Zoe left our house that day a different girl, I am sure of it. Her first night and the subsequent morning could have remained as nothing more than a novelty, a fantasy realised. We called her our kitten and treated her like one. She could have gone away and never come back, marked it down as a crazy one-off experience with a kinky married couple.
But she came back. In fact, she couldn’t stay away.
Now, of course, we did use a little reverse psychology to encourage her back. I had told her we would text, but we had no intention of doing so. Master knew exactly what effect that would have; she would have been checking her phone every few minutes. And when she turned up, uninvited, she would have felt very unsure of herself. Which is exactly what we wanted. We needed her unsettled, seeking affirmation.
The moment she crossed the threshold into our house that second time, she was like putty in our hands. She already felt that she had disappointed us, and let us down. It was easy then to compound that feeling of failure with the instruction not to cum. Restrained as she was, and with Master’s big cock plundering her innocent pussy, it would have been impossible for her not to orgasm at least once. We counted three.
Her inability to keep quiet was fairly predictable too. It’s a learned behaviour and we hadn’t given her the time to learn. So all in all we set her three ‘simple’ rules that we knew full well that she would fail to comply with. Added to this she was fucked to within an inch of her life by Master. I haven’t seen him that animalistic, his cock so engorged, for a long time. I can’t deny I felt a tinge of jealousy seeing him so turned on by the prospect of possessing his new young sub. But that slight envy was fully eclipsed by the excitement of acquiring my new plaything.
Oh, how hard I came after Zoe finally left to return home. The sight of her standing there, her hands on her head, nipples pinched hard by the jaws of the clamps, her little ass bright red from her spankings, and the look on her face as she desperately held back the desire to cry or moan at the pain. The moment she left I threw myself on the couch, spread my legs, and brought myself to the most shattering orgasm with my favourite vibe.
I sent her on her way without her underwear. And with instructions not to wear any again. The look on her face when she heard that was priceless. She knew the trouble that would cause with her mum. How would she explain the lack of bras and panties in the laundry? I knew it too.
“Come back tomorrow, same time,” I said as she left, my pussy positively throbbing at the thought of her undressing for bed later, her young fingers tentatively feeling her sore nipples, red raw ass, and her now properly fucked pussy.
Sure enough, at exactly two fifteen, the doorbell went. I didn’t bother with my purple robe. I was so sure it was Zoe.
I opened the door and the moment I saw her face, opened it enough so that she could see my naked body. I gave her a split second to contemplate my body, then ushered her in.
“Strip,” I said haughtily. I was still practising the right balance of strictness and a nurturing, loving tone. The strictness didn’t come as naturally to me after all the years serving Matt, though I did have two naughty young girls of my own I had the chance to practice on. But I was enjoying learning this new, dominant role.
“Turn,” I continued as soon as she had dropped her shorts and shed her t-shirt, revealing a very bare and underwear-free body.
My hands inspected her, teasing her nipples, fingering her little cunt, and examining the still blush pink ass cheeks.
This time, Zoe knew that when she returned she might as easily be subjected to harsh treatment as she might the most pleasurable stimulation. She knew that she could be both punished and rewarded. She also knew that she would experience sexual stimulation the like of which she couldn’t yet quite comprehend. She knew she could expect the totally unexpected.
The fact that she returned, knowing all of this, meant she was willing to become my little slave. My plaything.
“Where did you tell your mom you were coming?”
“Here, to walk Jasper. To earn some money. Exactly like you said, Mommy.”
That is indeed exactly what I had told Zoe to say. Jasper was our beagle. Currently asleep in his cage in the kitchen. Zoe had often taken him on walks for us in the past.
“Good girl. Go and get his lead then.”
Expect the unexpected. The look on Zoe’s face said she certainly wasn’t expecting to be walking our bloody dog this afternoon!
But she did as she was told. I liked the way she followed instructions without question so much of the time, it was an encouraging sign. When she returned I took the collar and metal link leash from her.
“Hold up your hair.”
As she did, I buckled the collar around her neck and secured it tight.
“You won’t have a collar like mine for a while, pet. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have you on a leash. Now get down on all fours.”
Zoe did as she was told. She knelt on her hands and knees at my side, looking up at me with those big green eyes. I wanted to pull the leash so her face was pressed against my pussy, to feel her eager little tongue busy between my wet lips. But Matt had given me clear guidance as to how Zoe’s training should run. So I walked in front of her and pulled at the leash, watching as she obediently followed, crawling along at my heel.
I walked her around the house, from one room to the next. We went around in circles, doing circuits of the house. Not once did Zoe question what were doing, or why. After about twenty minutes it was time for a reward, as per Matt’s guide.
“Up onto the coffee table,” I said as we re-entered the living room for the umpteenth time.
Like a dog at a show, Zoe hopped up onto the large oak table and stayed still, on all fours.
“Good girl. Now stay.”
If Zoe wondered why on earth she was being treated like a dog, she showed no sign of it. She flashed a perfectly content smile as I left the room. I returned a few moments later, waving her reward.
“You love your Master’s cock, don’t you kitten?” I said.
“Oh, I love it so much, Mommy. I have never felt anything so wonderful in my life.”
“Mmm. Well unfortunately Master can’t be here all the time. But we have very much the next best thing, right here.”
Several weeks ago Matt and I had ordered a clone of his magnificent cock, in anticipation of this very occasion. There have been clone-a-cock kits available from sex shops for many years, of course, but we did our research and selected the most premium, realistic version.
Through a combination of laser scanning and 3D printing, we purchased a replica that was exact down to every ridge and vein, with top-of-the-range silicone feeling and looking as realistic as Matt’s own skin. With in-built heating that matched the temperature of Matt’s own cock when he was rampant, it was almost impossible to tell the difference from the real thing.
I stood in front of Zoe and strapped the replica cock on, fixing the harness in place as she watched, wide-eyed. I walked around behind her and rubbed two fingers between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet and she moaned her appreciation as I used her pussy juices to lubricate her clit, squeezing and teasing it as another finger worried away at her tight little asshole.
Smearing a little lube on the strap on cock, I pressed it to her pouting pussy lips, took hold of her slim hips, and pushed inside her.
“Ohh yesss. Thank you Mommy!” she moaned as the fake cock bottomed out.
“From now on, kitten, you can feel Master’s cock even when he isn’t here,” I murmured as my hands reached underneath her and pulled at her nipples.
“Oh, Mommy it feels just like Master inside me. I love it! Oh please Mommy, fuck me!”
I brought Zoe to the very brink of orgasm, pulling on her leash as I fucked her deep with Matt’s cloned cock.
“Please Mommy, please may I cum?” she moaned.
“Not just yet, kitten,” I said softly, pleased that she found it normal behaviour now to ask permission.
“You will be allowed to soon, don’t worry, but I want you to wait,” I said as I pulled the strap on out of her, moving round in front of her and offering it to her to lick clean of her own juices.
I stroked her hair as I watched that little tongue working quickly across the faithful replica of her Master’s cock. When she was done, I tugged on the leash gently and told her to hop off the coffee table.
She followed me, eagerly keeping up as I walked her to the French windows. I slipped on a pair of sandals and opened the double doors that led outside. Zoe waited patiently like a well-trained pet.
I knew from personal experience how her body would be aching to cum, just as her mind would be desperate to please her mistress.
Our yard close to the house is not overlooked at all, so there was no problem with me leading the naked, collared Zoe out behind me. I was naked too but for my own collar, sandals, and the harness that held the rubber cock that bounced in front of me as I strode out.
My sandals crunched on the gravel drive that ran alongside our lawn. I heard a suppressed yelp from Zoe’s young throat as her tender flesh pressed down on the sharp edges of the stones. I slowed my pace a little out of sympathy but kept walking along the gravel, my obedient pet following.
I could feel my pussy running at the thought of the pain that Zoe was experiencing, not for the thought of the pain itself, but at the dedication and desire to please that she was displaying. I looked back and down to see her silently wincing at each step we took, the sharp edges of the stone and flint digging into her knees and palms, scraping at her shins and feet.
I walked her outside for a good ten minutes before returning her to the relative comfort of crawling across our marbled floor, and then into the carpeted living room. I was so turned on now, and I needed to cum.
Sitting back on the sofa I spread my legs and pulled on the leash, guiding Zoe’s face between my thighs. I pushed the dildo to one side as her tongue began to lick lovingly at my throbbing cunt.
Wrapping the leash around my fist I pulled her face harder into my groin, just as my Master had done to me countless times over the years. Control. Obedience. The other side of the coin for me now. It took just a matter of moments before I was gushing into her face.
Recovering from my cum, I sent Zoe to collect some toys; nipple clamps with a chain between them and a larger butt plug. I instructed her to apply them in front of me and I watched as she happily pushed the plug inside her.
“You will wear that for me during the day now. All of the time unless I say. Understand kitten?”
“Yes, Mommy. Thank you, Mommy,” she said as she wiggled her butt, feeling how much more the bigger plug filled her.
With the nipple clamps attached, I lay back on the couch and invited her to straddle me.
“You have pleased Mommy today, kitten. Now ride Master’s cock until you cum, you have my permission.”
She didn’t need telling twice, and eagerly climbed on top of me and swung a leg over. Grabbing the rubber shaft, she sank her pussy down on it and began to grind herself against my pelvis.
As her eyes glazed over and her body became flushed, I pulled hard on the chain. My timing was perfect and Zoe let out a short loud wail as the pain shot through her nerve endings just as the waves of pleasure exploded across her whole body. She was shaking and shivering as she came on top of me, her juices flowing out of her all over the fake cock and running down into my own wet cunt.
Later, after Zoe had recovered, and cleaned up her cum juices, we lay cuddling on the couch, her head in my lap as I stroked her hair. The leash and clamps were gone now but her collar stayed on. It would not be long before she deserved her own, proper collar. Things were progressing as we had hoped they would. It was time to move things forward,
“So do you remember what you need to do when you are home, kitten?”
“No bra or panties, keep this butt plug in for you Mommy,” she said, her big eyes looking up at me.
“Yes. And edging, Play with yourself as much as you can, but no cumming.”
“Oh yes. That too. Sorry Mommy, I forgot.”
“Not to worry, kitten.” I kissed the top of her head tenderly.
I waited a moment before I continued.
“There are two other things I want you to do for me, and for Master.”
“Yes Mommy, whatever you say.”
“First, you are not to pee without my permission.”
Zoe looked up at me, a puzzled look on her face. I returned it with a warm but resolute smile.
“No peeing,” she repeated as if working the words through her mind.
“No peeing,” I confirmed.
“Okay, Mommy. No peeing without permission.”
She seemed to have thought through the implications and was happy to comply.
“Good girl.”
I planted another soft kiss on her head. She snuggled in closer, happy.
“You said two things, Mommy?”
“I did, that’s right.”
I lifted her head away from me, pushing her back so she could look at me. My fingers reached down and pulled gently on my nipple rings, toying with them. I watched as her eyes flitted back and forth between my nipples and the smile in my eyes.
“No… oh Mommy, please. I can’t…”
Her words stuttered out of her mouth involuntarily. Even as she said them I could see she hated her lips for uttering them. Her eyes were suddenly fearful.
“No? What do you mean ‘No’?”
“Oh, Mommy I am so sorry. I didn’t mean no. But… but my parents… They will see them… with no bra… oh… my mom…”
My fingers took her small nipples and twisted hard. Oh fuck this gorgeous angel did her very best not to cry out. But she couldn’t suppress a whimper as she felt the pain searing through her young breasts.
“Do you want to keep coming and seeing me and your Master, kitten?”
“Yes Mommy, I really do,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, “But my mom… she will go crazy.”
“It is your choice, Zoe.”
My fingers pinched harder and twisted again.
“Ohhh…I…I want to keep coming, Mommy.”
“Then you need to learn to do as you are told.”
“Yes, Mommy. I’m so sorry Mommy”
“It is simple, kitten,” I said calmly, “You either do as we say or you stop coming to see us.”
“I will get my nipples pierced Mommy.”
Were the tears from the pain I was inflicting, or the dread of what conflict lay ahead with her family? I knew I was making her choose between them and us. Of course, that was all part of the plan.
Matt and I meant to have this beautiful kitten as our very own. To possess her young body and her very being.
The process had begun in earnest now.
