaning with each strike. I kept up a steady rhythm, delivering one blow to each clip in succession, round and round the triangle. After several minutes, she was groaning and crying out with each blow. After several minutes more, I knew she was reaching her edge.
“Count, my pet,” I said. “Count down from forty-nine.”
Now, as each blow landed, she counted down. It became harder and harder for her to take, and she began to yelp in anguish with each strike of the heavy leather falls. When she reached twenty-five, I said, “Breath deep, and surrender yourself.”
By the time all forty-nine strikes were finished, she had gone to her limit, and beyond. She had surrendered her self, and slipped into subspace. I'd reached her edge, and she had faced it, and gone beyond it.
I removed the clamps, one by one. As I released them, she screamed out in pain. To ease the anguish, I licked and sucked her nipples and clit, one at a time, as I opened and pulled away each clamp.
Then I removed the tight chains and shackles binding her, and helped her down from the cross, I wrapped my arm around the back of her neck, pulling her close. "You are very pleasing my pet," I said.
Next I told her to lay on her back on the padded floor, and I began to use a vibe on her clit. Her body was covered in sweat. As I vibed her, she began to moan. I slowly slid my fingers into her cunt: first one; then two; three; four. I grabbed a bottle of lube, and soaked my hand. Now my thumb joined my fingers. I vibed her clit and steadily worked my hand deeper. She groaned in pleasure. Finally my hand slid inside her cunt up to the wrist.
“Yes!” she cried, “put your hand all the way in! Please!”
I began to slide my hand in and out, literally fist fucking her, as I worked her clit with the vibe. She began to grunt and quiver.
“May you slave orgasm, Master?!!” she cried. “Oh please Master! I need to orgasm!”
“Yes slut!” I roared. “Let yourself go! Orgasm for me hard!”
She began to squirt and shake. “Fuck me with your hand, Master! Oh, I’m orgasming!” This was a deep, intense orgasm, going on for long minutes. She began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. “Oh, oh, oh yes!” she cried. By the time she finished, she had created another, even larger puddle. I pulled my hand out of her cunt, and set aside the vibe.
“You are wonderful, my pet,” I said, as I lightly sucked and nibbled her sore nipples, and stroked her clit with my hand. I was sure it was the most intense orgasm I’d given her to date.
I got up off the padded floor, and said, “Come.” Sitting down in a nearby chair, I said, “Suck my cock.”
She rose to her knees and began to take me into her mouth. I let her worship my cock for several minutes, pushing it down her throat and licking my balls and ass. It wasn’t long before I was fully erect. She gurgled and choked on my cock as she pushed it deep down her throat.
“Good girl,” I purred. It was time to fuck her again.
“Get up on the massage table, on your back,” I commanded. I put on a condom and held her ankles in the air at the edge of the table, and plunged my cock into her ass.
“Oh, oh yes!” she groaned. “Fuck my ass!”
I pounded her hard, very hard.
“Squeeze your pussy as tight as you can,” I told her. She squeezed her cunt muscles, making her ass clamp down on my cock, and she began to grunt and groan.
”Oh Master!” she cried. “May I cum? May I cum again?”
“Yes,” I answered, and her squirt started shooting high into the air. Her fluids burst out of her pussy, spurting at least a foot or two into the air. It was as if my slutty pet was pissing.
She grunted, and squirmed, and groaned. The squirt shot up and landed on her belly, tits, even her face. It soaked my legs, and the table, and a very large pool formed on the floor below.
When her quivering subsided, I withdrew from her ass, and helped her to her feet. Taking her by the wrist, I led her to the large tile shower adjacent to my bedroom. We showered together. After she washed and dried me, and herself, I led her back to the Dungeon, and had her clean up the puddles she’d made. After she was done, I told her to dress. Finally, she came and presented before me on her knees.
Taking the key, I unlocked the padlock, and removed the collar from her neck. “This is my least favorite part, my pet,” I whispered into her ear, as I stroked her hair. I offered her my hand and she kissed it, and I raised her to her feet.
I walked her to the front door.
“Thank you Master,” she said.
“I look forward to our next session, my pet,” I said, and I sent her on her way.


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