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His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

Jamie made a small sound as he pulled her into to his side. She twisted slightly and covered her mouth quickly, she didn't want him to be mad at her for waking him. So perhaps she should stay still, and quiet until he woke. But she had to use the bathroom quite badly, and what would he do if she wasn't there when he woke up? She decided to test her luck and slowly maneuvered her way out of his arms, quietly leaving the bed and going towards the bathroom. She peed quickly and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water. She crept slowly down the stairs, not wanting to rouse any sort of sound.
 
He felt something shift against his body that slowly prompted him to wake up, thinking that Jamie was getting up and trying in earnest to wrench free from the tangled mess of his arm and their legs. His eyes slowly opened to watch her blurry naked body slip out of bed, walking towards the bathroom, quiet as a mouse. He didn't get up then, just watching, like a hunter stalking prey. As she got out of the bathroom, and eventually out of the bedroom, he thought it a test for her loyalty. With the entire house devoid of any sound, the soft patter she made on the wooden steps carried itself clearly to him. Oddly enough, he didn't think she would just up and leave, not without clothes, that is. If she were to climb back up to the bedroom and slip herself to his side in bed, all the better. If not and she decides to leave, well it's fairly easy to track her down. He kept still on bed, feigning sleep for a while, waiting for the girl's next move.
 
She quickly filled a glass with cold water and downed the entire cup, than she stood by the counter for a moment, contemplating whether she should go back upstairs, or wait down here for Joshua to wake. She decided to wait, and headed to where she thought the sittin room would be, and moved to sit down on a couch, biting her lip. She wondered where her phone was, she supposed he was still using I to tell her parents that she was at a "friends" house still.
 
Quiet, feigning sleep, Joshua laid for a while. There were no door's opening and closing, and given how Jamie was stark naked, she would either have to come back up to at least get clothed to quietly slip out of the house, or rush on out baring skin. Either way, he would have heard something by now to indicate her departure, but there was nothing. He sat up from the comforts of the bed that didn't felt as easing without the girl to warm his side. Walking over to the bathroom, he splashed some water in his face to completely wake him up, and gargled to remove that stale morning breath in his mouth.

The upper hall was devoid of any sign of the girl so he made his way down, noticing an empty cup by a counter in the kitchen. As he turned to the living room, he found her sitting down a couch, most probably contemplating as she wasn't reading anything nor watching TV. He approached her quietly, leaning against the large door frame that connected the living room to the hallway. "Couldn't wait for me to get up? Why, thinking of leaving so soon?" he spoke up before she could notice him.
 
She spun quickly around as she hear his voice call out to her. Her hair swishing around her head. She looked down, now feeling slightly ashamed for not going back upstairs to join him in bed. "I didn't want to wake you up sir," she said quietly. "I figured I would wait down here until you woke up," she added, looking up at him now.
 
Not a completely horrible excuse, it was a bit considerate of her in hindsight, but not what he wanted though. He raised his brow a bit at her, cocking his head slightly before straightening up his expression again of that of some mild delight as she did waited for him and not made for the door or anything else that he wouldn't like. "So..cereal?"
 
She watched as his expression changed from one look to another until he finally smiled. She nodded, "Yes please. Shall I go yet some clothes?" She asked after a moment, standing up, her naked body shimmering in the morning sun coming from the window.
 
Before he could turn, her sudden answer made him stop for a moment and look at her. "Clothes? Well your borrowed blouse is already in the hamper and I think so are your skirt and panties." he paused, looking up and down her naked body, skin gleaming under the light, imagining what it would be like to have her dress in sluttier clothing. "Let's have you wear a different outfit, then." Down below in the basement laid a special wardrobe for such outfits, intending to make her wear one soon as they go out.
 
She watched his face as he talked. A different outfit? But she didn't have any other clothes here, what other outfit was she supposed to wear? "But I don't have any other clothes sir," she said softly, her head cocked to te side in puzzlement. She shivered slightly, it must have been slightly cold outside, the house was cool, and goosebumps rose along her exposed flesh.
 
"You don't, but I do." he said, not offering any other explanation to his words as he turned once more and walked over to the kitchen and continuing on to the basement door. "Don't worry, we're just getting you something to wear." he said immediately as he stopped, not wanting fear to creep into her again with the sight of the foreboding shadow cast below as he opened the door. He reached out his hand, a faint calmness in his face that he hoped would ease her doubts if she had any.
 
Her mind quickly thought back to the leather outfit she had been out into last one and a feeling of both drea and pleasure filled her. That must be what he was talking about, why else would he have clothes that would fit her? She followed him to the kitchen, knowing that she was being led to the basement. She took a deep breath, placing her hand in his, and followed him down the dark stairs, the wood creaking beneath her feet.
 
Taking her hand, he led them both down the somewhat rickety steps to the basement floor. He reached out for the wall where the light switches are, taking aid from the light of the kitchen, but this time he didn't reached for switch that would simply light up a lone bulb, instead he went for another. In a flick, the entire basement lit up from the numerous sconces in each side of the wall; the otherwise shadow stricken corners were not lit up, the walls showing off the paint job of a deep red, almost crimson that held an odd shine much like a ruby's, and a straight bottom edge of black that hugged the floor that was in truth not just simple concrete but a dull white with a silvery finish. The various 'equipment' are still draped over by a dustless white cloth save for the long table bed that he dressed Jamie atop on.

"Come on." he said softly, going over to a corner that held a tall wardrobe. Opening the ebony wooden armoire, a packed gallery of outfits were inside, one of the tall doors of it holding a mirror that would reflect Jamie's entire body. "Here." he said, picking out a leather skirt that would barely cover her lower half, exposing the underside of her ass and the gap in between her thighs would be there, and walking on it would easily hike the leather skirt up an inch that would give on-lookers a peak of the girl's pussy. Though if she would walk meekly. "I want you to wear this for later. As for upper wear, you could just use one of my shirts, tie it down or something so it would fit you."
 
She followed him down the stairs, and across the room to the tall, ever foreboding wardrobe she had seen the last time she had been down here. However she still did not know what lay inside of it. She was shaking slightly, the air underground colder than upstairs, the floor like ice under her delicate feet. Her eyes once more wandered over the covered equipment, her mind spinning as she thought of what may lie beneath those white sheets.

She watched as Joshua opened the wardrobe's doors, and she saw that it was full of clothing, well, more like outfits. She glimpsed herself in the mirror, a 5"6, 16 year old girl was wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, standing stark naked beside a man who looked to be in his late twenties, and mid thirties. She looked away quickly and took the skirt from his hands, looking over it she could tell there wasn't much to it. Any man eager enough would be able to look right under it and examine her enter lowers. She nodded at his words and grasped the skirt to her chest, thinking he would want her to stay naked as long as possible.
 
Without hearing any protests, he thought of putting her up for another test of her obedience. If she would go throughout without any hint of defiance, it would be a double win for him. He pulled out another outfit from the wardrobe, that same intricate straps of leather he made her wear yesterday down in the pit. "And this one too." he said as he handed what would help train her into being an ever aroused slut of his. A smile curled around his lips, calm and soft, showing that he insists on her wearing it as if he just gave her a meal to eat after starving for hours. "Now, you want something to eat?"
 
She watched as he got a look in his eye and turned back to the wardrobe, pulling something else out. She shivered as she saw what it was, the same thing she was wearing yesterday, she took it as he handed it to her, looking at it. She had no idea how she would put this on by herself, and... people would be able to tell that she was wearing it, as the collar would peek through any shirt. She started to say something, but decided to save it for later, and instead hung her head and simply nodded at his question.
 
"Okay, then. Time to eat." he said as he closed the wardrobe, turning to the stairs as he held her hand, feeling the need for it as leaving her alone in the basement wouldn't do them both any good - unless it is for disciplining the girl. He closed the door behind him, the shadow of the room held back, before releasing the soft grip he had on her to go to the kitchen floor. "You want cereal again?" he said, pulling a box out from a cabinet bolted to the wall.
 
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