My Property – Part 2: Good Pets Obey”

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" I say, looking you up and down as you stand naked in front of me. My friends are due to arrive any minute now, and I can't wait for them to see what a perfect little breeding cow you've become.

"Yes, master," you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the wetness glistening between your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

The doorbell rings, and I call out for my friends to come in. They file into the living room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight of you, standing there on display like a piece of meat.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my new prize cow," I say, a proud smile on my face. "Feel free to inspect her holes and udders, and even milk her if you like. She's here for your enjoyment."

My friends waste no time in taking me up on my offer. They circle around you, poking and prodding at your body like you're a science experiment. One of them reaches out and pinches your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. Another runs his hand up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.

I watch as they take turns milking you, your udders swelling and deflating with each pull. Your face is flushed with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Enough," I say finally, my voice thick with desire. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

My friends waste no time in stripping off their clothes, their hard cocks springing free. They move towards you, surrounding you on all sides.

"You're ours now," one of them says, his hand wrapped around his dick. "We're going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't take it anymore."

You nod, your eyes wide with fear and excitement. I can see the wetness dripping down your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

They take turns fucking you, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure.

I watch as they take turns filling you up, their cum dripping out of your holes and onto the floor. You're a mess of sweat and cum, your body glistening in the light.

Finally, they're spent. They pull out of you, their cocks glistening with your juices.

"You've been a good breeding cow," I say, running my hand over your sweaty forehead. "But now it's time for you to rest."

You nod, your body spent. I help you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around your trembling frame.

"Thank you, master," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

I smile, watching as you drift off to sleep. My friends gather around me, clapping me on the back and congratulating me on my prize cow.

"She's a keeper," one of them says, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. You're mine, and I'll never let you go.

First picture of me here

Waiting to see if my puppy has earned what she’s begging for

You're lying on your stomach, basking in the warmth of the sun as it kisses your sunkissed skin. The beach is bustling with activity, but all you can focus on is the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. Your mind is wandering, your body is tingling, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside of you.

As if on cue, you feel a presence behind you. You glance over your shoulder and see a group of men, their eyes filled with desire as they take in the sight of your naked body. You bit your lower lip, a small smile playing on your lips as you realize what's about to happen.

"Fuck, you look good enough to eat," one of them says, his voice low and husky.

You moan softly as you feel his fingers tracing a path up your thigh, teasing you as they get closer and closer to your needy pussy. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in, and he doesn't hesitate. He plunges his fingers deep inside of you, and you cry out in pleasure as he begins to fuck you with them.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you gasp, your body writhing beneath him as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

But he's not alone. Another man steps forward, his dick hard and ready. He grabs your tits, squeezing them roughly as he smacks them around. You cry out, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, increasing the pace as he continues to spank your tits.

You can only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you feel yourself on the brink of orgasm.

But just as you're about to tip over the edge, they flip you over. You're now on your back, your legs spread wide as they take turns fucking you. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your body moving in time with theirs as they fill you up over and over again.

And then you see it - a camera. Someone's filming you, capturing every moment of your public debauchery. The thought of it sends you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. You scream out, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

The men don't stop, they keep going, one after the other, until they all come, filling you up with their hot, sticky cum. You're panting, your body covered in a sheen of sweat as they all step back, spent.

You look up at the camera, a wicked smile on your lips.

"I hope you got a good show," you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction.

The camera pans out, capturing the group of men, all of them still hard, still ready.

"Oh, we did," a voice off-camera says, a hint of a challenge in his tone.

You laugh, your body still humming with pleasure.

"Well then, let's give them another show," you say, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

And with that, you spread your legs wide, inviting them back in.

Because when it comes to pleasure, you're always ready for more.

You're mine for the night, my submissive little pet. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you gaze up at me, your body already trembling with anticipation. You're naked, save for the collar around your neck, and I can't help but feel a surge of power and desire as I look at you.

"On your hands and knees, now," I command, and you obey without hesitation. I run my hands over your body, feeling your soft skin and the heat emanating from your core. "You're mine to do with as I please," I growl, and I can hear the wetness in your pussy as you moan in response.

I tease you for what feels like hours, my fingers and tongue exploring every inch of your body. I can feel your pleasure building, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing minute. And just as you're on the brink of release, I pull away, leaving you panting and begging for more.

"Please, master," you gasp, and I can't help but smile at your desperation. "Please let me cum."

"Not yet, my pet," I reply, my voice dripping with desire. "I'm not done with you yet."

I fill you up, load after load, until your womb is full of my seed. You're dripping with my essence, your pussy stretched and filled to the brim. And still, I don't stop. I can't get enough of you, of the way you moan and gasp as I fuck you, of the way your body trembles and shakes under my touch.

"You're mine," I growl, my fingers digging into your hips as I thrust into you. "Say it, my pet. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, master," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours."

And with that, I let go. I fill you up one last time, my cock twitching as I empty myself inside you. You're a mess, your body slick with sweat and cum, and yet you look more beautiful than ever.

"Good girl," I murmur, my lips pressed against your ear. "Such a good little pet."

And as I pull out of you, leaving you filled with my seed, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride. You're mine, and there's nothing more beautiful than that.

The night wears on, and we continue to explore each other's bodies. We fuck and we cum, our moans and gasps filling the room as we lose ourselves in each other. And as the sun begins to rise, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness. This has been a perfect night, one that I never want to end.

"I don't want this to end," I whisper, my lips pressed against your forehead.

"Then don't let it," you reply, your voice soft and sleepy. "Stay with me, master. Stay with me forever."

And so, I do. I stay with you, my submissive little pet, and we continue to explore each other's bodies and souls. We become one.

I see you.

On your knees, bare and waiting — just the way I love you.

You don’t need to be told who you are.

You already know. Mine.

My good girl. My pet. My perfect toy.

And yes… I’m watching. Always.

Stay right there. You’re exactly where you belong.

I kneel for him even when he’s not here.

Body bare. Mind quiet.

Waiting to be told what to feel, what to crave, who I am.

Because I already know the answer—

I’m his good girl.

His pet.

His little toy aching to be used.

And even like this…

I hope he’s watching.

You should be dripping for me.

You should be exposed like this — wet, needy, shameless.

My perfect little display of obedience and filth.

By that pool or anywhere else, you’re not just mine — you’re my property. My toy. My slut.

And every inch of your soaked, aching body exists to please me.

The way you open yourself without hesitation…? That’s what makes you worthy of being owned.

Don’t ever close your legs unless it’s around my cock.

You were made to be used, shown off, and filled.

Now smile for me, little one.

The world should see what it looks like to belong completely.

Not ashamed. Not shy.

I chose this.

To be His.

By the pool, dripping more for Him than the water ever could.

Open, obedient, and aching—

exactly the slut He deserves.

The evening had been filled with laughter and good food, your husband's cooking skills never failed to impress me. As the night wore on, we found ourselves retiring to our respective rooms. I settled into the guest bed, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of your husband's gaming headset as he indulged in his nightly Call of Duty session.

Just as I was about to drift off, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to find you standing by the bed, your silhouette barely visible in the dim light filtering in from the hallway. "He's always playing that damn game," you whispered, your voice filled with frustration. "He never has time for me."

I sat up, surprised and a bit confused. "What are you saying, Sarra ?" I asked, using your name for the first time in a way that felt more intimate than before.

You sighed, your hand moving to the sash of your robe. "I'm saying that I need someone who can give me the attention I deserve," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. With a swift motion, you untied the sash, letting the robe fall to the floor.

I couldn't help but stare at your naked form, my heart pounding in my chest. Your body was a masterpiece, curves in all the right places, and your breasts, full and inviting. "Sarra, are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, stepping closer to the bed. "I've never been surer about anything," you replied, your voice filled with a desire that made my heart race. You climbed onto the bed, your body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from your skin, the scent of your arousal filling the room.

I didn't need any more convincing. I pulled you closer, my lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands roamed my body, pulling at my clothes until I was as naked as you. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin.

I trailed my lips down your neck, my hands cupping your breasts. I could feel your nipples harden under my touch, your breath hitching as I rolled them between my fingers. I continued my descent, my lips finding your nipples, teasing and sucking until you were moaning softly.

I moved lower, my lips tracing a path down your stomach, my hands gripping your hips. I could feel your body trembling with anticipation, your legs parting to give me access. I didn't waste any time, my tongue darting out to taste your sweet pussy.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping my hair as I licked and sucked at your clit. I could feel you getting closer, your body tensing under my touch. I slipped a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that made you see stars.

You came with a loud moan, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. I didn't give you time to recover, my cock already rock hard and ready to fuck you. I positioned myself at your entrance, looking into your eyes as I slowly pushed inside.

You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate me. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I started to move, my thrusts slow and deep, drawing out your pleasure.

I could feel your body responding, your hips moving to meet mine. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I knew you were close, your moans getting louder, your body tensing under mine.

I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my cock. You cried out, your body shaking as you came, your pussy milking my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, my own orgasm hitting me like a freight train.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies still connected. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with a satisfaction that made me smile.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Anytime, Sarra ," I replied, my voice filled with a promise that I knew I would keep.

As I lay there, my body still tingling from the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn't help but think about the witty ending to this story. I guess sometimes, the best stories are the ones that are left unfinished, their endings left to the imagination of the reader. But one thing was for sure, this was a night I would never forget

In the quiet of the night, I creep into your house, my heart pounding with anticipation. The thrill of the forbidden only heightens my desire for you, my slutty girl. I've been watching you for weeks, your every move, every breath, every sigh. I've memorized your routines, your likes, your dislikes. And tonight, I'm going to make you mine.

I find you in your bedroom, asleep and vulnerable. I approach you silently, my eyes never leaving your beautiful, slumbering form. I tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, ensuring you're completely at my mercy. Your eyes flutter open, confusion giving way to fear, then to arousal as you recognize me.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "You've been teasing me, making me want you. Now, it's time for you to pay the price."

I straddle you, my weight pinning you down. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine now," I growl. "And I'm going to make you come, over and over again."

I start with your neck, my lips and tongue exploring the soft, sensitive skin. I move down, my hands roaming over your body, feeling your curves, your softness. I cup your breasts, my thumbs teasing your nipples until they're hard and aching.

"Please," you beg, your voice a whimper. "Please, master."

I smile, my fingers moving down, finding your wetness. I slip a finger inside you, feeling you clench around me. I add another finger, then another, stretching you, preparing you. I can feel your arousal, your need.

"You're so fucking wet," I murmur, my voice filled with hunger. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you."

"Yes," you gasp, your hips bucking against my hand. "Yes, please."

I withdraw my fingers, making you whimper with need. I position myself between your legs, my dick hard and throbbing. I tease your entrance, feeling you squirm beneath me. And then, with one hard thrust, I'm inside you.

You cry out, your body arching off the bed. I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep. I can feel you clenching around me, your body begging for release. I lean down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues dance, our breaths mingling.

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. I can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing beneath me. I reach between us, my fingers finding your clit. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Come for me," I demand, my voice a growl. "Come for me, now."

You scream, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel you clenching around me, your orgasm milking my dick. But I'm not done yet. I pull out, flipping you over onto your stomach. I tie your hands to the headboard, ensuring you're completely helpless.

I enter you again, my thrusts hard and deep. I can feel your wetness coating my dick, your body trembling beneath me. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit again. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Again," I demand, my voice filled with lust. "Come for me, again."

And you do, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel your orgasm, your wetness coating my dick. I can feel my own orgasm building, my body tensing. And then, with one final thrust, I come, my orgasm filling you.

I collapse on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat. I untie your wrists, my fingers brushing against your skin. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear.

"You're mine now," I whisper, my voice filled with satisfaction. "And I'm never letting you go."

And with that, I roll off you, pulling you into my arms. I can feel your body relaxing, your breaths evening out. I can feel your heart, beating in sync with mine. And as we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I know that I've found my perfect slut. And I'm never letting her go.

My Property – part 1

You’re already in position—on your hands and knees like a trained bitch. Naked, save for the thick black collar around your neck—my mark. A symbol that you don’t belong to yourself anymore. You’re mine.

I step into the room slowly, savoring the sight of you presented so perfectly. Your ass is high, your back arched just how I like it. I can see the slick trail glistening down your thighs, your pussy already dripping, needy, desperate.

“Look at you,” I growl. “My filthy little pet. Can’t go five minutes without aching for my cock, can you?”

You don’t answer right away, and that’s a mistake. I close the distance and slap your ass hard—sharp, loud, cruel. You yelp, your body jolting forward, but you don’t break position. Good girl.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe, eyes wide. “I need you. I need to be used.”

I kneel behind you, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back until your mouth opens instinctively.

“Open wider,” I command, spitting straight onto your tongue. You swallow without hesitation, tongue out again before I even ask.

“Good. Filthy. Obedient.”

I unzip slowly, letting the weight of my cock fall free, thick and aching. You watch me like you’re starving. I slap it against your cheek, then tap it on your lips.

“You’re not a person right now,” I murmur, voice low and dark. “You’re a fucktoy. My hole. My mess. My cumrag.”

You moan at the words, hips grinding into the air like you need friction—like you need to be filled or you’ll lose your mind. I grab your hips and pull you back hard onto my cock, sinking deep into your soaked pussy in one ruthless thrust.

“Take it,” I snarl, one hand gripping your waist, the other grabbing your neck. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Every inch. Every thrust. Every drop.”

I pound into you, relentless, unforgiving. The sound of my hips slamming against your ass fills the room. My balls smack your clit with every stroke. You’re shaking, moaning, losing yourself completely.

“You’re just a dirty little hole,” I hiss. “Made to be used. Made to be filled. Say it.”

“I’m your hole,” you cry out. “Your dirty fucktoy. I want it—I want everything.”

Your body tightens around me, muscles clenching, orgasm tearing through you like a shockwave. But I don’t stop. I fuck you through it, brutal and deep, making sure you feel me long after I’m done.

I pull out suddenly, pushing you forward so your face presses into the carpet. Your ass is red, your thighs soaked. I grab your hair again and drag your head up.

“Open,” I growl. “I’m going to cum in that slutty little mouth.”

You obey, tongue out, eyes locked on me like you need to be degraded. I stroke myself, spit dripping from your lips, and then I cum—thick, hot ropes all over your tongue, your lips, your cheek. You don’t flinch. You just swallow and open wider.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You love being my cum-drunk little whore.”

You nod, mouth still open. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours. Use me. Ruin me.”

I grab my phone and start recording. Your face—flushed, messy, shining with spit and cum. Your pussy—red, dripping, wrecked.

“Smile for me,” I say. “Because now the world’s going to see what you really are.”

You smile, eyes gleaming with shame and pride and lust. You don’t care who watches. You just want to be mine.