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Marked For Him
🕑 Added 2022-03-01 07:00:05 +0000 UTCHis eyes more than feasted on her figure before him, his gaze could have devoured her whole. From behind, he examined her every move. She was the most prized of all his treasures. The pet, his pet, exuded sensuality. He watched as she wiped down the sill of an open window. She gripped a dusty rag in one hand and a spray bottle of cleaner in the other. Even through the sting of ammonia in the air, he could still experience her lush perfume of soft, oriental notes. Dark locks tied back spilled down between her shoulder blades. As she rose to admire her work, her expression shifted to a knowing grin. The pet could feel the look he gave her from behind. The ache began to stir.
“Is there something I could do for you, Master?” the pet spoke through rose petal lips. She turned to face him. Her eyes looked back, large and cyan, before averting her stare. The pet’s head lowered. The master drank in the rest of her from where he stood. A faint pink lace bra clung to her chest. Below, she wore a matching pair of panties and a white skirt as sturdy and concealing as tissue paper, all to his liking. Across her stomach was a mark of abstract design. Symmetrical lines swirled and shaped themselves into resembling blooming flowers. Beneath her lowered chin, a black leather collar was belted to her neck. The word ‘Pet’ had been stitched into one side, a name and title that the pet wore proudly.
“Come,” the master said, waving up one hand in a beckoning motion. The pet was quick to put down the cleaning supplies she had been working with most of the day to keep the master’s home up to his standards. Her bare feet lightly bounded in his direction. Coming closer to him, she kept her head lowered in adherence to proper pet conduct.
“Is everything okay, Master?” she asked.
“Kneel,” he said, sternly. The pet fell to her knees. She straightened her back upright. Her eyes drifted up to him. Every command he gave her burned through her body. Obeying him came as natural as breathing and was its own pleasure for her. He stroked her cheek with one rough knuckle. Her breathing slowly became more anxious.
“Master?” the pet asked. Her voice was soft and frail. It shook as she waited for his response. She shifted in her position, her thighs pressing together. The master held out his palm. A silver ring gleamed on his middle finger.
“Hand,” he said. The pet responded by placing her hand tenderly in his. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand against his crotch. Through his pants, she could feel the distinct stiffness of his appreciation. The pet breathed heavier as her fingers ran up and down the bulge. Her eyes darted between that and the ring on his finger. The same design as what she had marked across her stomach stretched over the band. A purple light began to shimmer through the waving lines along the mark, both on her stomach and on the master’s ring. Feeling his cock through his pants, the stirring ache started to become the pressure that she had become so familiar with in being his pet. Her thighs shifted.
“Master, I…” the pet said, unable to speak clearly before being interrupted.
“Look what you did,” the master said. He let go of her wrist to let her continue stroking him without assistance. She did so eagerly.
“I… I’m sorry, Master,” she said. She felt the heat and pulsing of her master’s cock through the fabric in between. Her mouth began to water.
“Well, what are you going to do about it?” he asked. His tone was playfully impatient. The more she stroked, the heavier the ache came to her, and with that, the marks glowed brighter.
“M-Master, may I… suck your cock?” the pet asked, sweetly. Her hand motions had become needful. He smirked back down at her as she waited, wide-eyed, for permission to touch him.
“Get on it,” the master said.
The pet raised both hands to start working on his pants like prying into a safe. She had become quite proficient in loosening his pants, locating his member, and pulling it out. Within seconds, it had fallen through his fly, sturdy and at full potential. The master’s full length and girth were beastly. Both hands cradled it together at the base and still there was dick left to push the tip deep into her mouth while stroking. One sensation after another flooded through the pet to emphasize the immense pleasure she obtained from feeling her master’s cock in her mouth. The heat of it burned through her, down to her aching mound, and left her mark shimmering brighter. The flavor of it against her tongue was one for which she regularly hungered. Feeling it stretch out her lips and jaw came second to working it down into her throat the way that he liked it.
“Good girl,” the master said, looking down at her. “Suck it.” The pet began to bob her head, pistoning it in and out as she pushed it deeper into her throat with each pass. She sucked on it and used her mouth and hands to pleasure the man in tandem. He watched as the beauty that was his pet worked through her own discomfort to bring him pleasure, though hers was not lost on him. He glanced down at the ring. The mark shimmered brighter still, as did the one on her stomach. He smirked and waved his hand to summon more of the magic that bound the two. Both marks glowed brighter still in a short, quick burst. The pet moaned suddenly against his cock, her eyes shutting tight. The pressure pushed against her mound harder than it had before. Her slit leaked and quivered in a rush of sensitivity. She paused to deal with the trembling pleasure leaving her aching and burning.
“Did I tell you to stop?” the master asked. The pet quickly resumed bobbing her head and stroking with her hands. She continued to moan. Eagerly, she worked her mouth and throat for her master as though that was their sole purpose. The master smiled, watching his pet hungrily service his desire. Sucking and soft gagging sounds came through the moans. The pet maintained her pace through the pressure rising more within her. She was expected to devote all of her attention to her master’s pleasure and none to her own. Her moans begged for his climax. They pleaded for his warm, thick cum to bless her senses, to savor the taste and feel it spilling down her throat and into the very body that belonged to him. Just as she anticipated from the warmth of his cock and the rapid beating of his heart, the payoff would be soon. She prepared herself. Her mark glistened a bright purple shade, lighting up the room. Faster and faster she stroked, wanting so desperately to feel her master’s semen fill her up. Just when she imagined her master would finally gift her such a treat, she was stopped.
“Pull off,” he said. Reluctantly, the pet paused and pulled his dick from her lips. It shined with moisture in front of her, the dangling carrot teasing just out of reach. The pet moaned and bit her lip as she looked up.
“I… is everything- did I do something wrong, Master?” the pet asked. His hand brushed her cheek. The mark on his ring illuminated like a beacon for her focus. It mimicked that of her own and synchronized perfectly with the state of her pressing, churning arousal.
“You got bright quick today,” he said. “How long has it been now?” The pet blushed, more than she always was, and looked away.
“Three weeks… and two days,” she said. The master nodded.
“Hm, dirty girl,” he said. “Stand up.” With a parting glance to his cock, the pet rose to her feet. She wiped her lip and shivered in place. The master pointed to the open window. “Go there and look out.” The pet looked back to see the window that she had been cleaning prior to her master’s intermission.
“Y-yes, Master,” the pet said. She obeyed without question, her mark still glowing and pussy still aching. She looked outside. The day was beautiful without question. A gentle warmth brushed against her cheeks. The setting sun draped shades of springtime flowers over everything. Beyond her master’s were other homes and their occupants outside enjoying the day’s final hours. The scent of pine rode soft, breezy currents through the air. Only as her master approached her from behind was the pet taken out of it.
“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” he asked. The pet was taken aback by her master’s sudden shift, but could enjoy both the scene and his company along with it.
“Yes, Master,” she said. His hand weaved through her hair from behind. She mewed softly to his touch. His voice returned to her gravely, sending a burning chill through her body.
“Bend over,” he said. “Present yourself.” The pet swallowed and did as she was told. She hung over the sil of the window, her front half nearly completely out. She felt her master gripping her panties and pulling them down her legs. Her skirt flipped up. A sharp snap of his palm against her cheek resonated through her, forcing out another moan. In an instant, she was bare and exposed for him. His hand sank against her ass. She gripped the edge of the window and bit her lip. Her mark shined more as she remained in position for him. The pet’s eyes caught glimpses of passersby many yards away glancing in her direction. She blushed, but dared not move.
“Ohhh, Master!” the pet shouted in heat. The slick end of her master’s cock pressed against her cheeks. He forced her over more, eliciting another moan out of her. His hand slipped down to her pussy. It burned and dripped across his fingers. Being touched seized the pressure building within. Both marks glowed brighter.
“Aren’t you a horny girl?” the master teased. The pet nodded.
“Yes, Master,” she responded, almost frantically in her arousal. “Please, Master… Please…”
“‘Please’ what, pet?”
“Please fuck me, Master!” the pet cried out. “I need it so badly! Please!”
The pet was still begging when her voice was cut short. Her master’s member, in its behemoth size and power, pushed inside her. It broke through the loosened walls of her pussy, sliding through the sensitive, wet tunnel. The force pushed the pet harder against the window sill. Another moan exploded from her throat before she could stifle it by biting hard onto her lip, reducing her pleasure to whimpers and whines. A surge of mystic light shined from her mark. Steadily, he pumped himself in and out of her pussy with little regard as to who might witness her feverish pleasure outside. His fingers clenched onto her hips. He rocked himself back and forth against her. The pressure pressed harder with him so roughly inside of her. Her hands trembled holding her up while her mark illuminated the entire room.
“Ooooohhh Master!!” the pet cried out. The ache was nearing its breaking point. The pressure slammed hard against the frail constitution she still managed in holding it back. It was ready to release, and yet she had not felt his. The master clenched one fist, the ring glowing against his knuckle.
“You know the rules,” he said through grunting thrusts.
“Please, Master!” the pet moaned pitifully. “Please let me! I’ve been good!”
“Not before me,” he said. The master pushed in and out of her harder and harder, each force earning one guttural moan out of his pet after another while she rode the apex of her pleasure. His meaty cock slammed deep up inside her. His thrusts nearly lifted her off the ground. The master kept a steady eye on the ring, making sure to keep his pet’s state under his command. With one massive push, his cock burst a hot eruption of cum inside of her. The pet cried out as she felt him filling her up. He stroked it against her walls, releasing every last savored drop. The master raised his hand and opened his fist. “Now.”
“Mmmmaaahhhhhh!!” the pet screamed. The orgasm that she had held back, that he had kept her from experiencing, exploded through her body. The mark across her stomach burst with her. The light she produced filled the room in a powerful wave of purple sparkles, with several other waves following behind. Her arms nearly caved. Her legs shook beneath her. The pet’s mouth hung open, her orgasmic cry bellowed out into the world around them. The magic that radiated from her mark was a calming mist, scented of fresh spring roses. One orgasm became another and another until they all seemed to melt together in a series of cresting and breaking waves.
When her pleasure began to subside, the master pulled out of her. She gasped, her legs crumpling her toward the floor. The master guided her with one strong arm. The pet heaved and panted, her face glossy with sweat. She felt his stern hand guide stray hairs from her face.
“Th… thank you… Master,” she said. She shivered and grinned sleepily. His fingers brushed through her hair, petting the top of her head.
“You’re very welcome, my pet,” the master said. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Rest now. You may go to bed if you’d like.” The pet nodded. The master’s ring-bearing knuckle swiped down her cheek to beneath her chin, lifting her face up to meet her eyes. Her eyes sparkled, falling on his affectionate gaze. He smirked. “Next time, it’ll be four weeks.”
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