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<description><![CDATA[Ch. 3 - Sexy Puppy

A creepy little fantasy about obsession, possession, an opportunistic predator with a lust for all things lingerie, and dominant female perversion.....enjoy!

I stalk and train a new sex puppy - Chapter 3.
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He immediately came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. I handed him his champagne glass and told him to drink. 

I headed into the bedroom with Scott faithfully at my heels. I sat down on the rich tapestry couch next to the bed and told Scott to sit next to my legs on the floor. He sat down and I put my feet up on his shoulders, leaning over I grab the remote and flip the T.V. on. 

"Drink." I commanded as I flipped through the hotel's bland television programming. Finally I find what I had been looking for, a hardcore adult porn channel featuring a very attractive 20's couple having sex. She was riding him and loving every minute of it. 

"Mmmmm.......that looks nice, doesn't it Scott?" I purred as I watch the porn actor's cock slide in and out of the woman's vagina. "Yes, Goddess." Scott whispered and took a rather large drink from his glass. 

I quickly downed the rest of mine and refill our glasses again. I flipped through the surprisingly large selection of porn channels as we drained our glasses yet again. Now feeling quite buzzed I poured the last tiny bit of champagne into my glass and threw his empty glass across the room shattering it against the wall. 

"You have had enough!" I giggle as I drink the last swallow from my glass. I put my empty glass on the table and spread my legs apart so that my right leg was on the coffee table and my left leg was over Scott's shoulder. "Rub my feet." 

As Scott rubbed my left foot I switched through the channels a bit more until I come across two younger women engaged in passionate lesbian sex. As I watched them I felt Scott's hand tremble now and again. I loved having my feet massaged, and he was doing a very good job. 

The two women were engaged in simultaneous oral sex, commonly known as a "sixty-nine" and it aroused me greatly to watch them. 

I pulled Scott up onto the couch next to me and made him sit directly on my left. I draped my left leg over his, keeping my right leg on the coffee table. 

I felt his rock hard cock through the towel with my leg over his lap, "Did I tell you to stop massaging my feet?" I asked with a voice somewhere near a snarl but mostly consisting of a deeply sexual growl. 

Immediately Scott began massaging my left foot again, and I returned my attentions to the electric sex happening on the television. As I watched the gorgeous young women lick and suck each other I began to rub myself through my silk robe, brazenly in Scott's plain view. 

I closed my eyes and listened to them moan with pleasure, and rubbed my clitoris through my clothes with my palm. I felt Scott's penis twitch under the towel and the trembling in his hands returned. 

I opened my eyes and continued to pretend not to notice him, I focused on the television and slowly pulled the waist tie on my robe. It pulled open easily and my bra and panty were quickly revealed. 

I reached up and massaged my breasts, pulling the lacy cup of my bra down to reveal my nipples, already stiffened and aroused. As I let my hands travel down my stomach towards my panties I realized Scott had stopped breathing, and when I slid my left hand directly into my panties making my left leg twitch Scott's whole body spasmed. 

I pulled my robe open even wider revealing everything, by now I was quite excited and very near breaking point. I pulled my expensive black lace thong to the side to gain direct contact to my clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion, "Get down, on your knees and suck me off, manchild." I hoarsely whisper. 

In a flash Scott was between my legs, licking and sucking my swollen clitoris with his warm wet tongue. It felt so good, I erotically gave him various directions, cooing and growling at him as I instructed him where to suck me, and where to lick me. I began pulling his hair, in effect pulling his face deeper into me, grinding his face against me. 

I was going to cum, it felt so fucking good to just fuck this beautiful face and feel his perfect mouth doing all it could to make me climax. I pushed his head down and forced him to lick my anus, which he did very eagerly. 

I began pulling up and down on his hair, making him lick me literally everywhere, from my ass all the way up to my clit, all the way back down to my ass again. As I did this I was soaking his face, and I think he liked this as he made no attempt to pull away or resist. 

I began to cum, and I snarled at him to suck my clit, to not stop, to suck harder. I thrust my hips against him, creating as much force against his mouth as possible. I shuddered with each contraction while yelling and moaning uncontrollably. 

His muffled grunts and noises only stimulated me more. Hearing him struggle to breathe while sucking my swollen labia made me convulse with pleasure involuntarily. 

Slowly my intense orgasm came to an end, and I pushed Scott away and stood up. "Manchild, I am going to take more pleasure from you, but I need to restrain you to ensure my safety. I will not deny that securing your hands will make you very vulnerable.....but I do not yet trust you enough to leave your hands free. Do you understand?" 

Scott nodded his head quickly, true fear in his eyes but a deep purple hard on over-riding his urge to flee. "You didn't cum?" I questioned, having expected a repeat of his carpet soaking problem. 

"Nnno...no Goddess, I just barely kept it in..." he said seemingly relieved that I noticed his little act of decency. 

I led Scott to the bed and told him to lay down directly in the center. "Spread eagle, legs too." I commanded as I pulled out a pair of stockings from my vanity bag. 

Scott's breathing hitched up a notch as I bound each of his wrists to a separate poster on the Bridal Suite's lavish Queen sized bed. I double checked each slip knot carefully making sure to graze against him casually as I leaned across him. 

"Am I going to need to strap your legs down too or are you going to behave? I would rather they be left free, so that I can move them around some..." I trail off as if in deep thought about hardcore sexual gymnastics, or humiliating auto-facial-ejaculatory acts. 

"I won't move them, Goddess." he whimpered in reply, still breathing more heavily than he should be. 

I straddled him and sat on his stomach. Leaning down I snarled into his ear, "Very good. Now, my perfect little manchild, I am going to suck you to within an inch of your life. The pleasure you are going to feel is only a byproduct of MY lust and MY gratification. Anger me and your cock will be cleanly excised by my teeth. Is this understood?" 

Shaking his head in compliance I hear something close to a grunt happen deep in his chest. 

I unexpectedly kissed him hard, making him flinch and stay stone frozen for nearly two whole seconds before responding to my mouth. I forced my tongue into his mouth and as far down his throat as I could reach. 

"Mmmmm... I am so happy that this manchild kisses me exactly how I like to be kissed.", I thought to myself as I explored every inch of his mouth with my tongue. I moved my lips around and sucked his lips and tongue for a bit, then went back to deep tongue kissing. 

I pulled away and placed my breasts directly over his face, and he quickly began sucking my stiffened nipples. As he did this I reached down and massaged my clitoris, savoring the sensations his tongue and mouth were giving me. 

Pulling my right nipple from his mouth I slid down his torso until I was between his legs, sitting on the bed. "Mmmmm......manchild...... such a big hard cock you have........" I coo'd as I playfully unwrapped the towel from around his waist. 

I pulled open the towel and his throbbing erection lay, slightly oozing, against his stomach. I leaned forward and lightly drug my nails across his chest and stomach, and I kissed his belly and hips. 

I continued to lightly claw his body as I licked and tasted his midsection while purposely avoiding his cock. I started digging with my nails a little more, loving the way his flesh tasted, and my licks and kisses became sucking and light biting. 

By this time I was purposely making contact with his cock, letting my hair drag over it and my breasts and arms rub against it. He behaved very well, moaning and mumbling slightly under his breath. 

I finally took his surprisingly stiff penis into my right hand and very slowly dry pumped it, relishing the feel of his hot, smooth, tight, skin. I took the towel flap and pinch-wiped the cock head dry, making him flinch yet again. Then I leaned down and slowly licked the head, and I listened to him intently. 

His breathing had stopped again, and all of the muscles in his legs were straining. With no warning at all I slid his entire cock into my mouth deeply, easily controlling my gag reflex, in one swift movement. 

Scott yelled in ecstasy and pulled hard against his restraints, "Unnnh....". With his visibly throbbing cock still deep in my throat I massaged the length of the shaft with my tongue, and applied pressure by faux swallowing. Instantly his entire body locked up, every muscle strained to the max. 

I tortured him with my mouth, bringing him close and stopping, bringing him close and stopping again. Finally, he could take no more. 

"Goddess! Ssssstop! I'm going to cum and I can't st...st...stoppp.." 

I ignored his cries and used my free hand to squeeze his balls, I pulled his cock slowly out of my mouth, paused to take a few breaths, and slowly slid it back in, all the way in, and began swallowing it again. I grinned to myself, "I am going to make him cum now. I wonder if he will pass out...". 

Within seconds he was nearly squealing, thrashing all over yet visibly trying to control his movements. I noticed his hands were turning a deep red and found this to be rather amusing. 

Quickly I provided him with more friction around the head of his cock, and used my tongue and lips to suck him faster and harder. One hand squeezed and massaged his testicles, the other jerked his shaft while using my saliva as lubricant. 

As he uttered a primal shout I felt hot manchild cum shoot into my mouth and throat. The taste was sweet and salty together, and I squeezed and sucked every drop from his penis. He came quite a bit, I had him on the edge for a long time and was pleased at the large quantity of sperm he produced. 

His thrashing finally stopped, the only sound was his freight train breathing. 

"Deeeeelicious, I will take more of your manjuice from you later as well.....when I begin your anal penetration training." I giggled as I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash my face and hands. 

"Mmm..may I please be untied now, Goddess? My hands are burning..." I heard him meekly plead as I cleaned myself up. 

"I am not done with you yet, I have something to tell you." I say, after rinsing my mouth. I finished freshening up, and returned to him. 

"You understand that you belong to me, you are now my property? You will be trained with a skill by other slaves I own. You will be a special slave though, as you are the only male I desire to copulate with, and you will gratify me whenever I desire it. You are not allowed to go back home. I will allow you to call your Mother periodically to let her know you are ok, and if you behave I will allow you "shore leave" to visit your family. " 

"Other slaves....?" he looked genuinely confused and I laughed heartily. 

"Yes, I own many. Most are slave laborers but there are house servants as well. You will be taught by my personal assistant, Jacqueline, but all you ever need to know is that pleasing me is your only concern. Deceive me and you will die by my hand." I end this flatly, staring directly into his eyes. 

He looked away sharply, and whispers his promise to never disobey me. 

The steaks finally arrived, I allowed Scott to eat at the dinette with me. We further discussed his new living arrangement and the nights festivities continued with only minor wounds resulting..... 

The next morning......... 

"All packed up?" I cheerfully inquire as I make a final inspection of the hotel room, ensuring nothing was being left behind. 

"Yes, Goddess, I packed everything as you asked." Scott replied. 

"I did not ask, I commanded!" I laughed and slapped his ass more than hard enough to sting. 

"YES Goddess!" he yelped, and limped off rubbing his right ass cheek. 

A few hours later we pull up to my driveway and turn in. I had phoned ahead and had Little Jacqueline prepare a few things for my new guest. 

"This is your house?" Scott asked, gawking at my castle like main house and surrounding barns and outbuildings. 

"Yes Scott, all of this is mine. I come from old money, a long line of aggressive women. I will show you around my property later, right now I want to get you settled in and acclimated." 

As we pulled up to the massive main doors Little Jacqueline ran out, dressed is a sharp black business suite with fine white pinstripes and a shiny jet black bob wig. The classy skirt just short enough to show the top of her thigh high stockings. 

"Classy as ever, Little Jay." I complemented her choice of pinstriped suit. I smiled as Scott realized "Little Jay" is obviously a man, a very tall man at that. 

"You like it Goddess? I thought it was fabulous! Ooooh he IS beautiful!" Little Jacqueline squealed and spun Scott around to get a better look at him. 

I playfully swatted at Little Jacqueline's hands, "Oh stop pawing at him you old pervert, haha!". With that I grabbed Scott's hand and led him into the house, leaving Little Jacqueline to unpack my bags. 

"Are you ready, my little sex puppy? Today is the first day of your new life........"

To Be Continued........(Chapter 4 is in development.)]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[Ch. 1 - Sexy Puppy

A creepy little fantasy about obsession, possession, an opportunistic predator with a lust for all things lingerie, and dominant female perversion.....enjoy!

I stalk and train a new sex puppy - Chapter 1.
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Charlie is a 67 year old, impotent, white male from my home state. He requested a private webcam session out of the clear blue one night sounding as if he might have a heart attack at any minute. He babbled on and on about how sexy he thought my legs were, all the while paying by the minute. He was utterly obsessed with my legs and thighs, typing so poorly I had a difficult time understanding what he was trying to say. He finally admitted his hands were shaking.

Most men are quite scared when they call me, as well some should be, but Charlie was in a near state of panic. I had to tell him to calm down, take a deep breath, and to let me do the talking. 

This is where it gets interesting: I have a new slave applicant that just happens to work for Charlie's internet service provider. This particular applicant does not make much money, but sacrifices most of it to me and is always begging for other things to do to benefit me. I contacted him and told him if he wanted to kiss my ass like a good little boy that he could dig up some information on this old fart Charlie. I wanted to make sure Charlie was not lying to me.

Within minutes I had his address, phone, and his computer access information. I logged into his system and placed an "asshole program" to start reporting any outgoing packets of info to me (no password and no firewall on a dedi connection, seriously?) and sniffed his internet data transfers. I happened upon some live chatting going on, it was registered to this profile: "18 yr old male-Scott". It was his Grandson, same last name, same address. Apparently Scott lived with Charlie.

Intrigued, I decided to see what this Scott-manchild was up to. 

I watched Scott's chatting, he bounced through different rooms and had private conversations with very flirty girls. I watched his actions for several days, finally what I was waiting for happened. He emailed a camera phone picture to a girl he had been chatting with because her phone was not 3G and was unable to accept images. I snagged it, copied it, and sent it back on it's way to her within nano-seconds. 

Not bad, a total smooth babyface. No facial hair, and an overall "cute" appearance. I had been watching his conversations enough to know he had a very normal sex drive.....and from the amount of porn that I watched him download he must masturbate quite a bit. 

Every night around 11:00 PM to be exact. 

My mind raced with the possibilities. I decided I wanted to play. I had never allowed a younger man into my life before, this could prove to be a valuable learning experience for me.

Pinning down his online location, I logged into the chatroom Scott was in and blended right into the open conversation. The discussion was of sex, a topic I knew my way around. Within minutes I had him openly talking to me, and within an hour we were deep into a private conversation. A successful predator always separates their prey from the herd.

I let my dominant nature show through without being too cruel. My point was to get this kid in my clutches, not have him run away, screaming into the night. He was putty in my hands, talking about any subject I started, relaying past relationships and their difficulties, everything and anything I wanted to know without hesitation. 

I asked for his number, "I would like to call and hear your voice", I purred. He gave me his mobile phone number and I called him. Just like his Grandfather, the nervousness was very apparent and expected. We talked for awhile, I took the conversation in the direction of meeting for coffee. I started this with a request to exchange photo's, I knew once he saw me he would not be able to resist anything I asked of him. We emailed pics to each other while talking on the phone, I made my move. "We live three hours apart, there is no reason why I can't see for myself if you are the little hottie guy in this photo. You really want to see if I am the women in the pics, don't you?, I reasoned with him.

He knew I was older, by several years, and he knew I was extremely aggressive. Not that I could hide that side of me even if I tried. I always say, the devil made me do it. After admitting he was dying to see me in person Scott agreed and I made a set time of two weekends away, I would get a room and stay the night as I did not feel like driving 6-7 hours in one day. Upon hearing my decision of staying over night he made a small choking sound and acted like it was a sneeze. This made me smile ear to ear, he was scared. 

Over the next two weeks I chatted with him quite a bit, making sure to give him just enough to keep him begging. Never really having cyber sex but teasing him and making very dominant sexual metaphors. It was through this blue balling torture I discovered he is into legs and stomachs. 

Finally the weekend arrived, I could tell this poor kid's cock must have nearly been choked to death during the two weeks I sexily-yet-not-quite-sex chatted with him by the way he sounded on the phone. "I can't wait to see you, I found a nice cozy coffee house just like you said." he stammered into the phone. 

"Great, I should be ready to see you at 8 o'clock tonight. I will phone you when I am ready" and I hung up. 

I got to my hotel, settled in and took a hot bath. I shaved my legs and pubic hair completely, and used a loofah to make my skin petal soft. 

I towel dried and smoothed vanilla scented lotion into my skin and lightly sprinkled a little baby powder across my shoulders. 

I pinned my hair up but let a few ringlets frame my face and shoulders. I slid into a floor length black dress with a thigh high slit on one side. It wasn't overly elegant, but fairly classy. I laid my closed toe black suede heels and pure silk black thigh highs and garter across the chair in my suite's living area. Making it appear innocent, all the while knowing they would grab his attention as soon as he saw them. 

I've always loved seeing a beautiful leg in an expensive stocking, and could fully comprehend how some men would love seeing that to the point of obsession. Lingerie awakes an animal deep inside of me that exists in a realm somewhere between innocent and evil. Goddess and Demon. Passion and pain. The feel of silk against my legs, the sexual pressure of a high quality corset, and arch of my ankle in a high heel or boot. All these are sensations I've come to know turn me on in ways another human never could.

Picking up the phone I dialed Scott, "Are you ready now? Why don't you go ahead and come to my room, we can talk a bit while I finish getting ready." 

"Sure, on my way. Can I bring anything?" he sounded really nervous, I could barely stifle my giggles. "Ummm....I have wine here, just bring you." I closed that statement with a very exacting tone, and hung the phone up before he could say more. 

Ten minutes later I saw shadows moving under my door, I peeked through the little peephole and saw Scott pacing at my hotel room door. I couldn't hear what he was saying but his mouth was moving as if he was arguing aggressively with someone. 

I watched him, simply studying his movements, watching him spin circles and piston his fists in the air. Suddenly he stopped and turned to face the door. He stepped forward, and raised his hand and knocked. 

I waited a few seconds and opened the door widely, his eyes crawled over my body in a flash. I told him to come in and his eyes met mine in a kind of dazed stupor. I repeated myself with the slightest inflection of annoyance in my tone and he snapped awake. Blushing, he walked into the room. 

As expected I see his eyes settle on my stockings and heels for several moments. Gesturing to the couch, I handed him a glass of wine and told him to sit down.

I was still bare footed, I had waited till this moment to finish with my beauty ritual. I grabbed my Loreal' Coven Red nail polish and sat next to Scott on the couch, and began to polish my toes resting my feet on the coffee table. 

I was pleased to see his eyes nearly glued to my toes, ankles, and any leg I let show. 

Slowly I sipped my glass of wine, as his nervousness prompted him to drink much faster. Within 15 minutes (one and a half coats of polish) he had drank 4 glasses. By the time I finished another 15 minutes later he was becoming very inebriated. 

My evening's instructions included telling him not to eat dinner, and that we would eat somewhere cozy when we went out. My plan was working, I wanted him to drink on an empty stomach. The red wine I had chosen was not expensive (Riuniti Lambrusco) but it was a bit on the sweeter side with a higher than average alcohol content. 

Author's note: Aren't I deliciously evil?

After giving him another two glasses, he was officially drunk. Stuttering his words a bit and fumbling he actually missed setting his glass on the table and dropped it to the floor, smearing my fresh polish with his sleeve as he bent down to pick it up. 

An opportunity too perfect to pass up, I decided to sidetrack from my original plan and use this accident to my advantage. An opportunistic pervert is me. "Ugh! You clumsy toad! Look what you did!" I scolded him. His facial expression looked as though I had just told him he tested positive for cancer. 

Quickly I got up and left the room without saying another word. He instantly started pleading with me not to go, that he was sorry and felt drunk and didn't mean any harm. 

I returned with some tissue and polish remover, and the ice bowl filled with warm water. "You're going to have to fix what you've fouled." I commanded. With a quick firm push I shoved him onto the floor and sat on the couch before him, placing everything into his lap. 

"Remove the smeared polish, rinse my feet and dry them, then repaint them." 

Still in complete shock he blurted out, "No, I ....no.....I can't...I don't know how.....". 

"Do it now, don't make me have to tell you twice." I half purred half growled cutting off his plea's. 

Forcefully I reached down and grabbed his face with one hand, pulling it very close to mine, "You will do what I say without question.". 

And nothing more. I said it very very deeply, I could hear his breathing stop when I spoke. His face was pure white, he finally started to move his hands. I heard a very dry "gulp" sound deep in his throat. 

He moistened the tissue with polish remover and went about the task of removing the polish he had smeared across the top of my foot and toes. Then he carefully placed my foot into the bucket of warm water and rinsed the horrible smelling acetone from them. 

As he was drying my feet I questioned his thoroughness, "Did you rinse all that icky acetone off? I hate the odor and don't want it drying my delicate skin". 

"Yes ma'am, I did." he whimpered in response. 

Ma'am. Unaware, he addressed me as a slave addresses his Mistress. Grinning to myself I though the manchild may have training potential. 

"No, I don't think you did. You've done poorly, now lick them clean" I stated crisply. 

"Wha!......" he started, "Now." I said cutting him off. I lifted my foot to his mouth and put my toes to his lips. "Suck them clean." I said wickedly grinning from ear to ear. 

His breathing was very short and labored and I just had to look: yes, his cock was rock hard bulging through his black cotton cargo pants. He opened his mouth and I slid my toes inside, feeling his warm wet tongue instantly start licking around and sucking at my little tootsies. 

His eyes closed and appeared as though her were in Heaven. It felt amazingly good, but I did not let on. 

I let him suck my feet and lick around my toes for several minutes. I instructed him to stop, and pulled my toes from his mouth. "Kiss my body. Do not use your tongue, but kiss all over my body from the legs up." I half whispered and half growled, my groin beginning to heat up and tingle in that familiar way. 

"Yesssss Goddess" he moaned. I placed my feet together and set them in his lap. 

He lifted them and began kissing my ankles, rapid little rabbit-like kisses. "Slowly!" I reprimanded him. He instantly slowed down, then began to kiss the fronts of my calves, slightly moaning as he worked his way up my shins. 

His hands began working on their own, massaging my leg muscles as he passionately began kissing my knees and lower thighs. 

As he began on my thighs I noticed a definite tremble in his hands, I began to wonder if this inexperienced manchild was going to cum in his own pants. 

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his pouty lips on my flesh, feeling him slow to an almost stop as he kissed the tops of my thighs. Very slowly I let my knees fall apart, giving him just enough reach to start kissing the insides of my thighs. 

His heavy breathing could not be missed, nor could his engorged penis. 

With my eyes closed I pulled the thigh high slit in my dress around to the front, my black sheer panties just barely visible. My slightly swollen clitoris peeking behind the see through material. 

When I shifted my dress and my panties came into view he tried to dive into them face first , I had anticipated this and deftly stopped him by putting my palm against his forehead and powerfully shoving back, "Slowly, do it exactly how I tell you too." I hissed at him. 

He responded with a feral grunt. 

I pushed his face down against my thighs again, making him pick up where he had left off. A little moan escaped me as he began to kiss and smother my naked thighs with harder kisses, yet still soft and very pleasurable. 

"Kiss my upper hips, but not on my panties." I whispered, knowing I was going to make this boy give me an orgasm very soon. 

Instantly he began kissing around the borders of my panty line, trying to get as close to my vulva as he could without angering me. I reached up and slid both dress straps down my shoulders. Stopping him, I slid my dress down and off of my body. 

Slowly and sensually I stretched my arms and flexed my toned tummy, wearing only my very expensive sheer black g-string. My nipples were very hard, and his eyes were very wide. 

"Kiss my belly and chest." I coo'd in a very husky voice. I was really beginning to enjoy this little man-toy. He rose to his knees between my legs. Scott covered my torso with kisses, and smooched all around my breasts while avoiding my nipples. 

I held one of my breasts and gently but powerfully forced a nipple into his mouth, "Suck. Not too hard or you will be punished." I whispered close to his ear. He sucked my nipple very gently but very noisily. He was still between my legs, positioned just perfectly for missionary sex. I could feel him trying not to let his erect cock rub against me, a clear act of respect and something that pleased me greatly to witness.

Pushing his head down, "Kiss me over my panties." I barely whispered. I was starting to run out of breath. In an instant his lips were all over the front of my panties, I pushed his head down further so that his kisses began landing directly on my now engorged clitoris. 

"Harder...suck me through....." I moaned, losing the breath to finish the command. Scott began sucking my clit through my panties, and it felt so good. It felt as though my entire vulva was on fire. My hips rocked against him, grinding my flesh against his face and giving me the friction my body craved.

At the edge and not being able to stand it any longer, I shot up and slammed him backwards making him land flat on his back on the floor. I ripped my panties off and straddled his face, looking down directly into his eyes as I positioned my soaking labia onto his mouth. 

"Listen to me very carefully, do not disobey me or you will never see me again. Understand? Nod if you do". He nodded, again providing me with delicious friction against his mouth and nose. 

"I'm going to cum on your face. I want you to stroke your cock while I do this, so I can study how you cum. If I like the way you ejaculate I will explore that further the next time I allow you to see me." 

"Take your cock out, and start stroking it. Keep your mouth closed until I tell you differently", it was almost as though the sound of my voice had him entranced. I heard his zipper and turned my head around to verify that he was following my order. His cock was straight and deep purple, the head glistened and seemed to be already leaking. 

"You're going to cum very quickly, aren't you?" I questioned. He nodded and his nose rubbed against my now very swollen clitoris, again making my orgasm ache to be released. "You have to wait for me, you do not cum before me. If you do I will cut off your oxygen until you pass out, and once you are out cold you are very very vulnerable, am I perfectly clear?" I squeezed my legs together to further instill my point, squishing his face and cutting off his air supply. 

His head started nodding furiously as his face started to turn red. I relaxed and massaged my breasts, slowly beginning to move my pelvis against his closed mouth and nose. I turned my head around to watch him jerk his cock and was surprised to see him holding it perfectly still in a near fist like grip. 

"Open your mouth, slide your tongue inside me." I panted, feeling the first hint of orgasmic wave building deep within my belly. I felt his hot wet tongue fill my vagina. His jaw pivoting open widely as he tried to drive it in as deep as his ligaments would allow. I move my clitoris into position against his top lip and instantly he began sucking it with violent fervor. 

As he began to create constant suction on my clitoris I felt my orgasm's event horizon - it was here and could not be stopped. Making noises I could not recognize as my own, I ground my vagina against his chin while his tongue and lips worked on my clit. 

It started, my legs clenched hard as the first complete and powerful orgasmic wave tore through my body. I squealed and grunted as my body was hit with wave after wave. I bucked up and down against his face and I could not stop. My head was thrown back and my mind and soul relished every spasm and contraction.....it was a very strong orgasm. Slowly it began to wane and fade, it wasn't until then that I realized he was trying to scream. 

Looking down, I saw that his face had turned a lovely shade of red and that his eyes were bulging. I relaxed my legs, I had literally been smothering him between my thighs as I orgasmed! As soon as I relaxed my legs I felt a drop of hot cum splash on my back. I turned around and saw him using both hands to roughly jerk his cock. There was a creamy puddle of cum on his stomach and several spots on his chest. I felt a little more hit my bum crack and dribbled down to my asshole. 

I jumped up, "Bad! Get up NOW!" I bellowed very very loudly. I kicked him in the side with cum still half shooting and half dribbling out if his cock hole. He got to his knees very quickly. 

Cock no longer dribbling but still hard and still in his hands I barked, "Lick it off, lick your fucking cum off me! I did not tell you to soil me!" knowing full well he believed I really was angry. In reality, I was not. My libido was full tilt and he had done a near perfect job of making me cum. In my mind I now claimed ownership of his mouth and I wanted to push it to the limit. Feigning anger over this perceived indiscretion was simply putting another good opportunity to use.

Instantly, I felt his tongue as he sloppily licked my back, down my crack, and all over my asshole. He licked and sucked every drop of his sticky cum from my smooth white skin. I looked down between my knees and saw his hands forcing yet another batch of cum from his cock. He was cumming again and this time it shot all over the carpeting. I decided to let this slide, I couldn't blame him for climaxing while sucking and licking my anus clean. 

I allowed him to give me this pleasure, feeling his tongue probe my delicate folds of skin pleased me very much. I felt another orgasm building, "Slide a single finger into my vagina while you lick my ass clean..." I commanded him. Throughout the night I would awaken Scott periodically and instruct him to give me further oral pleasure, giggling to myself over the knowledge he would be in serious need of aspirin in the morning to take the edge off of his aching jaw and tongue muscles.

This manchild had potential. I looked forward to putting him through more tests and revealing his true worth. I looked forward to all of the sensations and fantasy fulfillment I would experience with him. He was going to make a very nice little pet indeed.

To Be Continued........(Chapter 2 is now posted.)
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<description><![CDATA[Ch. 2 - Sexy Puppy

A creepy little fantasy about obsession, possession, an opportunistic predator with a lust for all things lingerie, and dominant female perversion.....enjoy!

I stalk and train a new sex puppy - Chapter 2.
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As I shoo'd Scott out through the door the next morning around 11 am, I handed him a gift: a personal digital mobile phone with built in GPS I had picked up at a local mobile phone dealer. I had picked up several, given one to Little Jacqueline and stashed the rest in my personal safe. 

"Keep this with you at all times, while you belong to me you need to be available to me and at my beck and call." I deeply whispered directly into his ear. 

"Yesss..ss....." he stammered as he pretended to be overly interested in the mechanics of the phone. I made certain not to mention the special global positioning feature of this particular model. 

"Avoiding me?" I firmly grasped his chin and made him look into my eyes. 

When I caught his gaze he let out the cutest little whimper. This made me laugh and I kissed him hard on the lips before turning him around and swatting his ass through the door, making sure to leave a warm sting for him. 

"Now go home to Mommy, I will come and get you when I need you." I instructed.

"Ok, but...well uh can I have some notice before....." he began to stutter even worse. I grabbed his family's still hardened jewels right there in the open doorway of my room and reminded him that speaking out of turn can get a man hurt. Badly. 

I made him get on his hands and knees and kiss my feet before shutting the door behind him. I had been pleased with his performance sexually. He seemed to be naturally sexual and most definitely eager to please. I found him delicious.

He was also a very good kisser, something I found very stimulating. I used to love making out with pretty boys, it was always one of my few vices. I had never actually fucked one before tonight though, and I found myself wondering why I had denied myself this carnal pleasure before. 

I got into my wheels and hopped on the interstate back home, taking time to put Type-O-Negative on my iPod. 

A few hours later....... 

I threw my bedroom doors open and began stripping completely nude. I kept walking while wriggling out of my clothes and headed straight for my master bath. I turned the hot water on all the way and started filling the extremely oversized claw foot tub. 

Completely nude, I closed my bedroom doors and turned my stereo system on. A mixed cd of some arsty fartsy Sade kind of stuff, I get zen now and then when I want to relax. 

I fiddled with the water knobs some more and found a "mildly too hot - but just hot enough" temperature. Reaching across the tub, I selected a strawberry and vanilla scented bath oil and added a little to my steaming bath water. 

After lighting seven or eight candles, I turned the lights off and slid into the hot water. It felt wonderful, my body felt tingly and alive....... 

Some time later Little Jacqueline, my head slave, turned the lights on and awakened me from my light doze. Lil' Jaqi is a tall man, heavily feminized. 

"Goddess, are you ok?? You have been in here forever and I was starting to worry!". 

I grabbed my soaking wet heavy terry washcloth from under the water and whipped it at him, in my very best Donatella Versace impression I bellowed," Get out, you bitch!" 

My wash cloth hit it's intended target and splat right in the center of her face. She shrieked like a damned banshee and ran from the bathroom like some over dramatic 50's movie Starlette, wrists in the air with pinkies extending outward.

"Shut the fucking light back off or I will cut up your Agent Provocateur charge card......" I loudly snarled as she exited. Stopping dead in her tracks, I saw her knuckly sissy paw sneak around the corner, and after clumsily fumbling for a few seconds successfully flipped the switch into "Off" position. Then I heard the clickity-click of huge platform fuck-me heels hurriedly skipping away. 

I closed my eyes and giggled to myself, as much as Little Jacqueline annoyed me she was a fantastic personal assistant. She screwed things up on occasion but would always tell me and immediately confesses, many slaves hide their mistakes leaving me to find them later......a serious miscalculation in judgment as I always uncover the truth. 

"Honesty is rewarded, deceit of any kind is a mortal sin here," I had explained to Lil' Jaqi during his first weeks with me as I was showing him around the Urn Room, before I began referring to him as a her. Dozens of priceless jewel encrusted urns, each filled with the cremated remains of a servant that stole, lied, or just plain didn't turn out right. 

Initially Little Jacqueline had gazed around the lavishly decorated room as though I were showing him a pirate's treasure. I said not a word to him, but let him wander about the room, finding his own way to the white marble plaques. One was placed in front of each urn, reading one single 6 letter word carved into the beautiful stone: SINNER. 

Little Jacqueline had actually fainted and remained out cold for nearly two hours after reading that. 

Since then she has been in a constant state of low level panic, which was the whole reason of exposing her the room to begin with. She works harder to be perfect, and he pushes other slaves harder to help keep the peace and moral up. 


For his efforts I would allow him the great privilege of dressing in finer women's clothing, as well as letting him be picky about which male slaves he is to sexually please. 

Usually, I would play a little game I called Jabborwocky Patrol and mix and match different slaves together. The ritual is to assign two male slaves together for 2 full nights and three days. At the end of the third day the slaves return alone to their private rooms for one night alone to clean up and relax. 

Of course, not everyone likes the partner I choose for them........otherwise known as The Fun Part. Arguments are not permitted but they always happen, this prompted me to install cameras in all slaves' quarters and gathering areas. 

This made it very easy for me to keep an eye on them, I could access their feeds through any of my home systems or my portable units via encrypted wireless networking I had installed, the range covers my entire land plot. 

All of these thoughts lazily swam through my head for some time as I lay in the hot steamy water. I reminded myself to peek in on Jake and Erik, two sex slaves that I paired up together. Jake has a reputation for being quite a sexual predator with the other slaves and always gives me a good "show" on the surveillance cameras. 

I rinsed off with the hand-held faucet and dried completely with a huge buttercup yellow terry bath sheet. I found something skimpy and silky and slipped into bed for a nap. 

A few days later.... 

Wearing a simple pair of low hung Levi's faded hip huggers with a button fly and straight leg, and a flirty rip under the right rear pocket that I simply adored, and a black shirt that had long sleeves yet was clingy and showed my belly button. I buckled on some chunky black leather boots. "Tres cute!" I thought to myself. "The boy won't know what to do...." I wickedly chuckled. 

I grabbed my mobile phone and told it to, "Dial Scott.", two seconds later I hear it ringing. And ringing. I let it ring for a full 25 seconds before I hung up. He did not set up his voice mail? This simply wouldn't do.

A flash of hot annoyance burned my cheeks, but only briefly. "I'll just see where he is.....", I logged into my GPS mobile account and located the remote unit. I logged it's exact position and waited an addition five minutes to re-triangulate. The unit had moved 17 feet. Eureka! He actually had it with him but had the phone's ringer shut off. Most likely because I had let several days pass since our encounter and he was not actually expecting me to call him back.

An error in judgment I would shortly be bringing to his attention. 

I summoned Little Jacqueline and informed her I would be out all night tonight as well, that I had some hunting and tracking to do. 

"Oh Goddess, your favorite! I know how much you love The Hunt." she squealed and clasped her hands together under her chin. "Indeed, and when I track him down I won't be leaving anything for the buzzards!" I laughed very loudly and danced around the room playfully tossing clothes into my overnight bag. 

I triangulated his position a few more times and uplinked the data into my mobile computer. I made sure the digital modem card is connecting properly so that I can use my mobile computer to track him while I am in transit to his location. 

Course plotted I remind Little Jacqueline that he's in charge and to announce my return to be tomorrow should any of my servants inquire, and that I will most likely be bringing home a new house guest. 

I made a last quick bathroom potty break, 45 seconds later I peeled out of my driveway warming up my Z-rated stickies for the mini road trip ahead. 

With no major hitches in digital service signal I was able to track Scott's general location with no wrong turns in just under 2 hours and 35 minutes. When I got within 3 miles of his signal I stopped at a fancy looking Holiday Inn and acquired the Bridal Suite. 

Any room with a hot-tub/Jacuzzi is called a Bridal Suite, they are not always super fancy like they sound. I am pleased to find this particular room suited me, with Victorian furnishings and a beautiful four poster bed. I ordered room service and have a few bottles of champagne brought up and some fine milk chocolates. 

I freshened up in the bathroom and touched up my lipstick and hair. "I can't wait to see the look on his face." I chuckled to myself. 

I logged into my GPS account and after a few minutes of calculations and comparisons with a little local map on a brochure the hotel was nice enough to leave by the phone, I discovered he is at a local tavern only one block away. 

A bar. The kid hangs out at meat markets, a habit I frown upon. I will have to break him of that as well. 

Being only a block away the balmy temperature convinced me to walk the single block to the bar, and along the way I planned what unspeakable acts I might force the manchild to perform for me this eve. 

The bar itself was better than I had expected, classy but a younger crowd. Techno style music mixed with some trance, lots of bright lights and sexy people dancing around. 

"Hmmmm.....not too shabby I suppose, a place like this could be fun as long as people stay out of my way." my inner bitch whispers. 

I stayed to the perimeter of the room while I lightly scanned the jumping and dancing crowd. A few moments later I finally spotted him partially hidden by a support beam. 

He is standing there with two guys and three girls. Three evenly matched couples. This thought at first infuriated me but after watching them for a few seconds it becomes apparent that the girls are together and the guys are together, but not as couples. 

The guys were obviously trolling the bar trying to pick up a few chicks, and I happen to be catching them in the process of trying to "score". 

The support beam is near the bar, the bar is a giant round counter in the center of the room. I made my way to the bar but stayed out of Scott's line of site, I wanted to see how close I could get without being noticed. 

I ordered a spiced rum and Coke and continued to study Scott and his group of friends. Lots of nervous laughter, stuttering, macho male stuff, girls twirling their hair......ugh. I was becoming bored watching this grand display of inexperience. 

Two of the girls broke away from the group and walk directly towards me, and then pass right next to me and order drinks at the bar. The last girl left with the group seem enamored with Scott's blonde friend and the tall skinny kid to his right. Scott himself was standing almost alone. 

I decided I would make my move now, and I walked up behind him. 

As I walk up to his back I reached around to his front and placed my hand lightly around his throat. I put my mouth very close to his ear, and I squeezed him hard from behind. 

He started to speak but I cut him off and deeply whispered into his ear, "Manchild, have you missed me?". 

I felt his entire body stiffen at the sound of my voice. I slowly turned him around to face me and watched as his eyes widened and his deliciously pouty lips start to twitch. 

"How did you find.....I...I....didn't think you were going to call me back...." Scott struggled to say as I moved closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply and firmly, sliding my tongue into his mouth reminding myself again how much pleasure this boy is capable of giving me. 

As we stood passionately embracing I realized his friends had fallen silent. I end the kiss and glance at them, the two girls were back and one looked very unhappy to see me standing there sucking Scott's lips. I gave them a very wicked smirk and turned my back to them. I looked up into Scott's scared puppy-dog eyes and instructed him to say GoodBye to his friends as he is now leaving. 

Still in deep shock Scott simply turned and weakly waved to his friends, the angry girl stomped off and her friends followed her trying to console her anger. His male friends waved back, unable to take their eyes from my face or body. 

"Come along now manchild, we have much to do and I grow impatient." 

"How did you find me?" he again asked. "I always know where you are, you will never be able to hide from me. You belong to me, manchild, and I will take you when I want you." I explained in a matter-of-fact tone. 

"I know, my sweet. After tonight your life will be very different. Very different indeed." I vaguely respond as I lead him to and through the tavern's exit. 

The look of fear reappeared on his face and I stopped him in his tracks and placed both hands on his cheeks, forcing him again to look deeply into my eyes. Very firmly and just a bit too loudly I questioned him, "What makes you happy, Scott?!". As he opens his mouth to answer I cut him off, "What have you been thinking about the last few days?" 

"Yyy....youuu...nothing but you" he croaks. 

"Of course, night and day. Dreaming and awake, masturbating and watching T.V. Everything. Fucking me, marrying me. Brushing my hair and sucking my toes....." I firmly state, he closed his eyes and physically started shaking as I spoke. 

"Then stop being such a chicken shit and trust me. (Loudly) *I* am what completes you, and you give me pleasure and make me happy. I am taking you away and you will never leave my side. Deceive me and the penalty is severe..." I say this last bit with a very grave undertone. "You will never need or want for anything, I will take care of your living condition as you will be staying with me. You have no choice in this, I have chosen you. Refuse to come and I will force you, you belong to me." 

With that I let go of his face and jammed both of my index fingers into the pressure points under his ears and behind his jawbones. He cried and whimpered and I released him, knowing my point was made. I grabbed his right wrist and walked him back to my hotel suite as if he were 3 years old. 

I ordered two steaks and various appetizers, and opened a bottle of champagne. I turned and faced him, "We've got an hour before the steaks are here, I am washing you up you dirty dogboy!" I boldly yell as I race toward him. 

He let out a startled high pitched squeal and turned to run like a zebra just having spotted a lioness. He jumped the corner of the coffee table and tried to cross the room, headed in the direction of the door. 

I chased him, laughing wildly and making growling sounds to further his panic. I tackled him, knocking him down and smashing both of us into one of the deep mauve recliners on the other side of the coffee table. 

Squeezing him very very hard around the ribs from behind I warned him to lay still, "Behave, silly boy! Behave and you will be rewarded, punishment usually only happens when you have done something to deserve it" we both lay panting heavily, my strong bear hug leaving him straining to breathe. 

"Usually?" I heard his weak whisper from buried deep within the chairs seat cushion. "Sometimes I just feel bitchy, you will learn to be on your very best behavior on these days, dirty dogboy." I sweetly explained as I begin to pull him into a standing position. 

He obeyed and I told him to stand perfectly still. I went into the bathroom and turned the tub on preparing a very hot bath for him. 

I put on a pair of elbow length opaque latex surgical gloves, undressed and slid into my robe, and then returned to Scott. "So, my little dirty boy, tell me what you have been up to the last few days." I said and smiled warmly at him. 

As he tells me of school tests and social activities with friends I began to disrobe him. He pretended to be comfortable with this but I could feel him tense a bit as I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. 

"Wha..why do you have those gloves on?" he stopped talking about his friends and nervously asked. 

"Because you are a dirty boy and I feel like cleaning you up." I explained, giving him a stern direct look. He understood this look and picks up his initial conversation with a story about his newest Playstation 2 video game. 

After a few moments I had undressed him down to his boxers. I led him into the bathroom and told him to stand near the tub. The room is steamy and he looks fearfully at the water. I make a mental note that though he is obviously afraid the water is too hot he does not question my choice in water temperature. 

I added organic oils and soaps to the water and soon the Jacuzzi tub was overflowing with bubbles. "Remove your boxers and get in, I am going to wash you." 

He bashfully removed his boxers and used both hands to cover his genitalia. "Stop being such a baby and get in!" I bark. He jumped in and splashed soap bubbles all over the floor. 

"You are such a spaz! Now get over here and straighten up, you are in dire need of a good scrubbing. I won't touch you until I have cleaned you thoroughly.". 

With this realization verbalized Scott visualizes the sexual pleasures that might await him tonight. He scooted closer and sat at attention as instructed. 

"Dunk under and get your hair wet, good. Now hand me the washcloth and tell me how many times you have masturbated since I last saw you." 

As he bashfully described his fantasies and how many times he made himself cum while thinking of me and the way that I had tasted, I scrubbed his back and lathered his hair. I scrubbed him firmly and noticed that when I scrubbed him too hard he squeezed his eyes shut yet did not complain. 

This pleased me. 

"Stand up, I have to make sure your naughty bits are extra clean." I say, cutting him off. He quickly stands up with his butt to me. I grab the soap and the wash cloth and work up a thick lather, I violently scrubbed his entire buttocks, the valley between the cheeks as well as his anus. I lightly inserted one tiny finger tip into his anus and then repeated the washcloth scrubbing. 

I turned him to the side and firmly washed under his testicles, spreading his legs apart while doing so. I noticed his erection was very stiff and very erect. I smiled and scrubbed his testicles even harder with the wash cloth. 

By now he was beginning to squirm, I lightened up and turned him to face me. His hard cock was now staring me directly in the face. I couldn't help but laugh as it lightly bobbed up and down as I washed his testicles. 

I rinsed the washcloth and lathered it up again, and began working on his cock. "Put your hands behind your back and do not move." I deeply and firmly command him. 

"Yes ma..." he started to say ma'am and I cut him off. "You may call me: Goddess." 

"Mmmm.....yes Goddess...." he moaned as I firmly washed his erect penis with the wash cloth. 

I put the wash cloth down and use my gloved hands to continue working a lather up around the head of his cock. He swayed a little and I looked up to see his eyes closed and his nostrils slightly flared. 

His rock hard cock felt wonderful beneath my latex covered hands, I noticed a nice little warmth spreading through my own loins. 

I abruptly pulled away from him, "Now use the hand held shower attachment on the tub faucet and rinse yourself off." 

I pulled the gloves off with a sharp snapping sound and stood up. I slyly watched as he rinsed himself off. His skin was now very red, the water had been very hot, the scrubbing intense, and the thought of this made me giggle. He overheard me and shot me a nervous glance but continued to rinse. 

After he had rinsed to my satisfaction I threw him a towel and returned to the living room. I quickly drank the rest of my champagne and poured us both fresh glasses. 

I loudly informed him I would be in the master bedroom and that he'd better hurry up. 

To Be Continued........(Chapter 3 is now posted.)
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