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A Pet for Masters Pet (Wolfy x SalesGirlAnna)

Wolfy

Wolfy

Supernova
Joined
Nov 7, 2010
A clap of thunder echoed throughout the house as a small blond girl walked lazily back to her room, feeling glum. She'd just gotten off the phone with her boyfriend, who'd called her to say he wouldn't be over tonight because of the weather.

It was frustrating, going almost a week without seeing each other because of work or school, and she'd been looking forwards to tonight. She had gotten dressed in her favorite black mini, and thigh-highs, highlighting her legs and hips, and white button up dress-shit and tie. -- something she knew would have made up for an argument they'd had before.

All that work picking out an outfit and getting ready and he'd called to cancel because of a storm, and with out the lights kept flickering the electricity might be out any moment. Ugh! That thought coming to mind, she turned around, decided that finding some candles and a flashlight might be a good idea, just incase the storm got worse.
 
He had been watching her for some time. He had been looking for a pet for his slave for sometime now and when he first saw her. He knew she was perfect. He has been buying his time for just the right moment and he figured that tonight was the night. He sneaked in her house just as the power went out. He put on a pair of night vision goggles and searched the house for her. He found her in the kitchen looking for for some candles. He came behind her and clamped his hand over her mouth and shoved a needle in her thigh. Soon she was out like a light.

A short time later, she was laying on a queen sized four poster bed still, fully clothed. The man came in the room with a woman wearing a purple satin and black lace camisole, black panties, black garter belt, black stockings and black Mary Jane pumps. She was 5' 5", 110 lbs, 38b Breasts. Her long red hair was in a braid that reached to the top of her ass. He had her eyes covered with his hands and she was laughing, "Master.. What is this all about?"

"You'll see, my pet... You'll see..." He said. When they got next to the bed, he uncovered her eyes... "Happy Birthday..."

"Oh Master!" She kissed him on the cheek, "She's just what I wanted... Thank you..."

"Just a little something to keep you company when I'm away on business..."

"I promise to take good care of her, Master..."

"I'm sure you will, Annabelle..." He kissed her on the cheek, "Now, I have to go. Again... Happy Birthday..."

Annabelle kissed her master. She was going to miss him while he was gone for the next six months. But, she knew her new pet would keep her very good company. She kissed her master's cheek and when he left she turned her attention to her pet... She reached down, removed her tie and unbuttoned a couple button's on her shirt. She then put her hand down the girls shirt and started to rub her breasts... "We are going to have a very good time, my pet..."
 
After a while the Chelsea started to come around, eyes still closed could feel movement around her body. "Umm..." she moaned groggily, head rolling around, and eyes fluttering open, revealing deep pools of blue under her long lashes. Her eyes settled on the strange girl sitting next to her on the bed, confused.

Who.... my room? her thoughts scattered and disoriented as they emerged from the drug educed haze, she began to realize she was something was wrong. She struggled to move about, limbs feeling heavy and stiff, finally realizing she had been tethered down. "W-whats going on?" she squeaked out, and shook her head, trying to clear it.
 
Annabelle smiled, "Good... You are awake..." She took her hand out of the young woman's shirt... "My name is Annabelle... But you will call me Mistress or Mistress Annabelle... My master brought you to me as a pet and to keep me company while he's away on business... If you promise to be good I'll untie you..." Annabelle was normally a very nice woman who would never hurt a fly, but she had a very bad temper when she didn't get her way. Annabelle got ready to untie the girl "What is your name, little one?"
 
Chelsea closed her eyes, head shaking from side to side, not making sense yet of what she was being told. After she was untied she stumbled off the bed, fumbling her way towards the door. "I-I cant... this...." she whimpered still confused as the fog around her head started clearing. What was gong on? Who was this girl, Annabelle, why was she here. As Chelsea looked around the room, she realized it wasn't her bedroom, it wasn't even her house. "I... I need to get... home...I cant... this isn't right."
 
Annabelle walked over the the girl and said.. "This is your home now, Little One..." She took the girl's hand and took her over to the bed. "Now, just relax..." She sat her down on the bed Annabelle sat next to her. She knew the girl was a little confused so she decided to repeat herself, "I know this is a lot for you to process. My master brought you to me as a pet and to keep me company while he's away on business... But, trust me, if you are a good girl then I will treat you well... If you are bad then I will punish you, OK? Now, with that said, again, I ask you again what is your name?" Annabelle ran her hands through the girl's hair.
 
"You... you cant keep me..." she whined, pulling away from her and heading for the door again. "And how did I get here?" her heart started speeding as her mind kicked it into high gear. "You... no, I cant stay here, I need to get home. Now." she muttered, opening the door and blinking. This wasn't her house. "You.... what did you do? How did I get here, who are you?" her voice becoming less slurred and more panicked and squeaky with each word.
 
Annabelle pulled the young girl back into the room. She was starting to get mad. Annabelle took off the gold necklace that she was wearing. There was a gold key on the necklace. Annabelle locked the deadbolt on the door. And looked at the girl. "I can and will keep you here. I'm not sure how you got here, my master brought you to me as a birthday present. Like I said, this is your home now.... and my name is Annabelle... What is your name?" She put the necklace back around her neck and she crossed her arms across her chest. Annabelle thought to herself, 'This girl is getting close to getting a spanking..."
 
Chelsea's eyes were weary, looking over the girl calling herself Annabelle, slowly. She could'nt keep her hear against her will, wherever here was anyway. She paused at the word Master, what did she mean by that? And Pet? She wasn't a pet, was this girl a pet? What did that mean? "Chelsea." she said folding her arms across her chest. "And what do you mean by Pet? I am not a pet, you can't have me as a pet, I'm a person, not a gift!" she said stubbornly, her voice raising again.
 
Annabelle walked up to Chelsea... "You are a pet... I am my Master's pet... I've been here for 5 years now... and in honor of that he found you and brought you here for me to enjoy as my pet. You will do as I say or else I'll spank you... Now... Get those clothes off I want to see what kind of underwear you are wearing..." Annabelle just stood there and waited for Chelsea to start taking her clothes off.
 
Chelsea gawked at the attitude this strange woman was giving her. She had been kidnapped and brought her here against her will, who was this girl to be telling Chelsea what to do about anything. Backing up into a corner she folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Annabelle. "That's none of your damn business." she muttered.
 
"Like hell it's not..." said Annabelle. She took a hold of Chelsea's shirt collar and started to rip it off her body. As, she did buttons went everywhere. Once the shirt was off, Annabelle took a hold of Chelsea's skirt and ripped it off as well... Then she smiled as she looked at the young girl in just her underwear... "Get used to it, Little One.. Because that is the most clothes your ever going to wear for the rest of your life..."
 
Stumbling back and letting out a scream, Chelsea fell on her but, clad only in a pair of black panties, bra and thigh-highs. Face burning red with embarrassment and anger, she kicked her leg out at Annabelle before scrambling into the corner of the room away from her.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat angrily, covering her barely clad body with her arms.
 
Annabelle fell to the ground and looked at Chelsea in anger. The room was kind of small so she didn't have far to go. Annabelle took a hold of Chelsea's arm and pulled her across the floor to a chair. She then pulled Chelsea to her feet. Annabelle then pulled Chelsea down across her lap. She took a hold of her panties and ripped them off her pet. Then she started to spank Chelsea on her bare bottom.
 
Chelsea growled angrily at the woman treating her this way, face growing hot in a mix of both anger, and embarrassment at being panty-less, and disciplined by this strange girl. "Just who do you think you are anyway?" she yelped in-between slaps, her bottom quickly becoming sore.
 
Annabelle continued to spank Chelsea, "I'm your Mistress! And you will do what I say!" Annabelle then unfasten Chelsea's bra and pushed it off her body. Then she started to spank her some more... "Now... Are you going to start being good or do I have to get the paddle?"
 
"I... am not.... yours!" Chelsea screamed, her tone less defiant and more desperate, she scrambled out of Annabelle's grasp and fumbled to the door, beating on it wildly and screaming for help with ragged, panicked breaths. She didn't even look back at the woman who had stripped her bare, and caused her entire body to burn with embarrassment. She flipped her sore and tired body around, back up against the door, eying Annabelle carefully. She had the key.
 
Annabelle walked over to Chelsea. She didn't expect her to be so hard to break. Annabelle walked over to a cabinet and took out a large wooden paddle with three holes drilled in it... "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this.." Annabelle grabbed Chelsea's arms and pulled her over to the bed. There was a handcuff attached to the top of each post at the foot of the four post canopy bed. Annabelle turned Chelsea to face the head of the bed. Then she put each wrist into one of the cuffs over Chelsea's head. Annabelle then took the paddle and tapped Chelsea's ass with the paddle. Then, she wound up and smacked Chelsea hard on the ass.
 
Chelsea's body quivered like a rabbit caught in a trap as she was secured to the bedposts. Her head turned and twisted around trying to see what Annabelle was up to, eyes as wide as saucers. Her body tensed up in anticipation as she heard the paddle cut through the air and land with a loud smack agaist her round, exposed bottom, followed by a loud, painful yelp and whimper as her body continued to tremble.
 
Annabelle paddled Chelsea's ass about 10 times. Then Annabelle crawled up on to the bed so she could look her pet in the eyes. Annabelle lifted her head, "Now, Chelsea... We can end this now if you submit to me... Or maybe you'd like 10 more..."
 
Narrowing her eyes the little blond quickly snapping her teeth at the woman's fingers, her stubborn pride getting the better of her despite Annabelle stern handling. "Or you could untie me and let me be on my way." she muttered, turning her head and refusing to look at her again. "How about you let me see what I can do to you with that paddle?" she added, struggling to keep her voice from quivering, but she could feel her strength already wavering.
 
Annabelle squinted her eyes at her girl... "Sounds like you want 20 more to me..." Annabelle got off the bed and picked the paddle back up. She tapped Chelsea's sore ass a couple times before continuing her assault on the girl's red bottom.
 
Tears started streaming down her face as the spanking continued. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever spanked her, and no one had ever treated her like this. She cried out, whimpering and begged the woman to stop, cuffs biting into her wrists as she flailed about on the bed.
 
Annabelle reached 20 and walked back up to the girls face... "You want me to stop? All you have to do is agree to become my pet... Will you be my pet, Chelsea?"
 
Chelsea turned her head away, staring at the wall thinking. She didn't want to be a pet. What did that mean anyway?
Who exactly was this woman and what right did she think she had to treat her this way? Still, Annabelle seemed content to just spank her ass raw until Chelsea did what she wanted, she might as well play along for now -- at least until she found a way out of this place and back home.

Chelsea nodded her head meekly, not looking up at her. "What does that mean?"
 
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