Olivia Ch. 05

"Here's your room," he told her.

"Where is my cage, master?" Olivia asked.

"You can use the bed," he suggested.

"Please, master, I need to be in a cage or I won't be able to sleep. I'm sorry, master," she said, looking pathetically wretched.

"Come with me," he said, leading her to his bedroom.

"Your slave-slut is just a possession, master. She cannot sleep in here," Olivia said.

The look of wonder upon her face pleased him. "You will sleep at my feet, slave," he pronounced, accepting no argument. She seemed to accept this as an order. "Lay back on the bed, your master wishes to examine you." Without being told she spread her legs, expecting to be checked out thoroughly.

He ran his hands over her lithe body, over the silky smooth flesh, still flushed with youth. She was around his age, a couple of years younger at twenty-eight. Despite the rough treatment received she was unmarked, with model looks, as though stepping from a glossy magazine.

Between the legs she was completely hairless. He looked closely at her unable to see any damage except to her bottom. "What happened to this," he said, grazing her asshole with a finger.

"Sorry, master, is slave-slut's hole not satisfactory?" she asked, with a look of innocent enquiry.

"It seems stretched open," he commented.

"Stretched with toys, for master's pleasure," she explained.

This gave him something to think about. She had already told him she had expanded her breasts and nipples, for a master's pleasure. "Undress me for bed," he told her.

She nimbly removed his clothes and waited while he got under the covers. He lifted one side for her to get in. He wanted to hold her close, but before he had a chance, she slithered down the bed. She wriggled into place, pushing between his legs. He lifted the covers to look at her.

Olivia looked back at him, with wide open eyes. "May your slave-slut have masters, cock, please," she asked, drawing out the last word as a plaintive plea.

"Suck all you want, or until I fall asleep, slave-slut," he smiled.

He watched the beautiful woman form a sexy open mouth over the head of his cock. She licked the tip with gentle flicks, wetting it then sucked on it. Taking the head of his cock between her lips she squeezed it professionally. She squeezed it then gripped the base of his penis, with a firm grip of her small hand.

With the other hand she held his balls, juggling them smoothly. He watched her mouth engulf him. Instead of stopping, her mouth continued. He gasped in amazement, at the sight of her throat swallowing his cock. She gripped the base of his cock for a moment then her head lifted the covers, as her mouth slid up its length.

He laid back feeling her mouth grip his penis, watching her head lift and lower, speeding up, into a regular bobbing motion. Never before had he experienced such a sensation. The suction she used was phenomenal. His entire cock was being stimulated with her lips and tongue and throat, working hard upon the entire length of his hardness.

He couldn't take anymore. As much as he wanted to hold back, to prolong the experience, it was impossible. The way she held his cock in her mouth, he felt every drop spurting, like Niagara Falls, gushing through the tiny eye of his penis. The intense feeling calmed, yet was carried on as she sucked his cock and fondled his balls.

She really was addicted to sperm, for she was milking every last drop from him.

Some of the guys he knew had a pet, though he had taken little interest in the boring details. One of them owned a horse, and another owned a dog. He now owned a well trained, willing slut. How appropriate it was that she had lived in a cage, as though he had bought her from a pet shop. He lay back imagining walking past a row of cages, eventually deciding on this little pet.

He would keep her and look after her, experiencing all the delicious tricks she knew. It would be exciting exploring such a beautiful, available body. Thinking of keeping her, led him on to making a mental note. Tomorrow he would buy a cage for his new pet. Slave-slut would have to be kept in the basement, where the cleaner didn't go.

A name too would have to be found. He would have to name his pet, and buy it some clothes. A new collar, with its name on would be purchased. A whole new world of exciting ideas was opening up to him.