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His Little Pet ( birdi x sameo15 )

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birdi

Planetoid
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Apr 6, 2013
Location
Iowa
A frail girl with a soft skin complexion sat in the corner of a cage. She was beautiful, with luscious red hair that's fell to her hips. Her full pink lips pursed with disgust as some men walked by with her with interest. She growled at them and shied away from them. Many tried to buy here, but she was waiting for the right person. This girl so far never went by her name, Emma. Those who called to her called her by 'Sweety' or 'Bitch' or sometimes, the rude and drunken ones, 'Yo hore'. She found men so far disgusting, but inside, she knew at least one man had to be enough to tip her off this. She waited patiently, and would wait until death if need-be.

( ehh, sorry if the post isn't the best :\ )
 
She didn't need to wait for death, as a young man came in to look around. He personally didn't like the idea of buying another, but he needed to, he had sexual fantasies only a pet could could do. And he wasn't to cruel either. He wasn't exactly handsome, but wasn't bad either. He was, well, average. But he had no game whatsoever, so he couldn't get a date anyway. He wasn't really rich and just scrapped enough money to buy a pet for him and only him to use and love to his hearts content. He wanted a pet that would be loyal, but a bit lively as well. He wanted a spirit with a bit of personality. He didn't want one of those girls who were dead inside. They were no fun at all. They seemed so......... dead to him.

He than spot the girl he was looking for and smiled as he approached her carefully with kindness. Genuine kindness to. Not fake kindness. He looked into her cage and smiled as he reached out his hand to pet the girl, wondering if she would reject it, or snuggle into the kind touch. "What is your name, lovely pet?" he asked, wondering if she would speak, as most were trained not to.
 
The girl almost jumped when she saw a new man come through the door. In her eyes, he seemed like every other man that had ever walked through that door. But he didn't look needy or seem to carry a smarmy look. Her emeraldish blue eyes scanned him over as he approached, reaching in and petting her. Many men had done this, each with a tight grip or a warning pat. She was amazed she'd managed to shoo them off before being sold, even at last minute and returns. The girl leaned her red haired head into his hand, though she showed no lust or hatred in it. Just a hello, simple and wordless. But when he asked for her name, she had to think. No one ever asked her this. "Emma," she said with a soft voice. She rarely spoke, but would speak if spoken to, or just to speak her mind.
 
He smiled at her. "Nice name. I will use it, but only as praise. You will also only talk if you can't answer with a nod. Understand?" he asked the girl as if he already did, and which to him, she already, he just needed to pay for her. And he would, as it seemed that she didn't seem to dislike him or incredibly willful. But this was just his first impression of her.
 
Emma nodded quietly, but let her eyes drop to the bottom of the cage. She sat there on her knees, wondering how much she was worth or how much he was going to pay for her. She'd have to control her mouth to keep herself out of trouble. She wasn't a needy one who lived off of sex, but she enjoyed it all the same. She'd never let herself become a whore who needed her master's dick constantly.. Or would she? Would she ever bring herself down to that? For the greater goods, she hoped not.. But she didn't want to underestimate how this man performed either.
 
He smiled at her as he give her a quick pat on the head before going up to the sales clerk so he could purchase her. Once he paid for her, he went back over to her with the keys and a smile on his face. He unlocked her and soon put a comfortable collar around her neck before leading her out to his car, expecting her to follow on all fours

As the driver drove off he looked at her and said "So tell me a little about yourself, my beautiful new pet."
 
Emma followed him, though scraped her knees as she followed her new own out of all fours. She was surprised of his question. Who would want to know about their pet? Weren't they just there to sell off for sex or something? "I'm -insert age here that i forgot-," She said with a sweet voice that seemed so innocent and unused. She looked at him, but never at his eyes, not wanting to anger him. She had a kind voice, the kind that was easy to breakdown and use, but also hard to let go.
 
Her voice was lovely. Absolutely lovely. It was as if it were a blessing of god. And to him, she almost was. Almost. Though he did find her voice real lovely. All the more reason why she should mostly keep quite. Her voice would be his, and his alone.

Her new master was a bit annoyed that she gave so little information about herself, but figured that she was just shy or told to keep her conversations to a minim, so he looked at her and said "I see. But I meant your past and how did you get here. And also a little more detailed. Master gives you permission to ramble on about yourself. I want to know more about my pet, as I am different than most other masters."
 
Ramble? She nearly scoffed at his choice of words but kept that to herself. "I come from a longer line of.." Emma hesitated to continue, but knew she had to. "From a long line of well-bred pets. My mother was auctioned off for a great price, but she had triplets. I was the runt and they didn't want me as much, so they sold me to the shop. Actually, they gave me to the shop. they told me the only thing I'd ever live up to be was a little canary." she didn't tell what 'canary' meant, thinking he knew. To her it meant that she'd cry out and beg and plead for sex her whole life, being a little slut. For a good man, maybe, but they inclined many men. She worriedly looked back to her new master, wondering what he was thinking. She had come from a wonderful line of breeding, excellent pets both male and female bred like dogs.
 
He knew what the phrase meant. And honestly, she didn't look like one to him. No, she looked like a cute pet that just wanted someone to care for her and not treat her like dirt. "Interesting." he said as he pet her, even though it was more or less a lie. There was nothing interesting about what she said at all, as he hard this story more or less a thousand times before. But, being a polite young man as he was, he lied, even though she would know he was. It was the thought that counted, really.

After a while, the car stopped and they were at his modest house. They got out of the car and entered his house, which was just as modest inside as it was on the outside. "Welcome to your new home, and hopefully the last one you'll ever have."
 
Emma could plainly hear the disinterest in his voice, that he didn't really care about her history. It was just an asset to her life that followed her around. But it was good breeding though, right? That she was born for sex, and wasn't all that bad looking anyways, right? But she'd been bred like dogs and that was a little disturbing. She sat silently, gnawing on her tongue to keep her occupied as she waited to reach his home, where he lived. She was lead out of his car and into the house its self. She would most likely quickly adjust, but she didn't know how to behave other than to come to his every sexual need and somewhat more. A nd she hoped this was her last place as well.
 
He looked down at his lovely pet sitting and smiled. So far, she seemed quite and obedient, just how he liked his pets. But this was only after about half an hour. For all he knew, she was actually rebellious, but he highly doubted it. Most pets that were quite in the first place were usually obedient and kind. But he could tell she probably wasn't all to found of men. And who could blame her? Her whole life she had been abused and mistreated by them. But he would take care of her. He would see to that.

After giving her a quick tour of his house and her new home, he guided her over to his office and sat her in her pet bed next to his chair while he went to work on his computer, occasionally petting her lovely long red hair.
 
Though she was for now a quiet girl, Emma could turn to be a rebellious girl, testing her boundaries, and she most likely would within the next week if given enough of a chance. for now, she just sat on the comfortable little bed she was given, her head resting in his hand. She quickly got bored by this, and pressed her head against his leg, her eyes looking over the desk to the monitor, though she could barely see it anyways. She looked down again, her fingers thumbing softly at the hem of his pant leg, trying to keep herself entertained, wondering what his plans were for her.
 
Nothing at the minute. For now, he just let her be in her little pet bed that was pretty comfortable, as her Master wanted her to be comfy.

He continued to do his work, occasionally petting her from time to time. His young maid girl would occasionally pop in to give her master and his pet drinks and food, but he worked on just the same.
 
Emma's eyes lifted up to the girl who came in, giving her food and drinks, but she gave them no special attention despite her boredom. She was to stay thin for her new master, not let herself go out of sheer boredom, that would just be a waste of her time, and extra work to please her new master. She moved herself back to the middle of the bed, laying down onto her back, enjoying the new ability to stretch herself out comfortably on this bed. She closed her eyes, though she kept her head in petting reach if he ever wanted to pet her, which was by all means fine by her.
 
Her Master didn't see her boredom, and just continued to to work and occasionally petting his new pet. Once he missed and his hand instead brushed up against her chest, but he thought nothing of it as the day turned to night.
 
Emma's voice got choked in her throat, keeping a gasp in as his aim was misleading and his fingers brushed the tops of her breasts, barely grazing them but enough to make her edgy, wondering if he'd do more. So far, nothing and it made her a little anxious, afraid she was doing something wrong and he was trying to get her attention on something. She'd picked at her food a little, finally giving in to her boredom which soon had turned to hunger. That thought was picking at her, and soon enough, it was the night time already, but she felt wide awake, that little thought itching at her.
 
But he kept working all the same, until his maid came in and take the dishes. As she did this, she noticed that her master was still at work. So she gently tapped him on the shoulder and said "Um, Master? Forgive me for being so rude, but it's getting pretty late and I think you should retire for the night." in silky soft voice, to which he said she was right and that she could go to bed as well, which she gracefully accepted.

Some 15 minutes later, his new pet was on his nice king while he himself got ready for bed.
 
A bit of jealousy came to the girl as she watched the maid waltz in, give the news of the already known, and walk out like it was of no importance. If her Master hadn't been around, she would of told her off. Her voice ticked her off. Giving up on that little scenario quickly as he spoke, which was kind of relieving to know he'd be going to bed soon. She wondered what he'd want her to do for him, if anything other than act like a normal pet. Emma had yet to figure out what her purpose was, whether sexual pleasures, company, or just to show off he had enough to own such a thing as her, of beauty and reason.. ( forgot where that part was going, moving on )

Looking around his room on his comfortable bed, she crossed her legs, sitting at the edge of the king sized bed. Her eyes darted form one thing to the next, awaiting a given rule or something.
 
The maid girl, who could have been no older than 15, meant nothing by what she said, as she a very innocent young girl who was most likely a virgin. She was just doing her job as her Masters maid, though she did have a bit of a school girl crush on him.

Her Master came out of the shower 15 minutes later with nothing but a towel on, showing off his decent and mildly attractive looks.
 
Emma's eyes grazed over his chest, his arms, his legs, and even his feet. She felt her ears and cheeks blaze warm. She adjusted her weight on the bed efore looking up to her Master, an innocent look in her soft eyes. She still felt a pang of annoyance to the maid, though so far she had no reason to. Her eyes explored his body, finally giving herself the freedom of looks. I mean, looks weren't harmful, right? It was just a one time thing, at least she thought so. Her red hair fell slackly at her shoulders, framing her face. She was starting to wonder why he had chose her of all the pets there.
 
He had chose her because she had life in her, not like most of the other who all they said was "Yes Master. Whatever you say. I live only to serve." and stuff along those lines. It wasn't like he didn't like it, he just wanted someone whom he could talk to when he wanted, not just a plaything. He would most certainly use like a plaything, just a plaything he could take care of and love and talk to.

He smiled at her as she looked him over as if he was some kind of eye candy. True, he wasn't bad on the eyes, but he diffidently wasn't the kind of beach boy hottie or pale skinned wanna be vampire guy who was quite. No, he was the attractive nerdy gamer guy who fought monsters and evil villans with a gaming controller. But he was still attractive none the less.

H walked up to his pet in his bed and smiled at her. "What are you thinking about, my little pet?" he asked with a smile, letting her know she could speak her answer
 
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