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Business as Usual {Niksis x Ms Catailia}

Despite how hard she had tried to word her question so it was be easy to answer, he gave her the same explanation he had this morning. As long as she did what was asked of her, he would give her everything he promised, everything she wanted. That was not the answer she was looking for, that did not explain anything to her about what would be asked of her. What exactly did he expect from her? She had never done anything like this before and she was afraid that she had gotten in way over her head. Losing control was such a scary thing to do. But he offered to show her instead of explain it. Sophie wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that but she nodded and got up from the table as well, following close behind him as her mind raced with thoughts about what he might do. Would she have to do something? Was this where it would all start, the trianing he had spoken of in the basement?

Every step through the house made her stomach tighten from nerves. Her heart began beating faster as she recognized the hallways they were beginning to go down. Confirming her anxious thoughts, they made it to his bedroon, the one she recognized and remembered waking up in that morning. He asked for her trust and she just stared at him for a moment, trying to keep her breathing normal. She had never cheated before, not once in any of her relationships, was she about to now? With her own boss no less? She wanted desperately to feel the way she had before though, the way he had made her feel in the basement and the glimps of it she had had when she first arrived her tonight. Taking in a deep breath, she nodded. "Yes, sir. I can trust you." For the second time that day, her voice sounded foreign to her ears. Pet had eagerly emerged and was willing to do anything to feel that love she had only had a taste of that morning.
 
Troy nodded then, he had got the confirmation he was looking for. Not that it was final, not that it really changed much, but he wanted to hear it from her lips, he wanted her to hear it from her lips. With a confident smile on his lips, a smile caused by her words, Troy stepped closer to Pet again, close enough for him to smell her, and her to smell him. He wanted her to smell him, to have his scent associated with something good, something she wanted. It was a mental thing, a subconscious thing, but he wanted it regardless. It was important that her mind accepted Pet as a good thing, not something to be afraid of, something to fight. So again, he stepped close. Close enough that his toned, muscled chest was brushing against hers, though without actually doing so. His hands soft, calm as he brushed a stray curl back behind her ear and allowed the finger to slide down her cheek, slowly, softly, gently.

His deep blue orbs locked with her green, he wanted her to keep the gaze, to look at him as he slowly began to fidget with the bowtie she had around her neck. It was getting in the way, it was restricting his touch. A touch that he required to show her. Sex had not been his intention. Sex would come later, come naturally. For now, he wanted the control. He knew, or at least hoped, that she already understood that sex would be a part of it. That, he didn't have to show her. She had seen it on the pictures, that had been her only reference. What she missed was the feelings, the thoughts and the pleasure. She had seen the sex, not the mind.

Undoing the fabric around her neck, he allowed the straps to fall wherever they might. With her neck free, and what remained of the marks that Christopher had left, marks he did not comment on though instead he leaned in closer and brushed his lips against where the bruises were, gently, softly. He kept them there, his warm breath caressing the irritated skin before he'd kiss it, a gentle kiss as he allowed a fingertip to glide down her spine. In essence, it was foreplay. One, long foreplay that would lead to nothing. At least, not something he had planned or expected. As he kept her there, close against him he brushed his lips against the bruised skin once more, allowing his breath to lick at her skin while his fingers slowly began to pull at her blouse. "I expect you to please me, my beautiful pet. You are expected to love me, like a pet would love her owner. To satisfy me, mentally, physically and... sexually. In return, I will love you. In return, I will satisfy you, mentally, physically and sexually." He whispered softly only once he would have seen, or felt her shivers, her goosebumps. "I will show you pleasure unlike anything you have ever felt before, unlike anything you've ever dreamt of or seen before. In return, I will teach you what you need to know to be a perfect pet. To please your Master." he continued, finally telling her the truth of what he expected of her.

That's when he stepped around her again, making sure his lips still hovered inches from her tanned skin as his hands pulled the blouse over her head fully in a single, swift move. "I will love you, Pet. I will give you the attention you deserve and the love that you earn. All you have to do is let go, to accept, to obey."

There was more, far more. However those would serve for a reference for now. Things like how to address him, how to walk, how to act and how to dress. He would teach her, show her. But she needed to know the basics of what was expected. Love, was what was expected. Though perhaps not the love she knew, or the love she imagined. No, a deeper sort of love, real love. Not a sexual love, the relationship between Master and Pet is more than just sex, it's more than just carnal pleasure. He could speak the words to her, but he wasn't sure if she would understand. No, a relationship like the one Troy offered, was one of mutual respect and admiration and trust. Trust, that one could give themselves to the other fully and not have it abused, not have it exploited. Trust that no matter what happened, they would have each other. Master and Pet. Trust that they would be best friends and lovers.
 
Sophie noticed the smile come to his lips at her words. It filled her with an unknown feeling, one she didn't have time to analyze before he stepped closer, so close. She could easily just lean forward and her head would be resting on his chest. He was so close she could smell the cologne. It was breathed into her body and memorized. Something about it smelled so nice, it reminded her of laying out in the grass on a warm afternoon and watching the clouds. It was fresh and clean, not overly perfumed. It brought a comfort over her, it relaxed her. This was further effective by the faint touch of his finger brushing the hair behind her ear and then trailing down her cheek. She couldn't help as she leaned toward his touch, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation. She wasn't used to being touched so carefully, to being treated so delicately. But her eyes were open once more, on his when he pulled his touch away.

She kept his gaze as he worked on her bow. She knew from Christopher how much a man liked to look into his woman's eyes. She didn't mind it either though sometimes she found herself embarrassed when he could see something in them that she wanted to hide. Right now though, she didn't want to hide. She wanted Master to see her desire and trust as she felt the bow come loose and the straps fall from her neck, exposing the bruises underneath. He didn't seem to react to them but she watched as he leaned forward. Her pulse picked up, but not from fear or anxiety, instead it was because of anticipation. Sophie felt his warm breath first and then his lips barely grazed the sensitive darkened skin.  He lingered there long enough for her eyes to start to close from the relaxation caused by his warm breath against such a sore spot. Then she felt the kiss, accented by the touch of his finger down her spine. The combined sensations caused her to arch her back, pressing her chest against him more. It caused a soft audible breathe to leave her parted lips.

Sophie stood there with her eyes closed, her body pressed close to his as she stood in his embrace. His warm breath soothed the soreness of her bruises and the sensation caused by his fingers grabbing her shirt sent a direct wave of desire between her legs and to the peaks of her chest beneath her bra. And then he spoke in that mythical voice saying such tantalizing words as he explained to her what the relationship between them would mean. It caused her body to tremble, small bumps to raise on her skin, even a soft whimper to escape those parted lips. Yes, right now she would do anything to please Master just to continue to feel like this. He spoke once more and she could feel the heat in her body begin to radiate outward toward him. He was already showing her a pleasure she had never known. She had never felt so aroused by such a sensual situation. It was like slow torture in a way, drawing out every sensation for an infinite amount of time.

There was a sense of disappointment when he pulled away from in front of her and moved around her, but she could still feel that soft caress of his breath on her neck. Opening her eyes to a half lidded gaze, she showed no resistance as he slipped her blouse off and left her standing there with her erect nipples straining against the thin lace fabric of her bra. She wasn't shy, she didn't mind. She wanted him to see her like this as he spoke once more. She understood now that there needed to be no concern over what he would ask for. All she needed to worry about was making sure she did as told and she could continue to feel this amazing relaxation and ease. "Yes, master..." Pet spoke breathlessly to acknowledge her understanding of the conditions betweem them.
 
Troy ran a finger against the edge of her bra. From her spine and around, tracing just around the lacy fabric as he circled around the edges of her large orbs. He wanted to tease her, give her a feeling of want, need and lust. But it did not need to end in anything, not yet, not unless she wanted it. No, he would use this time, this hold he had gotten over her to teach her, show her what is expected of her. She had asked and he had promised to show her. Slowly, just as slowly as before, the tip of a finger began to trace down the flat of her stomach until it eventually reached the edge of her skirt once again, just like it had that morning. It restricted him, hid from him what was his, what he wanted. Once there, the finger once more began to move, tracing against her tanned, soft skin until it eventually reached the zipper on the back, he'd grip at it and playfully tug at it, teasing her with what's to come. "Feels good, doesn't it my pet?" he whispered again, his words pouring into her ear with that same softness, that same love as he had spoken in before. A stark contrast to the loud and egotistical Troy from work, Master was soft, quiet. Master was gentle and caring.

Continuing his explanation, he whispered again "While in this house, you will address me as Master, and Master only." he instructed now. He hadn't minded her calling him Sir before, it was an acceptable title, but between them, it was a relic of the outside world, a relic of their other selves. Sophie and Troy. No, Pet and Master needed to be something else, something more. So Sir would not suffice. "In this house, you will wear only what I allow and only what I allow." he further explained, he had told her what would be expected of her, and of him. Now he was setting the rules, basic ones at first, rules that should be easy to remember and easier to follow. More would come in time, she was new to it, he didn't want to overwhelm her. "And finally, for now, in this house, you are not allowed to give yourself physical pleasure without asking for it first." That last one was a weird one, compared. But he needed to make her know, he would tease her, love her and leave her there, on the edge wanting more. But he didn't want her to finish what he started, if it was something she ever considered he didn't know. But the rules were made clear.

As he explained those three rules, he allowed the fingers gripping the zipper to her skirt to move down, pulling the metal with it. He wanted the fabric of her skirt to be gone, he wanted to see what she hid underneath. And as he pulled at the only thing keeping said fabric in place, Troy kissed his way down her spine slowly, teasingly slow. Until his kissing had reached the trim of her panties where he'd stop though still keeping his lips inches from her skin, allowing his warm breath to caress her still.
 
She could feel his fingers now, taking advantage of her of her exposed bra. Those fingers tracing over her sensitive sides and leaving a faint tingling reminder of where he had touched around her breasts. It caused her to shiver yet again, the touch so soft it almost tickled her skin. Then she felt them move down, trailing her stomach which caused her to take a sharp breath in, as her body tried to pull away from such a teasing sensation. At her skirt now, she could feel her heart in her chest, beating heavily against her ribs as she eagerly anticipated what was to come. Her eyes had closed once more so she could focus solely on his touch and this feeling he gave her. She could feel herself already damp between her legs from arousal and then she felt his finger come around and toy with that zipper. Inside her head Pet was begging for it to be removed but Sophie held her back. Pride.

He spoke and it sent another shudder through her. His words were so brash and it was obvious how much he was teasing her, enjoying her body react to such faint touches and temptations. His voice was still so quiet and soft, still causing her such relief to hear, as though every time he spoke, mo matter what he said, his voice was telling her she'd be okay. And she was. She was more than okay. These amazing sensations were driving Pet lustful. He was giving her rules now and she tried focusing on what he was saying and not all the thrills he was causing her to feel. Calling him Master was the first one. That was easy now, Sophie had let go of her concern for using that title, calling him Master would come on instinct.

The second one should be easy, but she may not like that rule all the time. Sophie enjoyed being sexy, yes, but she wasn't one to really show her body off outside of clothes. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her body, that was far from the case since she took such good care of it, but more so that it was for her to see, it was her body. She would be giving him her body. But as of this moment she didn't care. Pet was begging for more. Pet wanted to do anything and everything he asked of her. Pet wanted more rules, more ways to please Master, please the man who made her feel this way.

The third rule would be the most difficult, especially as he was arousing her right now. Sophie used masturbation as a means of stress relief. She had become accustomed to doing it a few times a week, sometimes even everyday on really bad weeks. And now she could feel that her arousal was becoming full. She would feel desperate for a climax soon. And he was telling her only he could allow it, only he could deliver it. She couldn't even go off to the bathroom to handle herself, she would be desperate for him and him alone to give her that gift. It was thrilling to think about, and terrifying at the same time.

She had hoped though, with him undressing her as she felt the zipper of her skirt finally come down, that he might just satisfy her after all this teasing. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if he didn't. Especially so as he sent soft kisses down her spine. She gasped from the first one, the ones that followed were met with a low, quiet moan as her body again tried to escape the fleeting touch of his lips. She was left feeling his breath on her lace and it was everything she could do not to whimper and squirm away out of sexual frustration.
 
It would be so easy for him, so easy for Troy, for Master to throw her over the edge. He could tell she wanted it, but he wasn't ready to allow it. She wanted to know what was expected of her, obedience both of her mind and her body would be expected. He had promised to show her and now he was showing her. Sure, she was beautiful and sexy, with and without clothes. He had removed her blouse and skirt because he could, that simple. Because he wanted to show her that he was in control, that even if her mind was still fighting him, her body was not. Yet at the same time, he understood and respected that she had a boyfriend. Would it be cheating though? Would she be cheating on Christopher if Troy allowed her release? He had barely touched her, sure he had kissed her, but did that count? Such thoughts went through Troy's head, not because it mattered in the moment, but because it would matter once the moment was over.

Deciding that no, it wouldn't be cheating, it would be her own choice, Troy finally allowed her skirt to fall to the ground entirely. Leaving the tanned beauty standing in garter belt, lace and bra only. Now that was sexy. "Did Pet put this on just for me?" he asked. It was not the same undergarments she had worn the night before, he had checked, of course. But there was a problem, it belonged to Sophie, not Pet. It didn't matter now, he was enjoying the control too much to bother with such a trivial thing, for now. So instead, he allowed his kissing to move again as he slowly kissed his way from her lower back to her side and eventually to the flat of her stomach again, tracing the very edge of her panties as he did so. He was teasing her, that much was clear. Foreplay, foreplay without an end.

That's when he kissed his way up again, up the flat of her well toned stomach, up the right under one of her breasts. He'd linger there, just below before moving up again, landing a kiss right where her hardened nipple threatened to rip through the bra and further up still. Stopping just after he had kissed her on her high collarbone, another beautiful feature of hers. "I have a gift for you, my beautiful, obedient Pet." he whispered, "Does Pet want a gift?"
 
The action of her skirt falling from her hips to her ankles had a profound effect on her. She had just given this man, her boss, access to her body to do with it what he pleased. She had commited fully and completely to whatever he deemed fit for her, including dictating whatever she wore. Yes, the undergarments were Sophie's, but Pet was the only one who would be willing to stand there for his eyes to take in. Pet was the only one making those lacy panties moist with arousal. Pet was the only one giving him access to all of it. And she wanted to give him access to so much more when she felt his lips brushing around her side now to her stomach.

It was hard for Sophie to maintain some sort of control over Pet's urges. Pet wanted to be on her knees at this very moment ripping open Master's pants. Sophie was the one standing there as still as she could, afraid any little movement would let desperate neglected Pet gain control. Sophie hadn't had good sexual pleasure in well over a year. Anytime Christopher and her did anything sexual, it was while he was drunk and in control. She had no say and in the end it always hurt or made her feel disgusting. Before Christopher lost his job, Sophie actively had sex multiple times a week. She enjoyed herself with him and all the men before him as well. It was a much better tension reliever than masturbation ever was. That was what made Pet so desperate. It had been far to long since Sophie had felt a man treat her well and get her to that peak.

Sophie could feel her heart rate go up again as he began kissing closer and closer to her aroused breasts. She could feel his breath on her skin just under the right one. Her breathing picked up, causing her to part her lips just enough to get some extra oxygen. Opening her eyes, she allowed herself a glance down just as he placed a kiss on one of her sensitive nubs through the fabric. It caused her to gasp, her body grew rigid as she quickly pulled her head back in a straight position. Her eyes were closed, her teeth pinching her bottom lip between them. She had to maintain control. She couldn't be reduced to pleading and begging. But his kisses continued, stopping on her collarbone. Her body felt so hot she was sure she had a fever now. And his words, his voice, they sent a chill through her. She felt her heart may burst from the amount of blood flow. She had to take calming breaths, she had to control herself, she couldn't beg. Pet was begging lustfully inside of her but Sophie contained her.

"Yes, master. Please." It was still pleading but at least it wasn't begging.
 
Her words, her tone, it made Troy smile even more. He had her under his control, ready, willing and eager to obey. He could tell from her goosebumps, from her shivers and from her ragged, lustful breath. She was ready for him and god only knew how ready he was for her. But tonight was not about him, it was about her, about Pet. She needed love, attention. He wanted to give this to her and more. And when she confirmed to wanting his gift, he stood up straight again as he placed a hand on Pet's cheek. "Then go lie down on the bed, my wonderful Pet. Lie down and I'll give you my gift." He was teasing her, even now. His gift was not what he thought, she thought. Judging from the dampness forming between her legs, slowly darkening the fabric of her red lace, he could tell just how much she enjoyed it, and he had just begun. This would prove to be a long night indeed.

Yet his gift was not one of lust or the release Pet so craved. It was something more, something better. Yet he knew that she might not understand, that she might not approve. Still, it was a gift from Master to his Pet. So when she would eventually lie down on the bed, Troy reached for something inside one of the closets. He had picked it himself, it had meaning, it was personal. As he stood there next to the bed, observing an enjoying the sight of his Pet all sprawled on the bed, all but begging for his touch, Troy reached down with one hand and allowed the tip of a finger to barely brush against the damp fabric of her undergarments. Another ghost of a touch, a promise of what might come if she obeyed, a promise of what he wanted. He'd run the tip of the finger along the length of her sex, making sure his touch was felt running just on the edges of her lower lips. It was another tease, another thing he did to keep her attention on him, to keep her docile and willing. "You want release, don't you Pet? You're already so wet and we've barely begun." he was mocking her, toying with her. He was fully aware of the effect he had on her mind and her body. It was clear as day, yet he was teasing her, sexually, mentally and verbally. "Is it hard, not touching yourself? You want to touch yourself, don't you Pet?" Troy continued in that soft, teasing voice.

He held something behind his back, something he wanted to give her, something of great significance to her new life. But he wanted her to earn it, he needed to know if she was really ready. Sure, at this point he was pretty sure he could get her to do anything, if only he promised her a release. And he might have been partially abusing this state, though unintentionally. Troy just loved to have his control and his power affirmed.
 
He seemed pleased by her words and she was reward as he touched her cheek and told her to go lie down. With only one thing on her mind she assumed he would be giving her release and it was all she could to control her excitement as she turned away from him and crawled onto the bed. Her hips swayed some as she moved to the middle of the bed, expecting that was where he would want her, before turning her body and laying on her back. Pet wondered how she should lay to please her Master best. Lewd positions came to mind but Sophie would only allow so much from her own will. She ended up settling on having her legs slightly spread and her arms loosely near her sides. She positioned just in time as his gaze returned to her, suddenly setting her body on fire once more as his eyes scanned over her body. This was all so erotic.

Master seemed pleased with the sight as he came to stand at her side, one hand hiding something behind his back while his other reached forward between her legs. She gasped and then whimpered softly as she felt the faint touch of his finger run the length of her moist panties. It sent shockwaves through to her every nerve and left a lustful look on her face as her eyes stayed on him, her breathing becoming heavy again. His words hit to her core and Sophie couldn't stop Pet from nodding at her words, her eyes pleading with him to give her release. His next questions made a soft tint come to her cheeks as she whimpered once more, her fingers grasping at the blanket beneath her. "Y-yes, master," she answered honestly in a meek voice. Pet was growing highly impatient and Sophie was sure how much longer she could hold back and deal with all this teasing.
 
Troy sat down on the bed next to her then, to be closer. Excitement over both her words and what met his eyes was evident as something thick and large was poking the black fabric of his pants, something that clearly wanted the same attention from Pet, as Pet got from her Master. But again, he reminded himself, this was not about him. It was about her, about Pet feeling loved and cared for. About Pet feeling pleasure she had not felt before, as he had promised and it was only the start. All he had done was whisper to her, and gently touch her. There had been no, what most people would deem sexual contact, between them. Sure, he had teased her, and his touch and actions had been sensual in nature. And as he sat there, a finger idly tracing up and down the inside of her thigh as he stared into Pet's eyes, a smile grew on his lips. She was so beautiful, so helpless, so desperate for him.

So again, Troy learned down, his lips hovering inches from her ear as he whispered again, "Feels good, doesn't it? To be so helpless and at another persons control, My control. Admit it, my beautiful Pet. You love to have me take control of you, you love the way I can make your body feel with nothing but a touch and a gentle word." as to emphasize his words, the idly finger at her thigh once more began to slide up the inside of her skin and unto the lacy, damp fabric of her pants where it, with a bit more pressure than before, began to press between her folds as he made it's way up, eventually stopping right over that sensitive, precious jewel hidden beneath. "You were lost, once. Had no place to call home, no one to care for you. But I took you in, Pet. I allowed you a place to live, a place to love. Where others only sought to keep you down, I will set you free." again, his whispers were like honey, flowing easily from his lips to her ear, and each word as accompanied by a barely noticeable rub from that finger, just to remind her that it was there if nothing else.

"And as any good Pet that has found it's home, you need an owner. Someone who loves you and will care for you. I am that owner, and you are my Pet." he whispered a little louder this time as his free hand came from behind his back. He held a small leather choker. It was nondescript and looked nothing like the fetish collar that it was, yet it held so much meaning to those who knew about it, who knew what it meant and stood for. "Will you allow Master to collar you? To give Pet a home and a place to be Loved?" Troy asked. He wanted to hear her say it, her hear ask him to put it on her, to collar Pet. Even if she might not have truly understood the meaning, he wanted her to know, to associate the collar with something good. Attention, love, pleasure, company and comfort. All of those things that he had shown her to this point, he wanted those thoughts to carry into the collar, so that every time she touched it, or looked at it, she would be reminded of those things, of what Master could give. And ultimately, what Master could take away again at a moments notice.
 
Pet watched as he moved closer, sitting beside her on the bed. She could see that refrained behind those professional slacks of his, he wanted her just as badly, but he had much more experience over his control. Sophie had never had to control herself, maintaining a body that men were eager to see and use, she always had control to gain satisfaction until Christopher changed. After that she hadn't even felt a necessity for men to take and pleasure her body, at least not until Master had released Pet inside of her. Master seemed to enjoy this control over her though, running his fingers along the inside of her thigh and causing electricity to hit ever nerve in her body. This was torture, Pet needed release. It was obvious in her green orbs as she stared at him in lust.

He was enjoying this far too much and Pet was crying out silently for release. His words had their usual effect, devouring her body and will and leaving her wet and tantalized. Pet wanted to cry out in agreement to his words but Sophie held her back, instead her chest rose, as if begging for her breast to be touched as her breathing picked up. When his finger brushed over that moist fabric with more pressure, Sophie couldn't help but gasp out in pleasure, her hips rising to meet his touch as she clung desperately to the blanket beneath her. Each brush of that sensitive bud cause her body to jolt. Sophie tried with so kuch difficulty to focus on his words but that only spurred Pet more. Yes, Pet needed and owner, a Master to call her own, or rather, for someone else to call her their own. Luckily she was blessed with an amazing and wonderful Master. A Mastet bestowing her with a symbol that she was his and his alone.

Sophie was not as pleased. The collar stood for such control, tangible control, that Sophie hesitated as she stared at it. Pet eagerly accepted it but Sophie knew its implications. Accepting that collar, no matter what he may have told her before, would brand her his for a lifetime. Even while with Christopher or whomever else, she would always think back to taht collar and the one man that had owned her wholly and completely. If she accepted it, that is. He would have a control no other person in the world could have. It would be more than words, it would be something tangible. Like a contract she was putting her signature on. Sophie had to hesitate for Pet's own wellbeing. So Pet stared, completely unsure of what to do. She understood the heavy meaning behind the simple leather strap. But in the end, Pet won. Her logic prevailed with the simple fact that by accepting the collar, she was not pledging her loyalty but she was accepting that her Master's will was in her best interest, always. Pet won because, well, Master had not shown anything to believe otherwise. It was a matter of trust between them, a tangible symbol of their spoken contract. She would be tamed because that's what she wanted more than anything in the world.

"Yes master. Please claim me as yours. Please own me..." Pet was speaking, unfiltered by Sophie. Her eyes were Pet alone and only. Pet was the only one left here now.
 
Pet's words sent waves of pleasure through Troy's body. With that sentence alone, with her affirming verbally to both him and herself of what she wanted, to him, that was even better than simple release. He could always get release, but to hear those words come from her, from Pet, that he could only get once. Sure, she could say it multiple times, but it would never have the same meaning as now. He learned in again and kissed her on her bruised neck. She was beautiful, even if damaged. He didn't care, bruises would heal and he knew that while Christopher might own her physically, for now, he owned her heart and mind. Her words had confirmed that to him. "You're home now." Troy whispered softly as he placed the leather choker around her neck and locked it. It had a slightly loose fit, not enough for it to bounce around as she walked, it would be in place constantly, but he did not want it to cause her discomfort, to cause her pain.

Once the leather was in place around her neck, Troy learned in again and suckled at her earlobe before whispering again "You belong to me now, my Pet." as he whispered his words the hand that had hovered around, and toyed with, her bud moved again. Only this time, instead of brushing against the wet fabric, it instead slid under it. And that's where he felt it. Her freshly shaved mound, so smooth and perfect as his hand slowly explored further, places he could, up until now, only dream of going. And here he was, touching her, exploring her so openly, so willingly. She was still hidden from him, the red lace hiding his prize from his eyes but Troy didn't mind. Seeing her there, in her sexy undergarments only added to how sexy she was, the bright red color a stark contrast to her tanned skin, it made every little curve, every little feature stand out just that much more.

The hand roaming around beneath the red lace moved still, slowly, the tip of a finger trailed down her mound and eventually found itself burying in between her wet walls, he was searching for something, looking for that hidden treasure. He wanted to see her squirm at his touch, see the lust in her eyes as he build her up and pushed her towards the edge. He wanted to prove to her, prove to Pet, that he was in control of her body now, that pleasure would only come when he allowed it and release would have to be earned. "Kiss me." Troy ordered in his soft tone, yet, despite the softness of his words he had thrown every ounce of confidence and authority into it. It had been an order, not a request. The finger exploring her sex began to move again, slowly circling against her bud as he looked her in the eyes, he could see the lust, the need and want. It was his doing and the knowledge of him being the only one to give it to her, he made it so he could barely contain his own.
 
Her agreement now was rewarded with a kiss to her neck and those perfect words. Yes, home. She was home. Home was somewhere she would be safe. Home had comfort and would be filled with love. Home would be a welcome escape from the stressful and painful world outside. She was home. And to constantly remind her of that, Master gave her a symbol of all his promises to her. She lifted her head to help him slip it on before it was fitted to her neck and her neck alone. It really wasn't so bad. It didn't feel tight as she laid down but it was fitted at that perfect length to make sure she would always remember it was. She smiled, genuine and full. Pet was happy, pleased with her gift because it meant that Master had picked her, because it meant that she had pleased him enough to be claimed as his pet. He affirmed this even more when his lips toyed with her earlobe and said those words that sent a shiver throughout her body. It caused her to whimper and grab the blanket once more. Her resistance was wearing thin.

His hand moved though and she felt his finger trail her smooth skin as that lace stretched to accommodate the intrusion. Her breathing slow as she tried to hold it, closing her eyes, she focused solely on that finger making its way between her moist lips. A sharp gasp came from her when the intrusion entered between her tight and eager walls. His words, his order, caused her to lose focus on that finger and look up at him now. He drew her attention back down there once more when his finger found its way to her little bundle of nerves, causing a moan out of her and her back to arch so she could press into his touch. Her eyes stayed on him though, and then she reached up to press her palms to either cheek. Pulling him closer, Pet closed her eyes as her lips met with Master's. Something Sophie never would have done.
 
Troy pressed himself into the kiss. He didn't care that Sophie wouldn't have done it, Sophie wasn't here, Sophie wasn't welcome. He loved her touch, her taste and smell. The sounds she made as he teased her, as he touched and spoke to her. The finger that had been toying with her bundle of nerves was on the move again. As their tongues met, the finger slid down between her wet walls and slid into her wet cave just as he pulled from the kiss finally. "You may not cum, yet." Troy said as the finger slowly began to slide out of her, then move back in. He wanted to bring her to the edge, to tease her and toy with her. She had submitted so she deserved release. But not yet, he wanted to teach her, the longer she could hold her orgasm the better it would be.

He kept his eyes on her, taking in every action and every feature of her beautiful face as he slowly picked up the pace. He had promised her pleasure she had never had and this was just one of the many he would share with her if she stayed with him. If she kept Sophie at bay.

That's when he began to kiss his way down her neck, unto her breasts and still moving down. He wanted her taste and scent, all of her taste and scent. And judging from how wet he had made her already, there would be plenty of it.
 
The kiss enhanced the moment and intimacy between them. Pet was feeling blissful as she felt the warmth of his mouth and their tongues danced. It was a gentle kiss and yet their desire could be felt throughout it. To add to it she could feel his finger moving down once more. It was everything she could do to maintain the kiss as his finger entered her, her body arching once more as she tried to press her hips toward his finger. Her hands moved to his shoulder, grabbing the fabric there for support. She was sad to see their kiss broken but she wasn't sure if she could keep it going if he continued touching her like that. His words had a desperate look cross her expression though. She was worried she couldn't stop herself but she didn't want to disappoint her Master.

His finger pulled out only to be pressed in once more. Her breath hitched as she felt the tension rise in her, her body was filled with his teasing pleasure and such small subtle touches were driving her to her peak. He left her grasp though, his lips brushing over her skin down her body. He caused her to whimper, a quiet moan leaving her as he crossed over her breasts. With every kiss her body was moving to meet his lips. She felt like every kiss seared into her skin leaving a trail of pleasure down her body. With her eyes tightly closed, she couldn't grab the blanket under her any tighter, using the grip to hold her back from that climax she was so desperate for.
 
He could feel her shiver and shake under him as his gentle kissing made it's way further down. He could feel her skin flaring up more and more with each passing kiss and each slow piston of his finger. Climax was close, he could tell. And he didn't want to set her up, didn't want her to feel like she failed. He knew, she had said so herself, that Pet had little experience with holding back her climax. And considering the lack of attention Christopher were giving her, it was no wonder she had gotten so aroused, so quickly, from just his attention and care alone.

Slowly, he pulled at the red fabric of her panties, pulling them further down to allow his kissing to continue unhindered. There was just one thing he needed to do, a single thing before she would be allowed the release she so craved. The slow pistoning stopped to aid in the removal of the laced fabric. It was getting in the way of what he wanted. Slowly, he pulled the fabric down just enough that her wet, shaved beauty was laid bare for him to see, him to touch and taste. Troy hovered there, allowing his warm breath and mere presence to wash over her drenched flower as he breathed a sentence into where that sensitive knob was hiding "I permit you to cum, Pet." And just as he had said that sentence, Troy allowed his warm tongue to move past those wet and beautiful lower lips of hers before it pressed against her nerve. She had held back long enough, she had earned her release. She had been a good Pet.
 
He got lower and lower and... she held her breath, her hips rising to meet his lips as she felt him lowering the fabric. A heavy breath left her as his finger was removed. She could still feel his lips on her skin, so close to where she desperately wanted them to be. She could feel him pulling down the fabric more. She could feel his eyes on her. She could feel his hot breath brush over the moist area. She could feel everything and it was driving her insane holding herself back against his teases. He spoke those sweet releasing words though and a relief settled over her as she let go of the lock she had on the tension in her stomach. "Thank you master," she managed in a breathless voice before his tongue got her to that point.

It started as a soft whimper when his tongue brushed against her sweet lips, but as soon as it touched that bundle of nerves her body jolted and she cried out. Back arching, her muscles tensed and she felt an intensely euphoric rush come over her. She lost her voice, she forgot to breathe. Her body trembled from the flexing of her muscles. She had never felt anything so intense. Finally she managed ro take a sharp breath in as she started to come down from that peak. Heavy breathing followed by a whimper of delite from what she had just experienced. Over a year of not having been touched by a man so tenderly. The release left her in a state relief she hadn't felt in far too long and Pet was more than happy that her Master had lived up to his promises.
 
It was the best feeling in the world, to see someone you care for a great deal being happy. It was more true now, here. Troy looked up from between Pet's legs as he felt her tumbling over the edge. An edge he had brought her to and pushed her down right after. It had been his words, his actions combined that had brought to her pleasure unlike anything she'd had before. At least in a long time. And it was a pleasure he shared in. Even if Troy did not get the same kind of release as Pet had, he still enjoyed it. It had been him who had triggered the flood of emotions and feelings to rush through Sophie's body and left her in the state she was in.

He kept on the teasing to draw out her orgasm, he wanted her to feel every single second of it until it was all done. A mere memory of what had once been. It was then that Troy climbed his way back up to lie next to his Pet, next to Sophie "That was just one of the many pleasures you'll experience with me, my beautiful and loving Pet." There were so many things he could do, so many things he wanted to do. But Troy wanted to start out slow, he didn't want to jeopardize what they had, even before the collar. So for the rest of that day, he spent at her side, at his Pet's side, caressing her petting her. Showing her the affection she deserved, the affection he had promised. That day, was all about Pet and Troy would deny any touch of advances of hers towards him for that day and for the rest of the weekend.

That weekend had looked much like a normal relationship, aside from the collar and the pet. Troy had decided to take it slowly, to introduce new things slowly. Robes, bondage, toys, whips, discipline and pet training. All of these would come later, not this weekend though. Troy had set the entire weekend off to showing her pleasure and giving her attention. He wanted to show her what she would get if she kept coming back, he wanted to make her love her new life as a Pet.
 
The weekend had almost felt like a dream. It was better relaxation than any spa could hope to match. She was pampered and pleasured and adored. Even when she tried to return his wonderous favors, her Master would stop her and continue to only focus on her. By the end of the weekend, Pet had felt so dependent on her Master that she was afraid to go home and face the world again for two more weeks. She also knew that as soon as she walked out his front door, she would not be receiving this same treatment when she came back. It was something she could look forward to every now and then, but she knew that she would be pleasing him next time, and not like this weekend had been. So when it came time to change into Sophie's clothes and take ofd the collar, Pet was more than a little sad.

Sophie pushed through though. She wore more plain black undergarments and no garter this time because she wasn't going to wear any stockings. Instesd she wore black jean shorts that stopped just below the curve of her rear and a button up green short sleeve shirt with the top few buttons undone. And of course she couldn't forget her plain black heels, as if her legs even needed to look longer. The bruises on her neck had faded some and the yellowish color they were now blended into the tan color of her skin making them barely noticeable. She only put on a light layer of mascara and eyeliner and put her hair up in just a clip so the strands hung down her neck. When it came time to leave, all she had was the overnight bag she had brought. She stopped at the door and looked up at Troy, showing no signs of Pet left, except for the way her body seemed more relaxed, less rigid.

"See you at work tomorrow, Troy. I expect to see you in bright and early at seven so you can begin those meetings with your employees," she spoke in a firm tone, then turned to leave but stopped in the doorway a moment. "Thanks..." It was all she could manage before she went to her car to go home. Sophie was not looking forward to dealing with Christopher. She assumed he would probably be incredibly angry that she disappeared for a while weekend and only let a note and no way to reach her. She did have her cell phone now though so at least she could tell him that she wouldn't be able to miss his calls or texts anymore. It was just unfortunate that after such a wonderful, tension free weekend she had to be left alone with her worries for the two hour drive home.

By the time she parked in the garage under the building, it was close to seven. She took a heavy breath and grabbed her purse, locking up her car before going up to the elevator. Each floor that went by caused more and more unease, as it always did, before she finally reached her floor. She walked down the hallway and unlocked the door, taking one more breath before coming into the house. "Christopher, I'm back," she called out as she set her purse down on the table in the entryway. She was hoping and wishing he wasn't going to be too angry. Maybe he would just be happy to have her home.
 
He watched her leave, it had been as they had agreed yet it still hurt. Deep down, Troy knew that the attention he had given her that weekend would stick, or at least, he hoped it would. It was all he had to work with to get her to come back. Tomorrow would be different, hard. He was no longer Master and she was no longer Pet, he knew this and understood this. But what they had shared, the feelings and emotions, the attention and love, it would also be on his mind, the image of her, Sophie Pyrce his assistant, sprawled on the bed shivering and shaking as he forced upon her one orgasm after the other. It was a beautiful sight and a wonderful sound. And even if he had not experienced a physical release, Troy had gotten something far better in his mind, emotional and mental release. Just from watching his effect on her body, how he were able to manipulate and control her so easily, that, was far better than anything he could ever had asked for.

The clothes that Pet had bought had been set aside, he would have to make her catwalk for him next time, or so his mental note stated. Standing in the doorway looking out as Sophie was heading to her car, Troy was about to say something but then it came, the short, silent 'Thanks'. Had one listened elsewhere for just a second, he would have missed it. But there it was, a genuine thanks from someone who, no more than a few days past hated him, despised him. It caused a smile to form on Troy's lips but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he took the thanks for what it was and eventually closed the door once she had driven off.

Noises came from the living room, a mixture of defeated groans and victorious cheering as Christopher was watching TV. She had told him, or at least left a message saying she'd be gone for the weekend, though had not bothered giving a time for when she'd be back. However when she called out, the TV got turned down and Christopher called out to her "Welcome home honey, how was your trip?" he asked. Christopher had no reason to suspect anything, he trusted Sophie, trusted her reliance upon him and her love for him. Sure, he could be an ass sometimes, but no one was perfect, right? He loved her, in his own special way.
 
When she heard Christopher call out, she let out a heavy breath of relief. It sounded like he was in a good mood, maybe there was nothing to worry about tonight after all. The voice she had heard was the side of him that she rarely got to enjoy, the side of him that had enjoyed before he lost his job. She rarely got to experience him this way though with her working late all the time because usually by the time she managed to get home, he had already been drinking and convincing himself she had done something worth punishment for hours. She was a bit surprised he wasn't close to this state on this particular night but figured he must just be glad to have her home since she hadn't really seen him since their explosive night on Wednesday. She doubted he even really remembered when she had been home for that short time Friday morning.

"Oh, the trip went well," she called out to him as she slipped off her shoes before making her way out to the living room. Everything looked normal enough. Sophie continue to felt relieved and now thankful as well. After such a relaxing and wonderful weekend it would have been cruel for the world to rip it away with her stark reality with Christopher. "We got an important contract signed between two companies we didn't think would agree on anything." She couldn't help the smirk on her lips as she walked off toward the bedroom and put her overnight bag away. She didn't particularly enjoy lying to Christopher but that had become such a natural thing to do since he had become an abusive drunk. She wasn't sure she'd ever be able to stop lying to him and this secret relationship between Pet and Master would certainly not make things easy. Although the only remnant of that weekend with Master was the relaxed state she was in and Sophie could easily explain that way by saying there was a spa at the hotel.

Coming back out to the living room, she sighed as she sat down on the couch, turning her attention to Christopher. She never knew how to act around him anymore. She would have once curled up close to him and cuddled while he watched tv but now she was always so unsure about how long it would be before he switched his anger back on. Sophie was always scared she would say something wrong or do something wrong that would set him off. Living like that certainly made her treasure her time with the Christopher she had once enjoyed. "How was your weekend? Sorry for just running out with only leaving a note. It was short notice. You know how Troy likes to assert his power and make everyone's life revolve around him." She tried to play it off as no big deal and hoped Christopher hadn't been too angry from it. "I got a new phone from the company though. Just activated it on the way over. Its exactly like my old one so I don't even have to learn how to use a whole new phone." The lies just came so easy now.
 
At first, when she had left Friday morning, Christopher had been angry, frustrated and emotionally hurt. How could someone as arrogant as Troy, at least, from how Sophie had described him, garner so much attention from his girlfriend, Christopher's girlfriend. The frustration and anger evident in the fist sized hole in one of the wooden doors leading from one room to another. He had been angry, frustrated but understood her need to leave. He didn't have a job, so they lived off of one income, her income. He understood, even if it angered him. He had been glad to have her back, had, past tense. That was until she mentioned Troy and how she's at his beck and call. She should only answer to one man, him. And it showed, the moment she had mentioned Troy, Christopher rose from the couch and threw the remote control into one of the walls nearby, shattering the thing to pieces. "What is it with you and Troy, huh? Are you fucking him?! Are you a fucking little slut?! Why is it that you spend more time with this man, than you do me?!" he shouted, loud enough for any neighbor to hear, most likely.

Though the moment he had said that, Christopher stopped himself and took a deep breath. His demeanor changing instantly from anger to regret as he spoke then "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean what I said. I know things are hard without me having a job and that we're dependent on your income alone, I understand." his tone had changed, this was the old Christopher, the high school days Christopher as he sat back down in the couch again, one arm extended in an invitation "Please, I'm sorry. I love you Sophie, so fucking much. Sorry. Come here."
 
The shock of his reaction rattled Sophie to her core. Her body instantly became tense and rigid. On instinct she drew her arms in to cross over herself, her eyes wide, gaze distant when her body flinched at the remote breaking. She had been taken off guard by his response. Sophie knew Christopher, she knew his anger, but the relaxation she had felt after staying with Master had left her completely unguarded against Christopher's anger. Not only that but his words stung worse than usual. They cut into her and shredded her very being. This wasn't the first time he had assumed she was sleeping with her boss, but this was the first time he was technically true. Technically. Troy was not Master though, not in her head. But regardless of if it was Troy, or Master, the fact still rang true, she had certainly not just had a massage to relax that weekend. No, she had kissed another man and was brought to the peak of pleasure by him multiple times while Christopher was here, all by himself, waiting for her.

And she hadn't even gotten paid to be around Troy.

Although she wasn't sure she was comfortable with that. She wasn't some whore, she hadn't done that for money. She had done that for Pet, and in a lot of ways, for Sophie who still liked to convince herself Pet wasn't her at all. But just as abusive Christopher was still this meek little Christopher in front of her, apologizing and claiming he loves her, Pet was still Sophie and Master was still Troy. 

She forced an uncomfortable smile, trying to brush off what had just happened for both of their sake. "Its okay, Christopher, I understand your frustration. I'm frustrated too, I don't want to be out of the house this much without you." Lie. "And maybe soon if you can get a job again it will be easier. I can step back more from Troy." Lie, lie. "I know you don't mean the things you say. It doesn't change how I feel about you. I know you love me." Lie, lie, lie. "I love you too." LIE.

Those three words left her feeling hollowed out and empty. She felt like a shell of the woman she used to be. Pet had taken away any control she had left and given it to Master, to Troy.  Now she was left in an impossible situation between two men who just wanted to control her. All that pleasure, all that love, care and comfort. All of that was no different than the anger and force that Christopher used. In the end Sophie was left the same way, controlled. She moved forward now, into Christopher's arms, wrapping her own around him as she rested her head against his chest. No matter how hard she fought, no matter how hard she worked, she realized now she was never meant to be anything more than Sugar. Little Sugar who couldn't ever fathom being on the same level as the big dogs.
 
Christopher could be hotheaded and was easy to anger, sure. But deep down, he honestly, genuinely loved Sophie. She was the best he could ever dream of. Beautiful, intelligent, funny and loving. The reason he was so violent towards her, was because of his insecurity. From what Christopher had read of Troy, he knew that he wouldn't be a match for him, physically or economically. So knowing that his girlfriend spend so much time with a rich playboy hurt Christopher emotionally. Every time she left, he feared she'd never come back. That was why he called her all the time, he was genuinely afraid that she'd not come back to him. She was, after all, the most important thing in his life.

He was prone to violence, yes. But it was mostly because he was frustrated at himself, at his inability to provide for the woman he loves. It was a pit of despair, the more he tried to climb out, the deeper he got. He'd do anything and everything for Sophie, and would double that if she just wanted to spend more time with him. But even that was a double edged sword. Spending more time at home, meant less money. Spending less time at home, meant more money. Money they needed, money he helped spend. It was a spiral that had gotten out of control, a spiral that Christopher could not see the end of, though while he was with Sophie, those few moments where she was truly present, he could see the light. Even if it was far away, it was there.

Troy, on the other hand. Had just had the best weekend in his life. Well, the best weekend in a few weeks at least. To finally be able to spend time with a woman he admires so, Sophie. She was perfect in every way imaginable. Smart, funny, beautiful, sexy and knew it. She was everything Troy could dream of and more. But she had another. She had Christopher. He was in Troy's way, but what could he do? He hadn't met Christopher, let alone knew where they lived. And even then, if he knew, what would he do about it?

Sitting in his kitchen with the leather choker in his hand, the one he had given to Pet he fell into a deep reverie. He missed Pet, missed Sophie. Her smell, her laughter, her moan and her taste. The massive mansion was empty without her, just another empty house for him to sit alone in. And he did that, sat alone. With a bottle of wine in hand he thought back. Thought back to how happy he had been when she had accepted his gift. How happy he had been every time she called him Master. It was a happiness that could not be described and a happiness that now left a dark hole in his heart. He wanted more, he had become addicted after only a weekend. Something had to be done, anything.
 
Sophie stayed in Christopher's arms for a long while, listening to his breathing and heart beat they way she had so many times before while he watched something on Tv. She allowed her mind to wander over everything she knew to be true. She and Christopher had been happy once, when he was working and bringing in more money than her. They had discussed moving in together when he was informed there would be restructuring in the company he worked for. They decided to wait until after everything settled, but then was informed he would be laid off. They agreed to have him move in with her. That was when the drinking started. That was also when Sophie accepted a promotion that had her working more. Things went down hill after that. Christopher failed to get hired anywhere while Sophie managed to do even better for her life, eventually getting hired to help Troy transition into his company. Christopher became even more violent after that. And it all suddenly clicked inside Sophie's mind. Something she had never considered while she was too focused trying not to be Sugar.

Sophie talked to Christopher about how to help him. She offered for her to quit her job with Troy and for them to pack up and move somewhere new where they could both start over. Part of her was scared to walk away from her potential with Master and the potential that this would only be a temporary fix, but Sophie knew that this was the only way to reclaim that love they had once had. A new city would open up more possibilities for Christopher to find a job. Sophie wouldn't even look in the same area she was used to, instead she would settle on lower paying jobs like working as someone who could give business advice. She would work for herself and make her own hours so that she would have more time with Christopher and he would feel less threatened by who she was around. No one would be able to dictate her hours but her. Luckily Sophie had some money saved and she conceded to even dipping into the trust fund her father had left her before he died from his rich substance abusive lifestyle.

All that was left was telling Troy. Her boss and her Master. The next day Sophie went into his work early, before anyone got there and left a note taped to his computer. She knew it could destroy any professional reference she may have wanted, but she couldn't bring herself to face him when she quit. She left all of her things laid out in a line on his desk, the cell phone, the card key and ID badge, and the USB drive with all of  her reports, his schedule and her procedures written out in detail so either he, or whoever he hired to replace her, could easily pick up in her footsteps. After clearing out her desk, even that emergency bag she hid, she said her good byes to the empty dark office. It seemed fitting that it would be quiet and no one would know until she was gone. She wasn't as big as she ever thought she'd be.

Dear Troy,

Whoever you hire needs to not be so good at their job. You have potential to be a great leader, you don't need your assistant doing your job for you. Instead of focusing control in your personal life, do it in your professional. You'll find once you get started it becomes addicting and it will take you far. You don't have anyone to hold you back so maintain focus where I couldn't. Continue to impress me. And give those women you take advantage of a chance to really get to know you. I'm sure you'll be able to make a pet out of them that is more willing, more available.

Thank you again. I know it wasn't you intention but by taking away my control you helped see who I really am and what I really need to focus on. It doesn't happen to be my career which I felt always bound and controlled my life. I feel like I'm free to pursue other adventures now and find what truly makes me happy. I can't pretend to be something I'm not. I don't know who I really am meant to be but what I do know is that I am not Pet, or Sugar, or even Sophie Pyrce. I am much more than those loosely fitting letters. I am much more than control or being controlled. I need to find pure basic love again, something that was special that only Christopher had made me feel. I need to find the Christopher I fell in love with, the one i neglected. I cannot do that here, devoting every bit of myself to you.

But Thank You for being the best boss I ever had and giving meaning back to my life.

I will take good care of our Pet.
 
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