Predator, prey and pet

I watched her from my window, I’d been home the better part of the workday, another “sickday.”

[the corners of my mouth turn up just a bit]

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“sick”

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[I shake my head slightly, not liking the term at all… “sick” implies weakness, vulnerability, I don’t fancy myself as either.

She approaches my house from the side, her car… no where to be seen out front… probably around the corner somewhere.

She goes around back… but before I lost sight of her, I believe I sensed a bit of apprehension, a slight… hesitation as she made one last glance behind her.

Maybe it wasn’t hesitation at all, maybe she was just making sure to cover her tracks, to make sure no one had seen.

I hear the door open…slowly

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then quietly close.

She’s inside now, my territory, my playing field, yet again, I have the home-field advantage.

It’s playing out almost too easily

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[shaking my head].

“Never pursue something into it’s own den no matter how timid, weak or submissive you think the potential prey seems.”

Maybe that was the hesitation I had sensed, maybe she knew she was crossing a line, breaking a rule.

She’s no rookie, no clumsy newbie… she’s tough, this one… no doubt about it.

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Why was this one pursing me so…

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eagerly,

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hungrily,

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recklessly?

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[head still shaking]

Based upon the series of emails we’d exchanged, she’d expected me to be home alone. Probably surprised when she drove by and she did not see my car, but rather than leave… curiosity got the best of her.

[stifled laugh] “I’ll say”

She’d made the block, then approached on foot, probably planning on having a “scene” ready to shock me or something when I would come home later.

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[head still shaking]

I move silently through the house towards her, knowing every creaky board in the hardwoods to avoid.

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My breathing is slow, deep, controlled.

Her perfume hits me… and without even thinking, I stop in my tracks, close my eyes and take it in… savoring her scent.

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My eyes open as I hear her rustling in the master bedroom, rooting through the dresser, armoire and nightstands… probably looking for evidence of the sorts of things I’ve “confessed” online to her that I’m interested… the sorts of things we’ve had pervy chats about and things that have come up in our little “cyber sessions.”

I come up behind her, almost wishing she’d spun around…

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I just wanted to see that look in her eyes…

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that look that registers everytime…

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when the mighty predator realizes they’ve become prey.

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Her scent is intoxicating, her dress, black, tasteful, professional, a fitted black button-up blouse, pencil skirt to the knees, black fishnet hosiery, clearly worn on purpose… to remind me of the naughty “French Maid” costume banter we’ve shared online… and probably thigh-highs rather than pantyhose… maybe the signature uniform of a Domme, according to some “alternative” dress code somewhere. Her heels, a little higher than practical for office wear, but then again, her best work clearly was not performed in an office setting, clearly those shoes have a different purpose altogether.

I raise the battery-powered gadget in my left hand. My eyes leave her shapely body and glanced down at the shiny little electrodes on the tazer… they seemed eager to nip at her supple flesh.

I roll my eyes as I hear you say,

"Ahhhh, you naughty fella, what is a good boy like you doing with such naughty toys?"

You bend over, retrieving what must be a few items that caught your eye, then you stand, clutching your prizes to your chest, eyes probably closed in anticipation of the pleasure you know they can bring you…

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or perhaps you’re pondering torturing me with them

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you breathe in deeply...

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completely oblivious as I place the zapper against your right buttock and squeeze the trigger.

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[ZZZZAAAPPPP]

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You're immediately unconscious and go limp, collapsing right into my waiting arms, like a woman in and old Bogart movie, swooning after a train station kiss.

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All too easy.

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I scoop you up, looking at your face, beautiful…

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still…

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smiling.

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and even after the bite of the tazer… still smiling.

Though unconscious, you still are clutching the “toys."

[*smirk*] “Girls and their toys.”

Carrying you in my arms like a new groom does his bride, I move through my house and enter the guest bedroom that so obviously is used for storage.

The room has a number of boxes stacked up, some winter clothes hanging in the closet, a single- sized pillow-topped mattress on the floor me with another leaning against the wall, then several other mattresses leaning lazily against the walls.

Gently and carefully, I place you on the mattress, position your hands down by your side, then place the toys on the floor nearby.

It’s a soft mattress, so it sags in the middle a bit, allowing your body to sink in, enveloping you a little.

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You look so peaceful…

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I want you to be comfortable.

Tugging roughly at the buttons of your blouse, releasing them from top to bottom, I cannot stifle a smile at seeing your black, satin bra doing its best to contain your breasts. The black material over your white skin is captivating, like a masterful charcoal sketch,

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black and white - but full of life and passion,

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the absence of other colors in no way diminishes the image.

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I snake one hand beneath you, behind your back and pull you towards me, to sit you up. Your face nestles against my chest, beneath my chin as I work to peel your shirt from you.

Your breathing is shallow and warm, rhythmic against my chest. Soothing

I lie you back down and again, my eyes take you in.

“Ooops, appears we lost a shoe!”

Undoubtedly, one of your “fuck-me-pumps” dropped from your foot as I carried you in here.

The asymmetry bothers me, so I kneel down, taking your left ankle into my hand while I ease your other shoe off.

In my firm grip, I can feel the tone of your leg,

“You must work out… clearly you take care of yourself.”

I lay your shoe down, but continue holding your ankle, then my hand works up towards your knee. The sheer, nylon barrier between my hand and your leg teases me…

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the texture entices me to…

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making me crave the smooth flesh beneath.

“Damn you are a tease, even when you’re not even trying!”

I lean over you, snake my right hand beneath your bumm, and find your skirt’s zipper. Your skirt unzips, but I remain there, over you, one hand beneath you, the other, supporting me. Our bodies like this, so close, it makes me smile and I close my eyes and breathe deeply again, now the perfume, is mixing nicely with the natural smell of your body.

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An intoxicating combination.

I return to the foot of the mattress and slide the skirt down over your shapely hips, down your sexy legs, then off over your feet.

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[smiling]

“I KNEW the fishnets were stockings!”

The garter and panties are black satin, just like your bra, a more beautiful image I cannot imagine.

I kneel beside you and place my right hand against the crotch of your panties. Wet, warm, just like I imagined. My fingers snake inside of the satin, touching your moist lips,

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[raising an eyebrow]

“My! How wet you are.”

Hooking my now soaked fingers around the satin material, in a backhand motion, I tear them from your privates.

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Smooth, glistening, wet… just like the satin that was covering your puss just a moment ago.

Your head lulls from one side to the other and I hear a *whimper*

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[a shudder moves through me]

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How could she have known exactly what I wanted to hear?

[examining the toys you found]

A vibrating dildo, a vibrating butt plug and a large leather plug gag.

“Excellent selection… I love a gal that knows what she likes.”

Taking the gag, I lean close to you, my fingers gently trace the outline of your lips. Though still quite unconscious, they seem to “purse” a bit, as if you were dreaming of some Prince Charming giving a kiss to wake his Sleeping Beauty.

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Instead, your lips are met with the large leather plug gag.

As I push it into your mouth, I swear you voluntarily opened wider for me. Maybe you were used to having large things fill that precious mouth

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that warm, inviting place.

Cradling your head in my hand, I pass the leather straps behind, mindful of your hair, and buckle the gag securely.

[now eyeing the “toys”]

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the butt plug is next.

I put my hand between your knees, then lift your right leg a bit, pulling and lifting it towards me, giving me access to your cooch. I touch the wet lips of your puss, using the tip of the plug to rub and smear your juices from front to back.

Just your position, lying on your back, has managed to cause the fluids flowing from you to work their way towards your backside.

Hardly any effort at all is needed to ease the plug up into your moist snatch, your body has lubricated it nicely for me.

[your head turns, and I hear *whimpers* through the gag]

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[shiver]

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“The gag even makes your whimpers sound more sexy. Fascinating.”

I withdraw the plug from you puss, looking at it, warm, wet, slick from your juices.

I close my eyes and inhale, bringing it to my lips.

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The smell is as delicious as the taste…

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Familiar,

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faintly familiar,

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sweet

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The moment… stretched for I don’t know how many seconds

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heaven… pure heaven.

I open my eyes slowly, then place the plug at its final destination, pressing it firmly between your cheeks.

I push a bit more, then crack a smile as I feel your muscles clench down.

“Oh, sweet girl, there is nothing you have that I cannot take… nothing you can resist me.”

In one fluid motion, the butt plug is pushed inside of you, filling your bumm. You emit a moan, muffled through the gag… probably the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

[throb]

Your puss now longs for more attention, relaxed from the brief attention from the butt plug, relaxed and wet

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ready for something else.

I lower your leg back to the mattress, knee bent, thigh at probably a 45 degree angle to the other. The dildo is somewhat flexible, a little large, but I know you’re up to the task.

Gently, I probe you with it.

It explores your lips and folds, becoming more slick each time it traces the path from your clit to where the butt plug is nestled.

My other hand rests just below your belly button, right where the front of the garter belt passes.

[smiling… enjoying the simultaneous feel of satin and your skin]

Without any conscious thought, my thumb begins to trace small circles around your clit, trying to avoid direct contact, but bumping against it “incidentally” as it continues to go round and round,

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continuing to bump against it as the dildo begins to slip inside of you… just a bit.

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Then back out

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More bumping of the clit… in fact, it’s pretty much escalated into rubbing,

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Definitely done… intentionally

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deliberately,

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purposefully.

The dildo sinks into your puss,

It’s hypnotizing to watch as it slides so deeply into you, then out, then back in.

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a “money shot” Definitely.

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“Where the heck is my cell phone camera?”

I push the dildo one last time, up inside of you, feeling it press against your cervix, filling you completely.

Holding it in place, I twist the bases of both “toys,” turning them on.

The humming is audible and I can feel the coursing through your body as I reposition your legs together.

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Thighs together…

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knees together…

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ankles together.

Tightly together to help keep these “toys” right where I put them.

I lean down to your ankles, pick up the black satin panties that had been torn from you earlier.

They are cool now… soaked… sweet.

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Using your torn satin panties, I wrap them around your ankles, then cinch them together tightly.

Your toes wiggle a bit, possibly from a dream, possibly from the sensations from the vibrators whirring away inside of you, maybe some of both.

Kneeling beside you, I’m in awe.

Somehow, the features and contours of your face have been made more beautiful by the large gag now held in your mouth,

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how your mouth is opened so wide.

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Beautiful.

The black rectangular leather panel of the large leather plug gag covers your mouth and pouty, red lips. I hear more moans and muffled *whimpers* coming from you now. Your eyes have begun to flutter occasionally.

Again, maybe it’s the sensations from the vibrators inside of you,

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maybe it’s just you stirring to consciousness.

The black leather gag compliments the black satin bra, garter belt and stockings quite nicely. I couldn’t have selected a more perfect outfit for you… not even if I had scripted this whole encounter.

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Its like we were made to collide, you and I.

Thinking of your breasts in the black satin causes my hand to involuntarily reach for them. I gently cup your left breast, sliding my hand gently around the satin barrier between us. I can feel your nipple beneath the layer of slick, black material. My finger tips pinch lightly, getting mostly satin,

then again… with more pressure

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then again… with still more pressure,

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*Success*

[another muffled *whimper*]

I tweak your nipple beneath the satin, holding it firmly between my thumb and the side of my index finger. Slightly twisting, then tugging a bit, pulling, adjusting my grip… tugging more, like I am trying to pull you closer…

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wondering if you were awake, would arch your back and move your breast closer to me to ease the tugs so as not to stretch your nipple so…

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or would you try to squirm away from me, resulting in a tougher “tug?”

I release your nip, then rub it a bit, then pat it gently like a child’s head, before tucking ‘em into bed.

I place both arms by your sides, then stand up, enjoying the view as I tower over your body. The sounds of the vibrators almost drown out the occasional whimpers and moans that make it past your gag. A smile snakes across my face as I lean over and touch the mattress that's leaning against the wall... then tip it over and lower it gently on top of you.

Sandwiched between the two soft pillow mattresses,

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Nestled in a warm and comfy place, I imagine you’re still smiling.

There is a subtle bulge in the middle of the mattress, but for the most part, nothing suspicious at all. Gravity pulls the outer edges of the top mattress down so that they are resting flat against the bottom mattress. Looking like a sandwich with nothing on it.

With just a bit of twine, I tie the handles on the sides of the top mattress to the handles on the sides of the bottom mattress, cinching them together even tighter. The vibrators are still audible, but just barely.

There is another sound now probably much louder than the prior moans and whimpers…

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but muffled… definitely muffled.

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Through the gag…

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through the mattress…

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those might be screams.

I have to hold my breath and close my eyes to hear them.

Maybe they’re cries of pleasure… maybe

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[a smile sneaks across my face as I feel her approach me]

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“Master, Why were you so gentle with her?”

She comes into my peripheral vision, covered head to toe in a black latex catsuit, the only openings were for her eyes, nose and mouth… definitely for her mouth.

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Without even looking over my shoulder, I reply…

“Because she wanted it rough, my pet… because she wanted it rough.”

“Come here, let me have a look at you.”

My rubber-clad “doll” teeters towards me on new heels, the very shoes our latest guest had so generously… contributed. I notice them and raise an eyebrow.

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“You know… she’ll be wanting those back… eventually.”

My pet slinks onto the stacked mattresses, her smile noticeably bigger as she positions herself right in the center of the mattresses, right above my latest… “catch” giggling because the vibrations of the mattress beneath tickle her.

“I’m horny” she says, parting her latex coated thighs to reveal that the crotch of her outfit had no openings, only 2 rubber “sleeves”… each seven or so inches in length that she had already tucked up into her undoubtedly sopping wet “lovelies.”

She giggles as she fingers and probes her rubberized openings… rubber on rubber. The “squeaking” sounds she utters are almost indistinguishable from the “squeaking” of the rubber contacting rubber, making playing with herself blend wonderfully with the humming of the vibrators and muffled cries… probably of passion [*smiles*]
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"You have my permission to continue pleasuring yourself… because you were going to ask, right?”

[raising an eyebrow at her]

My pet hungrily deep-throats her rubber-coated fingers, wetting them thoroughly in her mouth, then inserting them greedily into both of her other two latex-lined openings.

Occasionally, the mattress beneath my pet “bucks” a bit… that seems to make her masturbate more feverishly. I can’t help but smile as I hear my pet giggle and squeak.

I head to the study and take a seat in front of my computer, knowing she’ll busy herself for hours in there until she nods off. I’m sure the latest “catch” won’t mind the company.

I login to check my yahoo mail.

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[>>: "FateTrain, you have another message from WildKitty%*+\?@yahoo.com"<<] I reply to her email, sending the familiar story about me being new to the whole Domme/subbie “lifestyle,” being timid and whatnot

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[it’s like fresh blood… they are drawn to it… and cannot help themselves.]

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[cannot deny their predatory nature, their predatory… “need”]

I make comments about my family being out of town for a while, being home alone and wanting so desperately to experience something mind-blowing, you know, something “kinky”… before I lose my nerve and/or my family returns from their trip and it’s back to “Vanillaville.”

This latest one has wanted to make contact, but clearly doesn’t want to move too quickly, not wanting to scare me away or freak me out.

Yes… I’ve been so shy, saying I’m afraid to take the next step, not wanting to meet in person… not waning to share much in the way of “personal information.”

I then click "send," on the message, knowing full well that the signature block on THIS email contains my full name and street address, even though the body of the message says I am too afraid to disclose it… but how I “wish” that I could.

How would she interpret this “slip-up?” Most likely, in the same way as those that came before her…. as a sloppy mistake from someone she imagines is a soon-to-be-web-subbie that needed to be “taught a lesson” about this or that.

Dommes… they have that ability to zone in on what you want from them, what you want for yourself.

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They pay attention to detail, look for patterns, look for weaknesses.

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Predators they are… God Damn wolves… or Fucking Wildcats… lovely, beautiful… but predatory animals nonetheless. So much more delicious to trap than the typical game… especially this latest one, yes… delicious alright. Abso-fuckin-lutely.

I then call the moving company, telling Juan that there are a couple of mattresses he can haul away and sell to the highest bidder… but if he doesn't come to collect them until Saturday morning, then there will probably be a couple more to collect.

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