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| I own pettee. That pet is My property and I am proud to have her.
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My pet is a great canvas. As I was marking her with the whip the other day, I noticed such great welts that were popping up all over her back. So I tried to repeat them and had great success creating welt after welt in a great pattern down her back to her ass. I smiled wide as she screamed out with each one. I was impressed as she kept position even though I was intent on marking her with various welts. I moved on to her hips and down her thighs. nice red welts appeared almost instantly on her pale backside.
I then took the large wooden paddle and smacked her ass hard over and over. She was already in tears from the whip and this change of sensation marked with the painful sting in her ass made her sob even more. At this point, she was whimpering vaguely about ‘being good’ and pleas for Me to stop. I was too amused with this play to stop of course, I alternated between the riding crop on her inner thigh and the paddle on her ass. In the end, she was a mess of sobs and red marks all over her frame. I found her so delicious to look at that I mounted her and took her ass without a word. The sobs turned into moans and grunts and My cock penetrated, fucked, and came inside her. Once I was finished, I lay there, hearing her sob still, feeling the heat from her breath as My cheek rested on hers, and feeling the heat and sweat from her used body. Used. As she should be.
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The first time I took her ass, it was to reward her for being a good pet. It was more gentle and experimental for both of U/us. I wanted to give her the pleasure of satisfying Me and to show her that I own her. She positioned herself on the floor in a deep bow with her ass high and her knees separated a bit. I got in place, readied My cock at her entrance, and prompted her to push back. I gave her a moment of control as she obediently pushed against My cock and allowed it into her virgin ass. Once My cock had breeched past her sphincter, I grabbed her hips and began a slow and steady fucking motion. I was still gentle as this was a reward. I wasn?t claiming her so much as allowing her this new experience. It was a nice bonding between us.
Since then, I?ve taken her ass. I mean taken. Suddenly and quickly thrust Myself into her to remind her that *I* am her Owner. *I* own her ass and will do with it as I please. I like taking her ass and she enjoys having this hole to offer Me. Even when it hurts or is a surprise, she knows her place and smiles regardless. With each load of cum in her ass, she knows that her Owner has gifted her by allowing her to be the object of His use. And I love having her as My pet. I love the sensation of her tight ass around My cock as I cum. Slapping her ass as I push forward into her and use her hole for My pleasure. as it should be. |
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I had to punish her. My pet was talking back and resisting My ownership of her. Worse, she insinuated that further obedience from her would be contingent on Me letting her have her way on the one specific matter. I took her downstairs and attached her wrists to the restraints. I flogged her well while explaining that My ownership of her includes building her up, directing her to better choices, and helping her achieve her life goals. I made it clear that she may not always be initially pleased with My direction, but she was to obey all the same. Each time the flogger landed, she cried out. After a dozen lashes or so, her back was bright red and she was showing signs of the point coming across. Wimpers from the flogger’s impact turned into louder cries accentuated by a bit of sobbing. I continued with the punishment until I was sure the lesson had sunk in. My pet had been warned that punishment would be more severe than it had been in earlier stages before she took My collar. and so it was. I continued to flog her back, butt, and thighs as she pleaded and insisted she was sorry. I stopped, turned her around, talked to her calmly, and made her re-assert her trust in Me and My ownership of her. I then stepped back and raised the flogger again.. this time impacting her breasts, stomach, and tops of her thighs. Blow after blow landed as she resumed pleading and crying. I watched the red stripes on her flesh blend into one red mass as her eyes, fixed on Me, were flooded with steady streams of tears. With this punishment over, I released her, held her tight, and reassured her that I mean the best for her. I petted her for comfort as she thanked Me and affirmed her desire to never earn punishment again. We’ll see. |
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I love marking her. slaps, strap marks, flogging, the riding crop… she marks beautifully. and My pet takes them well. It amuses Me to see her face smile, flash in pain, and then return to a smile as her eyes find Me again. When she stands there, hands on her head, taking various marks, she couldnt look more lovely. My sadist pleasure is partially satiated by finding a spot on her, swinging an implement down on to her flesh, hearing the impact, her subsequent cry out, and then watching the wonderful red mark develop. Seeing the final product - her body decorated with various red marks - is a beautiful thing. My pet is a wonderful canvas. |
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I?ve had My feet worshiped before, but My pet does the best job of them all. I dont say that to flatter her. I mean it. When she is bowing down, her head at My feet, her mouth kissing and licking, she seems very at home. That is her place. That is part of her purpose. Those feet belong to her owner and she shows her devotion and thanks with an earnest sincerness that I find sooo enjoyable. I am happy to see her serve. And pleased to receive her service. |
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Slapping her face for the first time was a joy for both of us. I looked into her eyes and she into Mine. I told her I was going to slap her. The response was quiet but affirmative. I reached up, caressed her left cheek with My right for a moment before raising that hand and swinging down to strike her. The look on her face went from smiling into her Owner’s eyes to a flash of impact then back to smiling. Ok? Yes. that was fine. Again? Yes. she spoke with demure. I caresses her left cheek then slapped that side of her precious pet face. Ok? Yes. very quiet, yet smiling into her Owner’s eyes. I slapped her several times harder and softer. I enjoyed it. I enjoy using her. |
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her collar isn't expensive, but it was hand made for her. her collar isn't elaborate but it suits her perfectly. her collar isn't encrusted with flashy sparkles, but it marks her as Mine. she is Mine. and I am honored to have that pet.? |
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