Housepet: Student Used for Sexual Pleasure
Zara looked at the computer screen, its words seeming to swim before her. The deadline for her assignment was fast approaching, but her brain felt foggy. Instead of her fingers flying across the keys, they clung limply onto the mouse, unwilling to produce another word.
Caught in her thoughts, she was startled by a buzzing noise, originating from her phone. It had alerted her to a series of messages. Jamie, her landlord and current partner in a rather unusual living arrangement, was about to pay her his weekly visit. The messages were as follows:
"Hello Zara, how was your day?"
"I'm planning to use you tonight. A long day at work left me very tense. Home at around 6. Make sure you're ready."
"You know the rules: only lingerie, collar ready. Pick out whatever set you think I'd like."
Shifting gears rapidly, he transitioned from being business-like to rough and primal. "I'm in the mood for a lot of hurt tonight."
"Dinner's been ordered for you. And, as a surprise..." Here, his tone turned playful and excited.
Adjusting her focus, Zara's thoughts turned to the life she had embraced inside Jamie's large Victorian home. A home that was now hers to roam freely within, with a steady roof over her head. In exchange for being his submissive plaything, she could finally delve into her studies completely. She sensed a shift in her psyche that day, first when she realized her Master would be working late and him not needing to use her for four or five days.
Having lived with loved ones before, the joy of having her own bathroom was finally experienced. The few days since Jamie's absence had made Zara crave her Master's dominance. True to the agreement, staying in this lavish house came at a cost, but she knew well what that price was.
Standing in front of the mirror, she remembered a conversation they had about the fine line between a conventional housemate relationship and the explicit details of their sexual conquests. He was her Master and she was his pet. In exchange for providing her with a roof for her head, he owned her body and had free access to her whenever he wanted. Her body was expected to be ready, in lingerie and necklaced with her collar, at the requested time.
Although she could never consider them boyfriend and girlfriend, in her heart of hearts, their sex was exquisite. His lips were soft and considerate when kissing, while her orgasms were godsends. As a bonus, his devotion to textured sensations had her reciprocating.
The thought of fulfilling her Master's needs with her body made her heart race. She took a deep breath, nipped her bottom lip, and stepped into the shower. As warm water washed over her, her mind drifted to her first encounter with her submissive self - when he taught her to make herself cum in front of him during their second round of making love.
More recently, when she had to share a bathtub with him, Zara felt an incredible intimacy. Even his rough tonguing yielded the most intense, satisfying climaxes to both of them. Remarking on how he controlled her orgasms, she had to edge at least twice a day, first thing in the morning and right before bed. However, she was still learning how to hold herself until he gave her permission to let go.
It was during this reverie she sensed the presence of her Master outside the bathroom, wondering if he'd already undressed. Alerted, Zara finished with the shower and pampered her skin with cream and oil. Mind flitting between the events of their time together, her heart picked up and the idea of finally seeing him again thrilled her.
It was then that she momentarily considered their arrangement as an unorthodox house-share. Because despite the evident similarities between their roles as roommates, there was a crucial distinction: her body was his to use when he commanded it. The thought filled her with a heady sense of desire - after all, their relationship defied conventional norms. But as she threw on the chosen lingerie set for the night, it felt natural. He acted like a Master or Dom, insisting she be submissive and utterly dependent on him. Control was his, pleasure was hers.
7 p.m. precisely, she heard Jamie's key in the front door. Her heart raced, sending a fresh burst of adrenaline coursing through her. She was ready for him and knew that tonight would be one that she would remember.
Each day, Zara would now go through a ritual after her shower. It was no longer a luxury, but a part of her regular routine. Jamie had made it clear what his expectations were - she was his toy, and her body had to be kept in top condition at all times. Her skin had never felt smoother or softer. Even when he suggested laser sessions instead of waxing, she agreed without considering it.
Her touch had become so much more sensitive due to the twice-daily edge sessions and denial. At first, she was irritated by her body's natural arousal when she rubbed oil onto her breasts, her nipples, her thighs, but she soon began to appreciate the feeling and even enjoy it. She knew how to control her arousal to maintain a constant wetness between her legs without cumming.
Zara began with her feet, using oil to work between her painted toes and massaging her calves gently. She worked her way up, moving her hands in swift strokes to her thighs and applying generous amounts of oil. She circled her cunny, avoiding her clit by accident but immersing her hands in the oil around her genital area.
Next, she caressed her torso, moving her fingers to her neck and then down her arms. She finished with her breasts, feeling her body respond at the touch. She teased her nipples gently, not wanting to cum from this alone. Although she tried to deny it, this had become more than just a skincare regimen; it was a form of self-care and embracing her sexuality.
That day, something felt different. Zara took an oil that she had saved for special occasions and rubbed it slowly into her skin, focusing on making it look glossy and polished. She started at her feet, moving up with long, firm strokes until she reached her neck. Her hands continued their journey, caressing her arms and her breasts. She was no longer a studious, academic student; a feminist, admired by her peers and lecturers. She was a woman now, with curves and hips. She was no longer concerned about her 34B breasts being too small, as Jamie often praised her nipples and adored her body. Even without make-up or mascara, she knew her eyes were her most striking features.
Sitting naked under a fluffy robe at her vanity table, Zara felt like a different person, like she had stepped into a different body. 'Zahra,' she told herself, 'this is who I am.' She was no longer Zara, the girl who just wanted to fit in; she had become a sensual creature, indulging in newfound pleasures.
She retired to her bathroom, drying her hair a hundred times with a brush. The rhythmic motion calmed her mind as her hardworking student persona faded away. Her natural hair was left long and wavy; a secret she would keep.
Next, she continued with her make-up: bright red matte lips, sharp eyeliner with long flicks on her upper and lower lids - dramatic, not subtle. As she admired herself in the mirror, she felt her transformation complete. Zahra, the name given by her Arab mother but westernized in high school, was now restored in full.
Her final act of transformation was to dress in silky, satiny, and lacey lingerie, and reserve it exclusively for Jamie. In the weeks she had lived with him, her lingerie collection had gone from a few basic sets to a vast wardrobe of outfits, purchased specifically to be worn while he fucked her.
She chose a dark red satin shelf bra which showcased her small tits and displayed her taut nipples. Her corresponding red satin garter belt and tiny matching thong were equally enticing. It was an inexpensive set, but she enjoyed seeing how it drove him wild. If he was in a rough mood, the delicate fabric could easily tear and would not be a consequence if ruined.
Staring at her reflection, Zahra began to realize how far she had come. What was once a part of her trying to hide herself from the world had been overtaken by her truer self, submissive and sensual. The girl who had yearned for complete anonymity was replaced not by another persona, but by a deeper, more primitive part of herself.
She was done. Looking in the mirror, her new self admired the woman she had become. She was no longer Zara, the student, but Zahra, the woman who had fully embraced her sexuality and accepted her Master's submission. Eventually, she became a gilded captive, knowing little desire to escape her lifestyle.
She carefully placed stockings on her smooth legs, the delicate silk hugging them, creating a sensation similar to donning delicate wing covers on a butterfly. Clips attached to the garters adorned her thighs, framing her curvy bottom and pussy in the way her master loved.
A luxurious velvet collar enclosed her neck, while a long, silky robe in black completed her outfit. The robe would be discarded before her dominant partner had the chance to tear it off. Her beloved heels, elevating her by 4 inches, completed this outfit. Her incomparable shoe collection expanded, but these heels would always remain her tops picks to flaunt.
Gazing at herself in the mirror, she pondered over her role in their relationship. Multiple terms were considered: lover, fuck buddy, friend with benefits, housemate with benefits, hooker for rent, or sugar baby. However, none accurately defined her role.
Terms he had used upon their first meeting stood out: FuckToy. She felt like a doll, dedicated to satisfying his primal needs. Similarly, the word 'pet' resonated with her. They were inseparable and she thrived under his control.
She checked the clock. 5:55 pm. A spritz of Arabian perfume adorned her neck, wrists, and lower back. Ready and waiting.
On the landing, she sat cross-legged, useful leash in position. Her posture conveyed the perception that she was his obedient servant, prepared to serve him when he arrived home.
Her yoga sessions had become a habit; twice a week, injecting flexibility into her body and increasing her pliability while sharpening her mind. Few other women would experience this level of pampering.
As the doorbell rang, her heart pounded, the little leash forgotten as she prepared to oblige his needs.
A sudden buzzing heralded his imminent arrival and she shook off her thoughts, using her free hand to explore her body. Moist fingers slid into her panties, rubbing labido-sensitive zones. Her body was hot, her mind in the throes of subservient arousal. She was occupied by memories: his instruction to service him orally during a conference call, him making her 'perform' while he instructed her via text, and gracefully disciplining her by administering spankings.
Despite such thoughts, her mind drifted back to one particular afternoon.
Her sundress billowed after he stepped into the kitchen, startling her. His hands captive around her pale hips, he lifted her dress, revealing soaked panties. She struggled against his firm grip, but his relentless fingers enjoyed the slipperiness between them. With unapologetic swiftness, the dress was discarded, and a free gush of air met her tight bottom.
Her master asked what edging was doing to her. Was she hypersensitive? Bracing her hands on the work surface, she felt his fingers enter her, lubricated and coated in her juices. He was relentless as he fingered her pussy.
"Well, Kitten, I see you're rather wet, needing a good hard fucking."
Her legs shaky from pleasure, she struggled, wanting to remain ladylike and obedient but seduced by his touch. She yielded to his unyielding pounding, finally cumming and losing all sense of control.
Crestfallen, she watched events unfold.
He released her, disregarding the hurt she barely felt nor understood. With a calm, casual disposition, he pulled up his trousers.
His order for her to extend her legs, bend over the kitchen table, pulling her panties to below her knees were quickly followed. He discarded her panties, reveling in the sight.
Her skirts didn't cover her buttocks, and she cringed, wanting to uphold her outward appearance of purity and respectability. Instead, she merely listened to his unspoken authoritative desires, her mind drifting as her master pressed her face against the tile just above the hall floor.
Does he enjoy his property so much?, she wondered.
"That felt great!" he exclaims and slaps her bottom. "The benefits of having a personal, free-to-use Sex Toy at home." He chuckles and departs. She can her him dial into a conference call. He sounds cheerful and content as he speaks to his coworkers.
She remains stationary for a while. Then, she washes his semen off her legs and cleanses her vagina and changes her clothes. Before she returns to the study room, she sits on her bed, opens her legs, closes her eyes, and massages to the brink, remembering what happened.
Now, she's edging to the recollection again. Her busy, restless thoughts have ceased. She is merely a pet awaiting her owner's arrival.
She hears the door key turn the lock and, still seated on the bed and still massaging her clit, she views him stroll in.
He looms above her, inspecting her. Six feet tall, slim but in decent shape for his age, his salt and pepper hair styled medium long, long enough to see the natural wave in his hair, his full beard well-trimmed. He wears a crisp white cotton shirt with the top two buttons undone and dons it without a tie under a tailored dark blue suit. Her Owner. She stares at his crotch and notices the form of a hard, thick, eight-inch cock through his thin trousers.
"Are you satisfied with your Pet, Sir?" I wonder. I've followed all your instructions carefully. I'm ready for intensive use, Master"
"I see you're playing for me Kitten"
"As soon as you contacted me. I've been thinking about the time when you raised my dress and fucked me in the kitchen during work breaks." her smile is sweet, "I believe that's when I truly recognized what I am. That's when you shattered me. Earlier, I was still thinking this might just be a game."
He stands directly in front of her, her mouth mere inches away from his cock, still wrapped in his trousers. Her mouth waters, anticipating when she'd soon be gripping it in her hands, or even sucking on it.
He strokes her long brown hair with his other hand while she moved back and forth, sucking on his thumb as if it were a small cock.
She is satisfied now, her mouth pleasantly full, her hand in her underwear, blissfully immersed in subspace, her mind at ease.
All she has to do is relax and obey her Owner. He keeps her content, she will give him an orgasm, and her reward for being a good Pet will be to give her an orgasm too, to grant her a release from the intense need she has for a climax.
He grabs her chin playfully and urges her to look up at him. She does and sees him holding a small wrapped box.
"I said I had a surprise for you Kitten. Do you want to see your gift?"
In excitement, she rips open the gift and finds a steel hemispherical plug with a pink heart-shaped crystal jewel at the top, polished to a high gleam in a deep blue lining.
"Excellent choice of attire Kitten. I'm going to enjoy undressing you."
Pulling her by the leash, he positions her facing him, forcing her to kneel on the tiled floor, her rear high and uncovered for his gaze. She's unable to see him, so she fell forward onto the floor, resting her forehead on her hands.
He drags her panties down, carefully ensuring her garter straps aren't snagged, so her buttocks stay perfectly exposed for his enjoyment.
"I stated I'd broken you. I haven't truly. I've made extensive use of your skilled mouth and your tight pussy. Yet, I'd not played with your ass yet. Did you really think I would not?"
He paraphrases a finger within her, working it in and out. She feels her anus stretch around his digit.
"I'm not fond of anal, if I'm honest. Your vagina is small enough even for me. However, it's crucial that you understand all your holes are mine. Nothing is off-limits,"
She feels his hand on her chin, lifting her forehead a little. He kneels beside her, flips a stray hair and kisses her on the forehead. She's never felt so submissive or so given.
He looks her in the eyes, presenting the silver plug's reflection towards her mouth. She takes it into her mouth and sucks on it instinctively.
"All your orifices belong to Me. Do you comprehend that my Pet?"
She sighs in approval as the object in her mouth completes its task. His fingers are in her backside now, his dildo in her mouth.
"Sweet girl," He murmurs softly, thrusting into her orifice while probing her anus gently. "This is simply to heat up your backdoor before it goes in, the lube will aid the process, keep it from being frosty for you, correct?"
"Prepared, Master?" She manages to ask meekly. He wants me to nod, but I'm too busy experiencing this exquisite sensation.
The plug is taken out, leaving another void, but her mouth opens wider, hoping to fill it again. Maybe a finger, maybe something else but he is preoccupied with her ass right now.
He pulls out his digits and she moans with disappointment.
"Such a greedy kitten already," He chuckles, "I can't wait to see how eager you'll be after our training." This thought makes her stomach flip in excitement.
The object warmed by her mouth is readied, the anal plug inserted seamlessly into her as he speeds up his pace. She can sense the reservoir resting between her buttocks. She breathes out, feeling the hugging silence of the crystal intruder inside her.
A six-inch plug fills the empty chasm. She sees her Master pat her head with her beloved toy, a big smile crossing his face. She smiles back, not knowing how much of that was due to her contentment from the plug. She opens her mouth and he fills it with his thumb, the rightful owner finally accessing his prized possession.
She shakes her buttocks, then lifts it higher, savouring these different sensations. He pulls the leash, "Upstairs, Pet."
The leash leans against their stairs as she crawls up them, one hand on her buttocks, the other gripping the floor, her wet cunt and her plugged anus.
They reach her bedroom. He repositions her in front of the mirror. He unbuckles his trousers and removes his eight-inch, uncut cock from the undergarments. The sight of it makes her salivate.
She whispers, "Use your pleasure object, Master. Possess what's rightfully yours. I'm open to everything."
He grabs her hips firmly and aligns them with the throbbing cock. He nudges the wet folds carefully and rushes inside her thoroughly. She moans in pleasure, easing the tension building up in her.
"Mouth? May Master?" She tries to ask, but barely utters these words, her situation leaving her intoxicated.
He grants her wish, his thumb fitting perfectly into her mouth. He grabs her hip with one hand and pumps into her hard, brutally, with the other hand's vice - like grip. She finds the tension in her anal passage, and massages her clitoris, as his thrusts grow ragged.
He holds her tight for a few moments. She can't help but expect him to explode, but his thrusts become leisurely and he pulls out abruptly, leaving a state of agony.
"Do you wish to view his cock in your cunt, Kitten? Sit with your back to him, allowing him a sight of the plug." he pasdoesonates. She reaches back and removes her bra. "Play with your nipples for me, Kitten." She plays with them, rubbing each in unison.
"I wish I could see how breathtaking you are, the stockings cast an intriguing impression on your lush derriere, the vibrant pink plug, a symbol of your pledge as a three-hole slut, the folds of your vagina straining to take every inch My Owner has to offer, and your cunt juice smearing My cock."
She shifts, staring intently at him. "Use me Master. Use me. Screw me. No restraint."
"Good girl." He barks, now fully erect, naked except for his ripped jeans. She turns, her backside facing the mirror, towards her Master.
She places him inside her, her butt in the air vertically. He grabs her and presses her down, his cock gliding inside her, her pussy, wet and needy now, welcomes him. Her fingers drift towards her clit and pinch it repeatedly, increasing the friction between the plug and her flesh.
She sits up straight, giving him a clear view into the mirror. "I want to gape for you Master." She feels his hand on her hip, his powerful push drives her into the oven!"
This woman is getting herself fucked by her Master's cock, arching her back and letting her long, brown hair graze his bare chest. She sees herself in the mirror and loves how much of a whore she looks, touching her nipples while bouncing on his dick like a mindless bimbo. It makes her want to act like his personal porn star even more.
"Pull my hair and use me like the filthy slut I am, Master," she says.
"I'm close baby doll," he responds.
"Where do you want to cum, Master? Do you want me to cover my face with your cream and lick it off?"
"No, whore, I want to cum in your ass and then push your new princess plug inside you. Now spread your ass."
He removes his cock from her pussy and pushes her down on all fours. She spreads her ass, feeling more like a slut than ever before as he takes out the plug. Her asshole is gaping and his cock head enters her, penetrating her ass with a pop. She pushes her ass back on him, taking his dick inside her ass - losing her final virginity.
She feels his cum in her ass before hearing his deep, satisfying groan as he shoots his load. She milks him, feeling the second and third spurts of thick cum filling her ass. He pulls out then pushes the plug in immediately afterward. She feels a small amount of cum drip down her thigh, but knows he's kept most of his load inside her.
His tongue licks her slit and he pulls her back by her hips, making her sit on his face. She grinds against him, fucking his face with her pussy. She calls his name, screams, and cums while squirting on his face, then collapses beside him. He kisses her, and while she regains her senses, he pulls the plug out of her ass. She can taste herself on his lips as his cum drips down her thighs.
"I'm your filthy FuckToy, Master. You've messed me up for anyone else."
*******
"Why did you want to cum in my ass and then plug me, Jamie, er Master?" they asked while sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, eating from their favorite Thai restaurant's delivery. He fed her some of his green curry, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the taste.
He shrugged and laughed. "I don't know. It wasn't a long-held plan or anything I've always wanted to do." He snatched a piece of her pad thai.
"I was just trying to push you, Zara. To find your limits. And you always just go with it. I wasn't even surprised when you looked that eager."
"And you were... planning to, um, asphyxiate me with your sexual needs when you sat on my face?"
"Soz. Got a bit carried away. I did want you to ride me, though. And by now, I should know you don't do anything half-assed."
Her eyes said "I still don't believe it," but he just laughed in that laid-back way that always made her pussy flutter.
"Seriously, it's fine. I did want you to ride me. And you've shown me you're willing to do anything."
She took a sip from her beer, trying to look serious while barely a single piece of clothing covered her and her hair and makeup were a mess.
"You're corrupting me, Jamie. I've always wanted sexual things that boyfriends thought were weird, but this is another level. What are you planning for me? Make me your mindless bimbo, 24/7, addicted to your cock? A few weeks ago, I would have thought that was impossible. Now I'm not so sure."
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. You're stronger-willed than you think. But I would like to see you completely uninhibited with me. You're a smart, successful young teacher in public. But a true slut in private."
"So what's the next part of my training, Master?"
"You're a smart girl. You figure it out."
She knows the answer. It's what she's thought about for a long time.
"You're going to share me, aren't you, Master?"
She blushed deeply, and he laughed while taking another swig of beer.
"No, just with a man or a woman?"
He didn't answer but continued laughing.
She could feel her pussy pulse with excitement. What was next? He'd made her his submissive pet. He'd taken her anal virginity. What would be the next step in her training?
"You're going to give me to someone else, aren't you?" she asked, knowing the answer all too well.
He just laughed.
Finished for now. But who knows? If you're interested in following Zahra's adventures with Jamie, drop a comment and let me know where their story should head next. I've got a couple of other stories in the works, but I might revisit these characters. They're a blast to write about! I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.