You're Mine For The Night, My Submissive Little Pet. I Can See The Excitement In Your Eyes As You Gaze

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.

Picture this:

You’re on your knees in front of me before I leave for work, still aching from the night before. I grab your hair, tilt your head back, and say,

“You know what I expect, don’t you? Get on the bed. Spread those thighs. Master needs to leave his mark.”

And I do.

No teasing, no slow build — just my cock slamming into your soaked little hole, stretching you wide and deep, making you whimper and gasp as I take what’s mine.

I fuck you hard, fingers digging into your hips, using you like the perfect cum-dump you are, moaning low in your ear:

“You want to be full all day? You want to feel my cum dripping out of you while you’re at the store, on the bus, with your friends? Then take it. Take every drop like my good little slut.”

And when I finally cum — thick, deep, hot inside you — I don’t pull out.

I just stay there, pressed deep, feeling your pussy flutter around me as it tries to keep every last drop.

Then I kiss your forehead, pull out slowly, and watch it all start to spill down your thighs.

Just like you asked. Just like you need.

Now tell me, baby — do you want Master to make you clean it up with your tongue, or leave you dripping all day, panties ruined, brain fogged with lust?

Your choice… but either way, you’re not going anywhere without my cum inside you.

In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay a hidden world known only to the initiated. A world where the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, were blurred. This was my world, and tonight, you were mine.

You stood before me, your eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. Your body trembled, not from cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come. Your hands were bound behind your back, your chest heaving with each shallow breath. Your nudity was a testament to your submission, your willingness to surrender to my every whim.

I circled you, my eyes raking over your body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. "You look so fucking beautiful like this," I whispered in your ear, my breath hot against your skin. "Helpless. Vulnerable. All mine."

I traced a finger down your spine, watching as goosebumps erupted in its wake. You gasped, your body arching into my touch. I smirked, knowing that even in this state of submission, you still craved my touch.

I moved to stand in front of you, my eyes meeting yours. "You're mine tonight," I said, my voice low and commanding. "And I'm going to use you however I see fit."

I reached out, my fingers finding your nipples. I pinched them hard, watching as your eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping your lips. I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "And then, I'm going to piss on you."

Your eyes flew open, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across your face. I chuckled, my hand moving down to cup your pussy. I found you wet, your arousal coating my fingers. "You like that idea, don't you?" I asked, my voice husky.

I didn't wait for your answer. Instead, I pushed you down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide. I knelt between them, my eyes locked on your glistening pussy. I licked my lips, hunger gnawing at my insides. I wanted to taste you, to feel you writhe beneath me as I devoured you.

I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste your sweetness. You moaned, your hips bucking against my mouth. I gripped your thighs, holding you in place as I feasted on you. I lapped at your clit, my tongue flicking and teasing, driving you to the brink of madness.

I felt you tense beneath me, your body coiling like a spring. I knew you were close, so close to shattering. I pulled back, my lips glistening with your arousal. "Not yet," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moved up your body, my lips claiming yours in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on your lips, the taste of your arousal mixed with mine. It was intoxicating, a heady mix that only served to fuel my desire.

I broke the kiss, my hands moving to grip your hips. I flipped you over, pulling you up onto your knees. I positioned myself behind you, my cock nudging at your entrance. I gripped your hips, my fingers digging into your skin. "Ready?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation. I didn't wait. I slammed into you, my cock filling you completely. You cried out, your body arching against mine. I gripped your hips, pulling you back onto me as I thrust into you.

I fucked you hard, my hips slamming against yours, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing around the room. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy tightening around my cock. I reached around, my fingers finding your clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, my thrusts becoming more frantic.

I felt you shatter, your body convulsing around mine as you came. I followed soon after, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. I pulled out, my cum spilling out of you, coating your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

I moved to stand above you, my cock still hard and ready. I looked down at you, your body trembling and spent. "Now," I said, my voice husky. "I'm going to piss on you."

I watched as your eyes widened, a mix of shock and anticipation flashing across your face. I gripped my cock, aiming it at you. I let go, my piss spraying out, coating your body in a warm golden shower.

I watched as you writhed beneath me, your body responding to the sensation. I chuckled, my cock still hard and ready. "I told you I'd use you however I saw fit," I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. "And I always keep my promises."

And with that, I left you there, your body covered in my cum and my piss. A testament to my dominance, a symbol of your submission. And as I walked away, I knew that tonight, you were truly mine

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

I’ll stand over you, one hand in your hair, the other trailing down your throat to remind you who owns every inch of this perfect, begging body.

I won’t be gentle. Not when you’re presenting yourself like the obedient little offering you are.

You don’t just want me to do my thing.

You want to be undone by it.

Used, worshiped, ruined—and rebuilt as mine.

And that’s exactly what you’ll get.

Gravity got you there.

Now I’ll keep you there.

Gravity did her thing. Now I just need you to do yours.

My Property – Part 2: Good Pets Obey”

The door shuts behind me with a satisfying click.

And there she is. Right where she belongs.

On her knees. Naked. Waiting.

The light from the hallway cuts across her bare skin, highlighting the way her back curves just slightly as she presents herself to me—shoulders pulled back, thighs parted wide, her collar locked tight around her neck. Her eyes stay lowered, exactly as trained, but the words come without hesitation:

“Thank you, Sir… for owning me.”

My lips curl into a slow smile. She doesn’t even look up for praise—she’s too deep in her place. Not a partner. Not a lover. Not even a person in this moment. Just my slave. My possession. My obedient, wet little pet.

I say nothing.

I make her wait.

I walk slowly around her like a predator circling a caged thing. I see the way she breathes—shallow, needy, already trembling. Her thighs are slick and glistening. Her nipples are tight. Her body is practically begging me to touch her. To use her. To take.

I stop behind her. Let the silence stretch like a leash around her throat. Then:

“Crawl to me.”

She moves instantly—on hands and knees, crawling across the hardwood floor like the obedient bitch she is. Her ass sways naturally, submissively. It’s not performance—it’s instinct now. Her mouth opens slightly, like she’s hoping I’ll spit in it again. Like a pet begging for scraps.

I grip her chin hard and lift her face. Her eyes stay down.

“Look at me.”

She obeys.

“Do you exist for anything other than my use?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you a woman?”

“No, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“Your property. Your slave. Your pet. I’m whatever you say I am.”

Good.

I shove two fingers between her legs and feel just how soaked she is—hot and dripping and pulsing around nothing.

“You’re disgusting,” I growl. “Dripping like a needy bitch just because I walked in the door.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “I’m disgusting. I’m yours.”

I pull my fingers out, hold them to her lips. She opens eagerly. I feed her her own slick like it’s dinner. She sucks hungrily, moaning, her tongue swirling as she cleans my fingers like the obedient little thing she is.

“Get in position. Hands on the floor. Knees spread. Face the mirror.”

She scrambles to obey. She knows the rules. I watch her crawl to the full-length mirror I installed for this very reason—so she can watch herself be used.

She settles on all fours, her collar shining, her pussy exposed and twitching.

I unzip my pants slowly and step behind her, my cock already hard, thick with anticipation.

“You’ve got one job in this house,” I say as I slap her ass hard. “And that’s to be used.”

Another slap. Then another. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up to the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Look at what you are.”

She stares, whimpering.

“My little fuckpet. My cumdrunk slave. You live for this.”

“Yes, Sir. Please use me. Please… don’t stop.”

I push inside her in one deep, brutal thrust. She screams—but it’s the kind of scream I love: relief mixed with pain, like her body’s finally back where it belongs.

“Shut up and take it.”

I fuck her like she’s a toy. Like she has no thoughts, no agency, no purpose except to milk my cock and moan for my pleasure. I wrap her leash around my hand and use it to control her rhythm—yanking when I want her deeper, tightening when I want her to moan louder.

“You’re not even human to me anymore,” I snarl. “You’re a fucking object. A hole with a heartbeat. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps. “Use me. Break me. I’m yours.”

Her cunt squeezes around me like she’s already close. But she knows better.

“You do not cum unless I command it.”

“Yes, Sir. Please—please let me.”

I don’t answer. I just keep going. Relentless. Cruel. Filling her completely, pushing her further than most would survive. She screams into the floor, hands clawing at the wood.

I pull out just before I explode, shove her flat to the ground, and straddle her face.

“Mouth open.”

She obeys instantly, tongue out, lips parted, hungry.

I stroke myself, spit dripping down onto her tongue as I groan. My cock pulses, and I unload deep into her mouth—thick, hot ropes that she swallows without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Good. Fucking. Pet.”

She swallows again, then whispers: “Thank you, Sir.”

I look down at her—naked, wrecked, face messy and dripping with sweat and spit and my cum.

I snap a photo. Then two.

“You’re mine. And tomorrow, we’re going to show them what a real slave looks like.”

On my knees for you Sir. Thank you so much for owning me.

In the heart of our private sanctuary, where the scent of your desire permeates the air, I stand before you, my submissive girl. Your body, a canvas of unbridled lust, trembles with anticipation. Your eyes, filled with a mix of fear and longing, meet mine.

"Take a deep breath, my sweet. You know what's coming," I whisper, my voice dripping with dominance. Your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling rapidly. I can see the goosebumps on your skin, a testament to your arousal.

I trace my fingers along your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts, and then lower still, until I reach the soft mound between your legs. You gasp as I cup you, feeling your warmth and wetness seep through the thin fabric of your panties.

"So ready for me, aren't you?" I smirk, pressing my fingers against your clit through the fabric. You moan, your body arching into my touch. I chuckle, enjoying the power I hold over you.

With a swift motion, I tear your panties off, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. You whimper, but I silence you with a kiss, my tongue delving into your mouth, tasting your sweetness.

"I'm going to eat you now, my dear. Every inch of you," I murmur against your lips, my hands roaming over your body. I kneel before you, my face level with your sex. I inhale deeply, savoring your scent.

I spread your lips open, revealing your pink, glistening flesh. I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste you. You shudder, your hands fisting in my hair as I lick and suck at your clit.

"Fuck, master," you moan, your legs trembling. I chuckle, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. I continue my assault, my tongue delving into your pussy, tasting your sweet nectar.

I pull back, my face glistening with your juices. I look up at you, my eyes filled with hunger. "You taste so fucking good, my sweet. But I want more."

I turn you around, your ass presented to me like a feast. I knead your cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal your tight, puckered hole. I lean in, my tongue flicking against your asshole.

You gasp, your body tensing. "Relax, my dear. I'm going to fuck you here too," I murmur, my tongue continuing its assault. You moan, your body relaxing as I tongue your ass.

I stand up, my hard cock pressing against your ass. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit. I rub circles around it as I slide my cock into your pussy. You moan, your body shuddering with pleasure.

"So fucking tight, my dear. You were made for me," I groan, thrusting into you. You push back against me, your body craving more. I oblige, my thrusts becoming more forceful.

I pull out of your pussy, my cock dripping with your juices. I line it up with your ass, slowly pushing in. You moan, your body tensing at the intrusion. I still, letting you adjust to my size.

Once you're ready, I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep. You moan, your body shuddering with pleasure. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub circles around it as I fuck your ass.

"Come for me, my dear. Let me feel you come on my cock," I groan, my thrusts becoming more frantic. You moan, your body tensing as your orgasm builds.

With a cry, you come, your body shuddering with pleasure. I groan, your orgasm pushing me over the edge. I come, filling your ass with my cum.

I pull out, my cum dripping from your ass. I turn you around, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. "You're mine, my dear. Every inch of you," I murmur, my hands roaming over your body.

You smile, your body sated. "Yes, master. I'm all yours."

"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.