We have started to play a new game Master and I. He has grown quiet fond of it and with the new spring weather I could see it happening more often. The fact that Master involves me in these games goes to show how good I have been and accepting of his discipline. I am undeserving of his love or attention so I am glad I can contribute to his happiness. Now back to the sadistic game Master has developed for us. With the warmer weather comes the lack of clothing that follows and outdoor activities alongside it. So what better way to enjoy these outdoor activities than with Master allowing me to be his bait in a good ol’ game of torture the silly little boy who looks at his pet? Oh how I love this game, it brings my Master so much happiness and for that I will do anything. Master lets me dress super skanky with a little tiny skirt and slutty inviting pigtails and rollerblade around the park. My cunt feels so good as the air rushes past it up my skirt, I bite my lip as a jogger approaches. Master sits on a bench as I flash him a glance for his approval. He nods.
“Damn doll face you always roller blade like that?”
He tries to sound super slick as he approaches me. I can see his rape fantasies while he eyes looks through my clothes already. He is perfect for Master; I received the nod of approval, my heart races with anticipation. I giggle at him, seeming as though I am bashful.
“Only when it feels this great outside.” I replied. Then I questioned him, “You always approach random women at the park?”
I already anticipated the comeback; I knew this kind of boy, this kind of little tiny, pathetic, waste of human tissue that Master always ranted about. I raised my eyebrow and gave him a half cocked smile in anticipation for what was about to come from his wretched face hole.
“Only when they look this good out. HaHaHa.”
His chuckle made me want to vomit all over the sidewalk. This tiny boy who though he was a man was about to realize what a real man was, Master would show him, Master would show him what it meant to be a real man. What it meant to dominate and what it meant to have a good little pet to submit to every demand because they want to please.
“How ‘bout we take this back to my place. I don’t live far I promise.” And just like that I turned my back to him gave him a wink and wagged my finger in a come hither motion. And just like that the poor little puke of a puppy dog followed hot on my trails. I could see him uproot from his bench, Master was quickly steps ahead of me. A smile grew across my face. The douche behind me thought it was for him but my allegiance was with the brilliant mind of my masochistic Master waiting for the next step of our game. We take my car, I tell him I can drive him back to the park, but really I do not want any evidence in his douche rocket of a vehicle when they find it abandoned there.
When we pull up he points out how beautiful my house is, how “well groomed” my garden looks trying to flash his dull innuendos in my direction. I chuckle for him slightly, fake of course, but he doesn’t seem to notice. As we step across the walkway to the entrance of Master’s home a smirk began to reach the very corners of my mouth. Thinking of Master on the other side of the door, of what he was going to do with this piece of waste when he walked in, made me burst with love juices. My pussy throbbed hard for his hard cock to penetrate his pet, and we had not even got to the best part.
I reached for the brushed brass door handle furnished upon the heavy door painted red and gave it a turn. Slowly I pushed it open and held out my arm directing my pussy thirsty guest inside. I smiled from ear to ear, I was a good little pet, like a cat bringing home a dead bird to please it’s owner I brought mine home for my Master. He was dead already, he was just lucky to have a pulse.
Or were we the lucky ones…
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