By Finley, on September 28th, 2018 bind me and break me baby,
tie me up and make me beg baby,
tease me and then fucking take me.
-I’ll be your play toy
By Finley, on September 26th, 2018 “Roses are red that much is true,
but not as red as my ass cheeks are thanks too you.”
This is a shout out to that special someone that made my ass blush more
crimson than my cheeks.
Xoxox
-Finley
By Finley, on September 24th, 2018 Find me in your room on your bed.
legs spread, and my pretty little fingers,
dancing to a beat of they’re own.
Watch how my moans help them keep pace.
See my back arch up as your name falls off my lips in gasps.
You decide then that this is a duet after all and join me on the bed.
hovering over me, ripping my shirt off. you tell me I’m yours.
Your mouth finds my breast and you work your way inside of me.
With each thrust my fingernails claw down your back in a dance of they’re
own now. Closer and closer we get to the grand finale.
you cry out my name and find your ending in me, my legs wrapping around
you, pulling you closer as I twirl over the edge.
-We left the room Spinning.
By Finley, on September 20th, 2018 lay me out on your alter,
gentle caress my rose petal soft skin,
then taste me, first at my neck.
hear the moans and gasps fall off my lips like a symphony,
as you journey down across the peaks and valleys of my breasts.
leave love bites as you go my love.
and when you finally reach the promised land at the meeting of my thighs
worship me like your new found goddess.
taste the holy water that pours out of me, or better yet dive into it
tongue first, and you’ll hear my symphony of moans crescendo and taste the
holy water change to wine on your lips.
-I’ll turn you into a born again believer.
By Finley, on September 18th, 2018 Musings of a mind fucked pet
I’ll never forget the day that my new roommate, Lucy, said that she had never met anyone more domme than her and that she was certain she never would. Unfortunately for Lucy, I happened to have my dominant friend Goddess Finley on the phone at the time and she heard it all. Goddess Finley was truly the most beautiful, powerful and dominant woman that I had met in my entire life.
We had started as roommates but it was less than a month before I was Goddess Finley’s submissive. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on – her firm athlete’s body with amazing 34C pert tits and the most kissable ass ever. Her eyes intoxicated me and drew me in, when I was with her I needed to anything I could to please her. I needed to become who she wanted and wat she wanted. I excelled at work. I worked out two hours a day. I improved by diet. I did anything and everything to be more like she wanted. I stopped dating, I became a j/o addict but only to what my Goddess told me I was obsessed with. She always knew what was best for me. In fact, when there were three candidates to replace her as my roommate while she was spending a semester abroad, she picked Lucy to be my roommate. Of course, Lucy knew none of it. She knew Finley was my ex-roommate and was returning and she had seen some mind control sites in my browser history and had told me she was domme but that was it.
I remember the first day Goddess Finley came over when she returned from being overseas. Lucy told me she was going to show me how domme she was and Finley was going to be her subject. By the end of that night, Goddess Finley was sleeping in Lucy’s bed, and Lucy was sleeping on the couch. Within a week, Lucy agreed to pay rent to sleep on the coach permanently while Goddess Finley lived with us rent free. When Goddess Finley needed more closet and dresser space all of Lucy’s underwear and clothes were given to a less fortunate family. Lucy bought a new wardrobe featuring solely lycra, yoga pants, leotards, leggings, liquid leggings and school girl uniforms. Lucy was not allowed to wear bras or panties at all. Lucy had to massage, bathe and eat Goddess Finley’s pussy and ass twice daily. Lucy was introduced to dildos, vibes and buttplugs that constantly kept her filled. Lucy had to practice sucking cock on me and her dildos; so, that she could be rented out to Goddess Finley’s friends and eventually strangers so Goddess Finley would have more spending money. Finally, Lucy dropped out of school altogether so that she could work fulltime as a broken ex-domme slut.Lucy learned an important life lesson; namely, that Goddess Finley is perfect, no one is more domme than her.
By Finley, on September 16th, 2018 Musings of a mind fucked pet
*Note – This was inspired by another story I read years ago called Bred by
My Secretary.*
I had asked HR to hire a new assistant for me. I was amazed when I saw Finley’s resume. She was the most qualified candidate that I had ever seen. In fact, with a couple years of experience, she would have been much better suited to apply for my job. I needed someone right and way and someone that was good; so, I had her hired without even needing an in person interview.
Finley arrived on her first day of work dressed to the nines. It was raining outside so she had an expensive shiny Mackintosh and matching rain boots on, as she entered the office. She seemed to keenly noticed how excited I was by the shiny nature of the material of both her coat and boots, because she slowly took it off and hung it up right in my line of view. When she removed it, I could see that she was extremely beautiful and athletic, I imagined that she had been a gymnast at one point. Her body was rock hard from ass to legs and arms, which I could see under her beautiful designer short circle skirt.. Her silk blouse highlighted the pert perfection of her tits and her eyes were hypnotic, her lips luscious and her hair lustrously beautiful. She was an absolute goddess.
She came into my office and dropped her pen, she purposely bent over with her ass presenting in my direction; so that I could see that in lieu of panties or a thong, she was wearing shiny spandex shorts. Again, a rush of excitement flashed through my body from my head right down to my once again hard cock. As we started discussing her role, she asked me questions about what I was working on. For some reason, I felt compelled to tell her and show her everything. She even boldly made some suggestions on how we could improve what I had prepared for presentation to my clients. While my upper head told me I should be saying no, my lower head said, “What a great idea, Finley.”
It had been a month since Finley started, every day when she arrived I got instantly hard. I was finding it harder and harder to come up with ideas on my own. Finley always had better ideas than mine. I found myself volunteering to do things that the assistant would normally do, while she made improvements to my work. Finally, one day I completely forgot to show up to a meeting that I had with my bosses to review my presentation. I was out getting coffee for the office, that’s what bosses do, right? Fortunately, Finley went and presented for me, in fact, she wowed them all. When she returned from the meeting, she went into the bathroom and changed into a very shiny dress and boots. She entered my office and began chastising me for failing to show up. She told me it was unacceptable and had me get down on my knees to apologize to her. I told her I would do anything to make it up to her.
It’s been two months since Goddess Finley started working for me. Well, actually now I work for her, as her assistant and submissive. She was kind enough to keep me on at a 50 percent cut in pay well 25 percent goes back to the company and the other 25 percent goes to her for her being willing to train me. I have relinquished all but the “servant’s quarters” of my house to her, as well as my car. I can ride in with her or take the bus anyway. She lets me clean and worship all her shiny clothes and boots and cuckolds me when she invites real men to come over and fuck her on what used to be my bed. It is the best hiring decision I ever made.
By Finley, on September 13th, 2018 Musings of a Mindfucked Pet
I had been away from my goddess for awhile. I had let the distractions of the so-called real world get in the way of my submission. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t been thinking about Goddess Finley night and day, I just hadn’t been kneeling hanging on her every word, her every command and doing and thinking anything to please her. Truth be told, she had been in my mind the whole time. Every thought I had, opinion I had or decision I needed to make, I had been thinking what would Goddess Finley want me to do.
Even when I dated or tried to serve others, I could only get aroused thinking about my one true goddess – what she would want me to get hard to was all I could get hard to, what she wanted my fetishes and beliefs to be were all I could think or feel excited about. Dating had proved useless as no woman could excite me the way Goddess Finley could. I found myself fantasizing about the crushes goddess wanted me to have when I was with others. Kissing a date made me limp, in fact any intimacy did. In fact, the only time I got hard with any of them was when I accidentally referred to them by the name of one of the crushes Goddess Finley had chosen for me, I would just go home and masturbate to what I knew Goddess Finley would approve of.
Trying to serve others was useless. Their voices, commands, beauty and power did not excite me. I kept topping from the bottom, trying to get them to train me like Goddess Finley but it never was the same. I longed for my goddess night and day.
Now, I am back kneeling before the most perfect 34c.24.34, 21 year-old goddess in the world. I love her voice, it is like listening to birds sing or hearing a beautiful symphony. I love her athletic, gymnast body and only crave obsessions that are perfect and toned like her. I am addicted to her power over me. I want to do all she says and wants. I want to be trained, mindfucked, reprogrammed and changed to be as she alone desires. I treat any men that are her lovers or subs as my gods and superiors. I worship their superiority over me too.
I am owned. I am broken. I belong completely to Goddess Finley. I am back and I missed her so much.
By Finley, on September 10th, 2018 Musings of a Mindfucked pet
Every morning I put on my skintight yoga pants and head down to my local gym. When I enter the gym, I am exuding confidence as I feel the lululemons caress my sexy, toned legs and immaculate ass. My pert 34c tits look exquisite as they are embraced by my matching spandex sports bra. Today, I am starting my workout by stretching and I see there are only two other people in the gym – a girl lifting weights who has to be 18 and has the rock hard body of a fellow gymnast and an Adonis of man running on the treadmill while wearing a pair of super tight lycra shorts which show the entire outline of his amazing ass and his truly spectacular, what appears to be, 8 1/2″ cock.
I positioned myself for stretching and the perfect location where both the girl and the god could see me. I bent over so the girl could see right down my sports bra into my amazing cleavage knowing she would feel insecure as my breasts were so superior to her little tit buds. After a few minutes of her staring at my exquisite breasts and inviting cleavage, I could see her start to both shudder with delight and redden from embarrassment and inferiority. Next, I focused on putting my exquisite yoga pants covered ass in presentation position for the god. As I peered through my legs, I could see him ogling my ass while I could see his immense bulge grow even larger inside its spandex-encased prison. He seemed to be entranced by my ass and as I moved it up and down and from side to side, his eyes followed along.
After about 15 minutes of stretching, both the god and the gymnasts were now on treadmills with one open in between them. I moved over to the open treadmill and began the next phase of my workout. Both the gymnast and the god could not look away from my amazing body as it rhythmically intoxicated them into a deeper state of entrancement. As my pert tits bounced up and down with the rhythm of the treadmill, their eyes followed. As my tight, toned ass bounced, they became more and more mesmerized. The gymnast’s breathing was becoming more labored as if she was building toward and orgasm while the god’s cock was hard as a rock. After 45 minutes on the treadmill, I stepped off and both the god and gymnast immediately did the same. Ironically, both the gymnast and the god handed me a towel to wipe off with. I wiped the perspiration from my glistening body with the gymnast’s towel, handed it back to her and told her to do the same. She did, wiping my sweat and scent on her in the process. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her to wait for me naked in the shower. As for the god, I took his towel wiped myself off some more and then rubbed it against the front of his bulge. I knew he was about to explode at this point; so, I freed his cock from its spandex-encasement and began stroking his rock hard manhood until he was ready to burst. I had him explode into the towel filling it with his large quantity of cum. I kiss him on the cheek and told him to get showered because he was going to take me out to dinner and shopping and headed into the locker room.
I had the gymnast come over while she was still dripping wet and had her kneel before me. I pulled down my yoga pants and instructed her to start licking at the same time I told her I would start toweling her off. I took the god’s cum towel and began rubbing it all over her bare pussy and inside until her box was covered in the god’s cum. I wiped the rest of her body with the towel covering her body in a mixture of her and the god’s cum. She was exploding in ecstasy from the greatest orgasm of her life when she made, me, her new goddess, cum. I told her to get dressed and that she was now my property, my pet, and that she and I had a date with our new lover.
By Finley, on September 7th, 2018 It all started about two days after I moved into my summer house on the beach. I had specifically selected this location due to its isolation. There wasn’t another house on either side of me for about a mile. It was precisely noon that Thursday when I first noticed her. I would later find out that her name is Finley but on that day I was mesmerized by the beauty running through my patch of beach wearing a windbreaker over a lycra compression shirt coupled with a skin tight pair of lululemons and the sexiest pair of sneakers I had ever seen. She buzzed through my beach as if I wasn’t even there and frankly about thirty minutes after she had gone I was beginning to wonder if perhaps it had been just an illusion.
I went about my business for the rest of the next week wondering if I would see her again but as time passed I began to think it was a one time event. Suddenly, it was Thursday at noon again and there she was again. Those same lululemons and adorable sneakers but now her windbreaker was gone and she was wearing a low cut t-shirt which showed that her ample 34c breasts were being caressed by a lycra sports bra. I rushed out my door hoping to be able to interact with her but as just as soon as she had arrived, she had gone. I was left to daydreaming of this amazingly toned athletic goddess.
Another week went by and still no sign of this running goddess. As Thursday approached, I decided to take things into my own hands. I put a chair out on the beach and sat down in it at exactly 11:45AM. Right on time, my running goddess reappeared at noon. Her beautifully lustrous hair flowed softly in the wind. Her perfect ass bounced rhythmically in her lulus which each running step through sand. Today, I got an even better look at her immaculate 34c tits as they were encased in a glorious lycra sports bra which matched her lulus. I stood up and said, “Hello!”. She smiled and waved as she kept on running by without saying a word.
Now, I was totally obsessed. I couldn’t think of doing anything else but seeing her and talking with her. She was in my mind night and day. I could see every curve of her body when I closed my eyes and when I masturbated all that I could dream of was being near her perfection. I was frantic trying to think of how I could see her sooner. I couldn’t bear to wait another week. When I went out of the door toward the beach on Friday morning, there was a note. “Be out on the beach naked, kneeling and stroking your cock at exactly noon tomorrow and I will consider coming back, otherwise you will have to wait until next Thursday. Finley.”
Well, I did what I was told and I was naked, kneeling and masturbating on the beach from noon until 2PM but there was no sign of Finley. I heard the phone ring but wasn’t able to get to it in time. When I returned, I had the following message, “You did well, pet. You follow orders well. You need to keep following orders if you want to see your goddess again.” For each day over the next week, I did exactly what she told me – hours of masturbating on the beach first to my imagination of her and later to pictures she sent to me of her in her running outfit. Finally, on Wednesday, a courier came and dropped off a package, it was her running outfit. I was told to lick every inch of it, to crave it and dream of it on her perfect body. I then had to wash it, dry it and have it ready for the courier to pick up. I did as was told. I was also told to be out on the beach Thursday at noon – naked, kneeling and masturbating while repeating my mantra of “Finley is my one and only goddess”. I did as I was told.
Promptly at noon on Thursday, Goddess Finley ran onto my part of the beach. Those same lululemons that I had licked and cleaned were touching her perfect body. Those same sneakers were on her adorable feet. However, today she was topless and her 34c breasts were even more spectacular than I could have dreamed. My cock was a rock and ready to explode when she approached. “Cum for your Goddess Finley, pet. Cum and declare that you belong completely to me.” I said exactly what she commanded and came with the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. I can’t wait for the rest of the summer now that Goddess Finley has moved into my, I mean her, summer vacation home.
By Finley, on September 4th, 2018 Musings of a Mindfucked pet
I had only been working in the gym for about a month when I first saw her walk in. She was an amazing goddess in her early twenties. Her body was perfectly toned from head to toe. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a matching windbreaker, as she headed into the ladies locker room. I got back to my task of setting up the gymnastics equipment as part of an open session the gym was sponsoring.
About ten minutes later, the door to the women’s locker room opened and out she stepped in a shiny purple leotard that clung to her amazingly toned gymnast’s body. I was in awe of how amazing she looked and was speechless as she approached me. “Is everything ready to use? My name is Finley and I am here to workout.” I nodded speechless from the beauty that was in my presence.
Finley headed to the balance beam to begin. As for me, I was intoxicated from the view of how the shiny leotard clung to her amazing body. It showed just how tight her perfect abs were, it caressed her perfectly-sized 34c breasts showing every perfect curve of her wonderful mounds of mammalia. Finally, the leotard cupped her exquisite ass, outlining every perfect curve. I was awestruck. When she mounted the beam, she proceeded to do a split which presented her amazing ass right in the direction of my face. I could feel my rock hard erection growing as I stared in amazement at this incredible goddess that was blessing me with her presence.
After ten or so minutes on the beam, she proceeded to the other apparatuses to continue her work out. Next was vault and then uneven bars before her glorious workout culminated with a stirring rendition of tumbling on the floor exercise. When she finished her workout on floor. her body was purely glistening and her leotard was firmly entrenched between her perfectly bulbous ass cheeks highlighting the most magnificent wedgie in the history of leotard wedgies.
As she headed toward the locker room, with a humiliatingly large erection bulging out of my pants, I handed her a clean towel never feeling so beneath another human being in my life. She wiped the perspiration from her body and through it to me as she chuckled heading to the locker room. After she had disappeared, I held the towel to my face as if trying to breath in her perfection. About fifteen minutes later, she exited the dressing room, with me still holding her towel speechless. She was back in the outfit she came to the gym in and handed me her worn leotard. “Can you clean this for me by hand tonight and have it ready for me when I return tomorrow?” I nodded eagerly. “Good boy,” she chuckled as she left the gym. I took the towel and leotard and put in my work locker to bring home and clean knowing I would be masturbating to my new goddess’s beauty all evening long.
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