Sukai
10-24-2008, 05:47:48 PM
Thought I'd post what little there was of the Pet RP between me and Elana. Although I took liberties and rewrote her intro when we started. It's hard for me to get into something unless there's a good foundation.
Part 1 - Elana's
Vera had just ordered her newest pet it she knew this one would be nice heck it cost her almost 2 thousand what she was reading for the price of him was all it was worth he had a cock about a foot long the most any of her normal pets had was 8 inches and htat was on a good day she knew she was gonna have fun with this one as she just waited in the living room for the door to open and her to get up and open that door she was a red haired young girl who had inhearted a fortune from her deceased parents at the age of 14 she is 19 now and she is just a nymphmaniac but she loved it
Part 1 - Mine(Rewrite)
Vera sat there, poised on the sofa that was islanded in the middle of her lavish living room. Soft red Italian leather—a perfect compliment to her smooth skin and scarlet hair. She was anxious, very anxious and her heart beat fluttered at the thought of her new pet. He was coming today and she couldn’t help but imagine all the fun she would have with him. Soon the large oak entrance doors would open to reveal her new…pleasure. He’d better be worth the money, she thought imagining him, since he cost a small fortune. Twenty thousand was the asking price, a bit much but worth it if he was as well endowed as was boasted. Nearly twelve inches! A substantial increase over her other pets. Her body wet as her thoughts strayed to the new activities she would try…
At a mere fourteen, her parent died, leaving a fortune in their wake. A fortune that had been well spent cultivating her…desires. She had developed quite a lust for sexual activities and wasn’t at all reserved about it—because she loved every moment, especially those that were with her pets. She owned a few, and they had given her a small thirst for power. Not the kind of forceful mannerism befitting a dominatrix, but a softer and more sensuous form of control. Her relationships were more like that of a master over an obedient cat. And her newest addition would receive all of her attention.
Part 2 - Mine
Time ticked by and he couldn’t help but notice the road curve and sway. The car ride seemed to take forever and countless thoughts fluttered in and out the boy’s mind. Under the blindfold he could make out glimmers of sunlight and green, maybe trees. His new master seemed to live somewhere near the woods. Somewhere near nature. This stirred him, for he often enjoyed spending time outside, when it was allowed, with his trainer. She had been kind, but strict. And time and experience with her had taught him many things about his new life. His new self. He wondered about his new master. His trainer had only told him her gender, nothing more. She would be his mistress.
…
He was curious.
Countless thoughts about her looks or tastes, expressions and emotions. Would she be kind and soft or hard and mean. Experience had taught him he was sensitive and frail, and thoughts of roughness and pain made him wince, perspire. But sometimes pain was necessary and sometimes it felt…interesting. He preferred a soft touch and skinship, however his trainer had made him taste everything. She taught him about the sadder lots that were sometimes the fate of pets, and prepared him for the worst.
Pets. Not quite servants and not quite slaves. He hadn’t learnt any skills other than those erotic since he was eight. He couldn’t cook or clean, he was clumsy and shy; though, his trainer had been kind enough to teach him reading and speech, a reward for good behavior.
He was sold when he was eight. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father was a drunk and gambler. When his father died, all the debt came upon him. Money owed to shady people. Money they took from the boy’s body. He had experienced hell for two years when his trainer came for him. He had always been cute, for a guy, and that was just her type…and the type of her—products. She was his caretaker, mother, sister, friend…and mistress. Mistress. He had never known her by any other name and would leave her, never knowing her name. A brief sadness overcame him. Then the thought struck him.
…
He now has a new mistress.
And once again his thoughts fell upon her.
Would she have him call her by her name? Maybe mistress? Maybe something else.
What were her eyes like? He had always had a fascination for staring at his mistresses eyes.
What bout her hair? Figure? Status?
Would she feed him nicely, or starve him for days like the sorry pets from tales his mistress warned him with.
And as more thoughts fluttered about, the car came to slow halt. They had arrived.
He was led from his seat still blindfolded, past the smell of flowers, up long steps, to a stop in front of the doors of his new life. Blind fold removed, light pierced his eyes and he looked around dazed. The sound of steps approached the doors. Big doors. And there they opened revealing his new master. She stood for a moment that seemed to last forever to him. Staring at him. Seizing him. He stood there, meek, shy. He was tall. His hair a bit long, just past eye length, covering one eye. Blonde. Dark blonde. His skin slightly pale. Sensitive. And then her eyes traveled to his. Staring into him. He blushed. And shyed away his pretty eyes. Eyes deep as the ocean, and the color of an endless sky. And for that he was named.
Her eyes fell upon the black collar. On which a silver plate was riveted strongly to the leather. And etched upon the metal was four letters. His pet name.
S K Y E
Part 3 - Elana's
Elana waited and waited until she heard the knock at the door she walked up opening the door as she looked inside and saw her newest pet. He looked very young no more than 16 or 17. A couple years younger than herself.
Her green eyes complimented her fiery red hair as she just looked over the boy.
"So you are my newest pet Skye did I say it right? no matter My name is Vera you can call me whatever you like just nothing voulger I may not be much older than you but I have bought you as my pet now you will obey me. I will not be cruel I will not be mean I will not force you to cook I have a chef for that I will not force you to do anything as far as cleaning or anything like that goes. However I will be changing those clothes but for now I have been promised a slave with um how you should say extra accesaries" she says looking down at his cock hoping that he caught what she was meaning
"SO follow me upstairs and I will show you your room once we are their I will leave you to take off yoru clothes get yourself hard. I will have a book up their with some immages if you need it, and then you will come back downstairs and meet me in the living room so I can see what I have bought"
She says cutely smiling as well as she turns and starts walking up the stairs she was 19 but she knew how to get someone's attention she had the cute little charm of a teenager as well as she walked him up and just smiled opening the door as the taller person walked through the door and she closed the door behind him and then went downstairs to the living room laying down and ordering food for both of them and setting out some clothes for her pet
"This shall be fun I can feel it" she says giggling again to herself
(and if you want something of a refernce for how she looks its preety much the girl from agent aika but with green eyes and red hair)
Part 4 - Mine
The room was small but by no means cheap. The furniture was solid wood and the décor seemed most exquisite. Warm light floated in from the curtains. There was a bed—neatly made, a small desk and journal—he presumed for writing, and small chair accompanying the desk. He had also been granted a small armoire—which seemed barely room enough for a few days clothes. By the looks of things he wasn’t meant to spend most of his time in his room. Staring at the bed he wondered if he’d be sleeping alone most of the nights or with his new mistress—he preferred the warmth of another person when he slept, though he didn’t hold out for hope.
As he began undressing, he couldn’t help but blush. Despite all his training he had never been able to overcome his natural shyness, a trait that made him quite unique as far as pets go; though, like them, he had developed quite a liking and accustoment to erotic things. His mistress wished him hard, which wasn’t difficult considering the tension he had built, thinking about her and the things they would do, had excited him. Looking at the erotic material scattered about on the desk and bed, caused him to wonder about what she had in store for him—a stimulus far better for him than anything some still images and figures could provide.
Almost completely hard, he proceeded to leave his small room, and venture trepidly down the stairs. His embarrassment gave him butterflies, this mixed with a growing arousal made him a bit confused.
As he entered the living room, his mistress sat seductively laid upon the leather sofa. Clothes laid about the floor, arranged in various outfits—for whom he could only presume was him.
He looked at his mistress he felt embarrassed, unable to even greet her, and shyed from her gaze, occasionally attempting to steal glances of her beautiful emerald eyes. Eyes that poured over him, scanning every centimeter of his body…raping him. The very feel of her gaze was enough to arouse him further, and his body reflected this by stiffening even more the part of his body she was absorbedly staring at. He blushed and looking up to see if she had taken notice. But she had, for she was being very attentive to every little detail of his body. And as he raised his eyes to hers, she looked up to match them. Their eyes locked for a moment as each was transfixed with the other. But their gaze was soon broken by the returning embarrassment within him, and once again he shyed from her eyes. This amused her…
“Does my looking arouse you? Are you turned on by the gaze of your new mistress?” she asked pointedly...seductively.
He could but only nod.
“Why do you not speak...why do you shy away from me? You aren’t perhaps…ashamed? No…you’re…embarrassed! How cute! How…delightful. But, it is rude to answer you master with such lazy gestures. Now tell me pet: Are you aroused, standing there under you’re master’s watch?”
Upon her remark, he remember his place. Slowly he raised his gaze to just below her eye level. “...Y-yes…Mistress…I am...turned on by your watching me.” His cheeks flushed a deep red.
“That’s a bit better… Now then, what shall we do with you?” A light smirk resided upon her face as she toyed with her pet. The tension stimulated him—and she knew it. He was hers now, and she intended to take her time to savor every moment with him.
Part 5 - Elana's
She looks him over just giggling looking at his well toned body, the lock cock for which she purchased him, the ever so patiant look in his eyes as he watched her walking around him eyeing him like a hawk. she every so softly reaches down and grabs his ass.
"Well what do we have hear a nice ass. I knew I would be making a good purchase."
She says as she stops walking around and stands in front of him. She then starts to unbutton her shirt ever so slowly as her chest started to expand slightly as it was being held in tightly by the jacket. She was wearing as she took it off she was sitting in front of him with just a plain old t-shirt on that had the word fun on it.
"As you can see I am just like any other Teenager with a large amnount of money is the only differance."
She says giggling once more as she then removes her elegant skirt her being in panties and her usual t-shirt she was good but forceful to her pets. She would let them do as they pleased until they were called upon they could leave the house, they could do anything they please, they could even run off and try to make a useless escape attempt but they wouldnt get far the forrest that surrond the house had traps set just in case of such a feet, but why would they want to escape this is preety much a life of luxory getting ot have sex with a young girl who no matter how much she had sex would still have a tight young slit on her, and her virgin ass who she was still waiting for a slave that she would give the opportunity to take that one last virginity away from her
"So do you want the honor of taking off my shirt and removing my bra?"
She says as he nods and slowly removes the shirt him blushing even more as her boobs did a little flop out of the shirt the bra just being a light blue with little daisies on it as she stood in front of him and turned around so he could un-clip the bra. As he unclipped it down went the bra against the ground and her boobs flop out them being a big size not huge, but large by some standards as she just lets him look her over for a second her elegant and young body.
"Now I want you to lay down and I am gonna give you a little pleasure before I have mine. This is what I always do first my slaves get to have a blow job and then the fun stuff starts."
Vera says with a little giggle and then moving him over to the couch and putting him down and gets in between his legs her still being in her panties for now but she would soon have those off as well but not now she was still gonna let him immagine what was behind those panties. As she takes a little lick of his shaft. laping up his balls for a couple of seconds and then moving up and starts to take a little sucking of his head. she wasnt used to working with such a long cock but she was managing as she takes one more prod of her lips and then starts to drop her head his cock sliding into her mouth. Her licking it while it was inside of her mouth as she then starts to let it go a little deeper her head bouncing up and down on his cock
I actually kept an ongoing rewrite but I lost it.
...
Anyway. Thought I'd post it for the good of the community. Comments and critiques welcomed.
Part 1 - Elana's
Vera had just ordered her newest pet it she knew this one would be nice heck it cost her almost 2 thousand what she was reading for the price of him was all it was worth he had a cock about a foot long the most any of her normal pets had was 8 inches and htat was on a good day she knew she was gonna have fun with this one as she just waited in the living room for the door to open and her to get up and open that door she was a red haired young girl who had inhearted a fortune from her deceased parents at the age of 14 she is 19 now and she is just a nymphmaniac but she loved it
Part 1 - Mine(Rewrite)
Vera sat there, poised on the sofa that was islanded in the middle of her lavish living room. Soft red Italian leather—a perfect compliment to her smooth skin and scarlet hair. She was anxious, very anxious and her heart beat fluttered at the thought of her new pet. He was coming today and she couldn’t help but imagine all the fun she would have with him. Soon the large oak entrance doors would open to reveal her new…pleasure. He’d better be worth the money, she thought imagining him, since he cost a small fortune. Twenty thousand was the asking price, a bit much but worth it if he was as well endowed as was boasted. Nearly twelve inches! A substantial increase over her other pets. Her body wet as her thoughts strayed to the new activities she would try…
At a mere fourteen, her parent died, leaving a fortune in their wake. A fortune that had been well spent cultivating her…desires. She had developed quite a lust for sexual activities and wasn’t at all reserved about it—because she loved every moment, especially those that were with her pets. She owned a few, and they had given her a small thirst for power. Not the kind of forceful mannerism befitting a dominatrix, but a softer and more sensuous form of control. Her relationships were more like that of a master over an obedient cat. And her newest addition would receive all of her attention.
Part 2 - Mine
Time ticked by and he couldn’t help but notice the road curve and sway. The car ride seemed to take forever and countless thoughts fluttered in and out the boy’s mind. Under the blindfold he could make out glimmers of sunlight and green, maybe trees. His new master seemed to live somewhere near the woods. Somewhere near nature. This stirred him, for he often enjoyed spending time outside, when it was allowed, with his trainer. She had been kind, but strict. And time and experience with her had taught him many things about his new life. His new self. He wondered about his new master. His trainer had only told him her gender, nothing more. She would be his mistress.
…
He was curious.
Countless thoughts about her looks or tastes, expressions and emotions. Would she be kind and soft or hard and mean. Experience had taught him he was sensitive and frail, and thoughts of roughness and pain made him wince, perspire. But sometimes pain was necessary and sometimes it felt…interesting. He preferred a soft touch and skinship, however his trainer had made him taste everything. She taught him about the sadder lots that were sometimes the fate of pets, and prepared him for the worst.
Pets. Not quite servants and not quite slaves. He hadn’t learnt any skills other than those erotic since he was eight. He couldn’t cook or clean, he was clumsy and shy; though, his trainer had been kind enough to teach him reading and speech, a reward for good behavior.
He was sold when he was eight. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father was a drunk and gambler. When his father died, all the debt came upon him. Money owed to shady people. Money they took from the boy’s body. He had experienced hell for two years when his trainer came for him. He had always been cute, for a guy, and that was just her type…and the type of her—products. She was his caretaker, mother, sister, friend…and mistress. Mistress. He had never known her by any other name and would leave her, never knowing her name. A brief sadness overcame him. Then the thought struck him.
…
He now has a new mistress.
And once again his thoughts fell upon her.
Would she have him call her by her name? Maybe mistress? Maybe something else.
What were her eyes like? He had always had a fascination for staring at his mistresses eyes.
What bout her hair? Figure? Status?
Would she feed him nicely, or starve him for days like the sorry pets from tales his mistress warned him with.
And as more thoughts fluttered about, the car came to slow halt. They had arrived.
He was led from his seat still blindfolded, past the smell of flowers, up long steps, to a stop in front of the doors of his new life. Blind fold removed, light pierced his eyes and he looked around dazed. The sound of steps approached the doors. Big doors. And there they opened revealing his new master. She stood for a moment that seemed to last forever to him. Staring at him. Seizing him. He stood there, meek, shy. He was tall. His hair a bit long, just past eye length, covering one eye. Blonde. Dark blonde. His skin slightly pale. Sensitive. And then her eyes traveled to his. Staring into him. He blushed. And shyed away his pretty eyes. Eyes deep as the ocean, and the color of an endless sky. And for that he was named.
Her eyes fell upon the black collar. On which a silver plate was riveted strongly to the leather. And etched upon the metal was four letters. His pet name.
S K Y E
Part 3 - Elana's
Elana waited and waited until she heard the knock at the door she walked up opening the door as she looked inside and saw her newest pet. He looked very young no more than 16 or 17. A couple years younger than herself.
Her green eyes complimented her fiery red hair as she just looked over the boy.
"So you are my newest pet Skye did I say it right? no matter My name is Vera you can call me whatever you like just nothing voulger I may not be much older than you but I have bought you as my pet now you will obey me. I will not be cruel I will not be mean I will not force you to cook I have a chef for that I will not force you to do anything as far as cleaning or anything like that goes. However I will be changing those clothes but for now I have been promised a slave with um how you should say extra accesaries" she says looking down at his cock hoping that he caught what she was meaning
"SO follow me upstairs and I will show you your room once we are their I will leave you to take off yoru clothes get yourself hard. I will have a book up their with some immages if you need it, and then you will come back downstairs and meet me in the living room so I can see what I have bought"
She says cutely smiling as well as she turns and starts walking up the stairs she was 19 but she knew how to get someone's attention she had the cute little charm of a teenager as well as she walked him up and just smiled opening the door as the taller person walked through the door and she closed the door behind him and then went downstairs to the living room laying down and ordering food for both of them and setting out some clothes for her pet
"This shall be fun I can feel it" she says giggling again to herself
(and if you want something of a refernce for how she looks its preety much the girl from agent aika but with green eyes and red hair)
Part 4 - Mine
The room was small but by no means cheap. The furniture was solid wood and the décor seemed most exquisite. Warm light floated in from the curtains. There was a bed—neatly made, a small desk and journal—he presumed for writing, and small chair accompanying the desk. He had also been granted a small armoire—which seemed barely room enough for a few days clothes. By the looks of things he wasn’t meant to spend most of his time in his room. Staring at the bed he wondered if he’d be sleeping alone most of the nights or with his new mistress—he preferred the warmth of another person when he slept, though he didn’t hold out for hope.
As he began undressing, he couldn’t help but blush. Despite all his training he had never been able to overcome his natural shyness, a trait that made him quite unique as far as pets go; though, like them, he had developed quite a liking and accustoment to erotic things. His mistress wished him hard, which wasn’t difficult considering the tension he had built, thinking about her and the things they would do, had excited him. Looking at the erotic material scattered about on the desk and bed, caused him to wonder about what she had in store for him—a stimulus far better for him than anything some still images and figures could provide.
Almost completely hard, he proceeded to leave his small room, and venture trepidly down the stairs. His embarrassment gave him butterflies, this mixed with a growing arousal made him a bit confused.
As he entered the living room, his mistress sat seductively laid upon the leather sofa. Clothes laid about the floor, arranged in various outfits—for whom he could only presume was him.
He looked at his mistress he felt embarrassed, unable to even greet her, and shyed from her gaze, occasionally attempting to steal glances of her beautiful emerald eyes. Eyes that poured over him, scanning every centimeter of his body…raping him. The very feel of her gaze was enough to arouse him further, and his body reflected this by stiffening even more the part of his body she was absorbedly staring at. He blushed and looking up to see if she had taken notice. But she had, for she was being very attentive to every little detail of his body. And as he raised his eyes to hers, she looked up to match them. Their eyes locked for a moment as each was transfixed with the other. But their gaze was soon broken by the returning embarrassment within him, and once again he shyed from her eyes. This amused her…
“Does my looking arouse you? Are you turned on by the gaze of your new mistress?” she asked pointedly...seductively.
He could but only nod.
“Why do you not speak...why do you shy away from me? You aren’t perhaps…ashamed? No…you’re…embarrassed! How cute! How…delightful. But, it is rude to answer you master with such lazy gestures. Now tell me pet: Are you aroused, standing there under you’re master’s watch?”
Upon her remark, he remember his place. Slowly he raised his gaze to just below her eye level. “...Y-yes…Mistress…I am...turned on by your watching me.” His cheeks flushed a deep red.
“That’s a bit better… Now then, what shall we do with you?” A light smirk resided upon her face as she toyed with her pet. The tension stimulated him—and she knew it. He was hers now, and she intended to take her time to savor every moment with him.
Part 5 - Elana's
She looks him over just giggling looking at his well toned body, the lock cock for which she purchased him, the ever so patiant look in his eyes as he watched her walking around him eyeing him like a hawk. she every so softly reaches down and grabs his ass.
"Well what do we have hear a nice ass. I knew I would be making a good purchase."
She says as she stops walking around and stands in front of him. She then starts to unbutton her shirt ever so slowly as her chest started to expand slightly as it was being held in tightly by the jacket. She was wearing as she took it off she was sitting in front of him with just a plain old t-shirt on that had the word fun on it.
"As you can see I am just like any other Teenager with a large amnount of money is the only differance."
She says giggling once more as she then removes her elegant skirt her being in panties and her usual t-shirt she was good but forceful to her pets. She would let them do as they pleased until they were called upon they could leave the house, they could do anything they please, they could even run off and try to make a useless escape attempt but they wouldnt get far the forrest that surrond the house had traps set just in case of such a feet, but why would they want to escape this is preety much a life of luxory getting ot have sex with a young girl who no matter how much she had sex would still have a tight young slit on her, and her virgin ass who she was still waiting for a slave that she would give the opportunity to take that one last virginity away from her
"So do you want the honor of taking off my shirt and removing my bra?"
She says as he nods and slowly removes the shirt him blushing even more as her boobs did a little flop out of the shirt the bra just being a light blue with little daisies on it as she stood in front of him and turned around so he could un-clip the bra. As he unclipped it down went the bra against the ground and her boobs flop out them being a big size not huge, but large by some standards as she just lets him look her over for a second her elegant and young body.
"Now I want you to lay down and I am gonna give you a little pleasure before I have mine. This is what I always do first my slaves get to have a blow job and then the fun stuff starts."
Vera says with a little giggle and then moving him over to the couch and putting him down and gets in between his legs her still being in her panties for now but she would soon have those off as well but not now she was still gonna let him immagine what was behind those panties. As she takes a little lick of his shaft. laping up his balls for a couple of seconds and then moving up and starts to take a little sucking of his head. she wasnt used to working with such a long cock but she was managing as she takes one more prod of her lips and then starts to drop her head his cock sliding into her mouth. Her licking it while it was inside of her mouth as she then starts to let it go a little deeper her head bouncing up and down on his cock
I actually kept an ongoing rewrite but I lost it.
...
Anyway. Thought I'd post it for the good of the community. Comments and critiques welcomed.