You Are Mine Pt1

The first day of your new job at this little bookstore you were warned about me.. the 21 year old behind the counter who dresses like a catholic school girl with ‘Kayla’ printed on my little name tag. After our boss showed you around and taught you what you’d need to know he says, “And Pete, don’t get too close to this one. She’s a devil.”

I look up from the book I’m reading and glance over you with a little smile, “Why boss.. I don’t know what you mean.”

Our eyes meet and in that moment you sense something primal. The tempting allure of a predator behind the façade of a sweet girl. I raise my book to read again and you notice the title is 50 Shades of Grey, my eyes however are still on you. You look away bashfully and go about your work day in our little quiet shop.

It isn’t long before our boss leaves for the day, putting me in charge to close. It’s slow in the shop as usual.. a few people come and go every so often, but mostly it’s just you and I. While putting books up on the shelves you turn to go around to the next isle but there I am, right in front of you and in your space.

“If you work here,” I say as my hands pinch at your shirt, “Then you need to wear your name tag.” I pin it on you with a little a smile and when you look down you see it reads ‘PET’.

“You uh, forgot to put the ‘E’ at the end.” You look so nervous with me this close to you. So vulnerable. So cute.

“No. I didn’t.” My finger traces over your nametag and the look on my face turns mischievous as I say, “I think you’re going to like working here, Pet.”

Not even once do I call you by your name, from then on you are only ‘Pet’ to me. I would ‘accidentally’ spill a pile of books to the floor and give you this little look saying, “Oops.. pick those up for me, would you Pet?” I’d stay seated on my stool with my legs open just enough for to easily get a peek up my skirt and let you see my panties while you’re down there picking up my mess. Somedays I wore pink, others I’d wear white.. I’d always pretend not to notice, and whenever you tried to be a gentleman by avoiding to look I would spread my legs a little wider to tempt you all the more. Clumsy Kayla would always have something for you to pick up on days we work together.

I would often complain about my feet hurting and on your break I would plop down in a chair across from you. I’d take my shoes off and kick my feet up in your lap, with my pouting lips I’d say “Rub my feet for me, Pet.” Poor boy.. I would make you spend your whole break massaging my feet while I lounge back enjoying myself like a princess. Sometimes I give you a little treat by resting my foot right on your groin and pretend I don’t notice that swelling bulge in your pants while you massage me.

One day while rubbing my feet you vent your problems to me, saying how bad you want to move out of your parents’ home. There’s a sparkle in my eyes as I slyly say, “I have room. The roommate I had just left for college.”

“Wow, really? That’s great!”

“Yeah.. but there’s only one problem. I’m not looking for another roommate.”

“Oh..”

“What I want is a pet.” The corners of my mouth curl with the wickedness I have in mind, and the look in my eyes is a little scary.

So nervous.. you swallow hard, and stutter “Wh- What kind of a pet?”

I move my left foot from your knee to rest it on your crotch, “A pet I can train.. a pet that’ll do as it’s told..” I raise my right foot out from your hand slowly dragging it up your chest, my skirt lifts as I raise my leg and you can clearly see my little white panties hugging the outline of my vulva. Bringing my foot close to your face I say, “A pet that’ll suck my toes whenever I please.”

I delicately trace my big toe over your lower lip and when you open your mouth to say something I push it in, “Shhh.. don’t speak. Just suck, and be my pet.” I let out a little sigh of joy as I feel you accept and obey my command. My eyes are half closed with my head tilted back, pressing my left foot a little harder against that growing bulge of yours while you suck on my toe like a pacifier.

“Mmm.. yeah, show me you can be a good pet and make my pretty toes feel good with your mouth.” I start pushing the rest of my toes into your mouth, and enjoy the feeling of your tongue swirling around them between your sucking. My left foot presses down on your bulge and rubs back and forth slowly. Your nervousness seems to be only getting worse as I do this, your face blushing bright red. “A good pet will let me do anything I want to their body.. and anything I want them to do to mine. If I let you stay with me.. you belong to me.”

You pull your mouth away just enough to speak, confessing to me “I- I’m still a .. a virgin.” Blushing bright and oozing with nervous inexperience, you’re so cute in this moment that I just want to eat you up. With your eyes downcast you can’t help but notice a little wet spot is now showing on my white panties hugging me so snug.

“I know you are.” Again you sense that primal predator inside me looking back at you as I stuff my toes into your mouth. “And I’m going to take that from you.. if you move in as my pet.”

My other foot rubs sensually up and down that hard bulge in your pants.. measuring your cock as I tease. “Mm.. you’re just the size I want in a pet too. Yes.. this will work nice..” Your blushing face is so bright it makes me giggle at how cute you are. “Do you wanna come home with me, Pet?”

Three days later you’re outside my door with all your belongings packed in your car. Before I let you inside I hand you a small gift box with a naughty grin on my face, “I got you this little house warming gift. Open it.” When you do you see inside is a black leather collar with silver letters that reads ‘PET’. The look on my face turns serious as I say, “This is to be always worn when you’re home. You’re only allowed to take it off when you sleep or bathe. If I catch you inside without it, you’ll be punished. Now be a good boy and put it on, I’ll help you unpack.”

While helping you get settled into your room you bashfully ask me, “So like.. what exactly are we?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like.. should I be changing my relationship status on facebook and call you my girlfriend?”

I laugh, “Of course not. I’m nobody’s girlfriend.” I see that look of disappointment and confusion in your eyes so I turn to you and say, “I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your Mistress. I own you, you are mine to do with as I please. Since you seem confused I think I should put you in your place.” I take you by the hand and smile, “Come, let’s go watch some TV.”

I lead you into the living room and say, “Take your shirt and pants off, and lay there on the floor.” I grab the remote control and start flicking through the channels until I find a scary movie that’s just beginning. Watching you bashfully do as your told, pulling your shirt off.. then your pants and laying down on your back in just your boxers.

Standing next to your head, I drop my white panties down to my ankles. Stepping out over your head you can see right up my skirt.. the little curve of my butt cheeks and my clean shaved pussy are bared to your sight. I spread my legs a little and giggle as I look behind me to see your cock start to swell out of your boxers. “Is this the first time you’ve seen a pussy? The internet doesn’t count.”

“Y-yes.”

I pull my skirt up a little and spread my labia with two fingers, showing you my lil pink clit. “This is where your tongue goes.” I slowly rub my fingertip around it to illustrate. I let go of my skirt and start to squat above you, my pussy lips part a little as I bring myself down on your face. My skirt cloaks your head obscuring your vision to only see what you can from between my soft thighs. The delicate smooth flesh of my sex brushes your lips and you can feel my wetness against them. The scent of my pussy is an aphrodisiac aroma begging to be tasted.

A soft gasp escapes me as I feel your tongue part my pussy lips to search out my little pearl and my body rewards you with the sweet taste of my nectar. “This is your place, Pet. This is where you belong.” My eyes flutter with pleasure and I wet my lips, “Under me, serving me, pleasing me any way I see fit.”

I gently grind myself on your tongue, “I’m going to use this part of you to clean my body whenever I please. It is my sponge and right now I want it to soak up every bit of that tasty juice I’m making for you until I’m done watching my movie. I don’t care how tired that tongue gets, you better keep it moving or else you’ll be punished. If you do a good job.. you’ll get a nice long reward.”

Somehow even that promise of a reward sounds sinister from my lips, but you know in your heart punishment would be much worse. My gentle grinding on your face urges you on to your duty as I sigh with bliss and relax to the caressing of your tongue. This is your place, and you are mine.

To be continued..