By Finley, on August 10th, 2018 More musings of a mindfucked pet
He had been dating Finley for about three months. He fell madly in love with HER at the first site of HER perfect 34C-24-34 body. He was entranced by HER plush, pert tits, athletic arms and legs and hypnotic eyes. He had been trying to get HER to go out with him for over a year, they had been in classes together during the prior college year and at times had studied together but Finley had always kept him at a distance. SHE found him to be a bit too needy and serious and SHE was just looking to enjoy HER time in school. However, during summer session, they had hit it off, he had a car and would drive HER to the beach when SHE wanted and liked taking HER to dinner, plus most of HER friends were gone; so, SHE figured what the hell.
As the summer progressed, he became more and more addicted to HER. He loved being with HER and doing things for HER. He was obsessed. As for Finley, she was getting bored by all his doting and while SHE enjoyed the attention and presents SHE was looking to scale things back as the fall semester approached. SHE decided SHE was going to play the role of bratty, bossy, dominant Princess to him and see how it would effect him. To HER surprise, instead of HER new bratty behavior turning him off, it seemed to excite and
subjugate him even more. SHE decided to use this to HER advantage. SHE began sending him and showing him pictures of women wearing the outfits that she desired. When SHE showed him pictures of women with the items that SHE wanted the most, SHE kissed and teased him and ran HER hands over his hard denim covered cock. Within a short time, SHE had managed to implant subliminal triggers in his mind to see women wearing the outfits or with the items that SHE wanted. In fact, he would nearly orgasm at the thought of seeing HER with those items and outfits and probably would cum if he was the one getting them for HER. Additionally, without him realizing it, SHE was reprogramming him to enjoy the thought of HIM getting those items for HER so SHE could go out with other men while wearing those outfits. SHE was planted the seeds of cuckoldry without him realizing any of it.
After a few weeks of this subliminal training, he had increased the credit line on all his credit cards and had cashed out the money he had been saving from working two jobs during the summer and previous school year and he begged to take Finley shopping. SHE told him that they would be able to go Saturday afternoon but that he would have to make it quick because SHE was meeting up with someone that evening.
When Saturday arrived, he picked Finley up promptly at noon. They headed to the most expensive outlet shop center in town. They spent the next four hours going into every store imaginable, the more expensive the better – there were Burberry skirts and coats, Guess tops and pants, Lululemon workout wear and yoga pants, Dr. Marten’s and Hunter boots, and an amazing Coach bag. In each store, the routine was the same, Finley would enter find the things that SHE knew would turn him on most. SHE would try them on and ask his opinion – the rock hard bulge in his cock said all SHE needed to know. She would say in the most bratty tone that she just couldn’t choose between the few that he tried on – and that it was such a bother to have to have to choose just one. He would beg HER to let him buy HER all that SHE tried on. SHE would let him and he would pay for the items and leave carrying all the bags as they headed to the next store. By the end of the afternoon, SHE had enough items to fill up HER dorm closet. SHE picked on the sexiest combination of items and went into the rest room to change. When he saw HER, he nearly came in his jeans. Suddenly, a huge stud from the football team appeared and kissed Finley.
“I’m ready to go,” the stud said to Finley.
Finley looked and saw that HER now cucked “boyfriend” was harder than ever watching HER with a real man, “Here’s the key, take all this stuff and put it in my apartment and leave the key with my roommate,” Finley said in a brattish way.
He just nodded and headed out of the center.
“Who was that, babe?”, the stud said to Finley.
“Oh, him, he’s no one important, he just lives to please me. Speaking of pleasing me, let’s go have some fun,” Finley replied.
By Finley, on August 8th, 2018 Musings of a Mindfucked Pet
Goddess Finley had been prepping HER slave for his first in person meeting with a couple of months of online and phone training. He was a well-toned, single 35 year-old businessman who had always put his career ahead of any relationships. He was very dominant at work but had reached out to her looking for someone who would reprogram and reshape his beliefs, fetishes and desires.
From the pictures that he had sent to HER during the initial course of his training, Goddess Finley could tell that HER new submissive took good care of his body. SHE had commanded him to send HER a list of his daily diet and also his workout regimen. SHE was pleased that SHE only needed to make minor tweaks to his daily food intake and simple adjustments to his exercise program to get him in even better shape when he was given the supreme honor of finally meeting HER in person. Furthermore, SHE could tell from a few of his pictures in jeans and a bathing suit that he was rather well-endowed as well. Immediately, SHE knew HER final plans for him.
As part of his training, SHE began immersing him in watching videos and looking at pictures athletic men and women in shiny, tight clothes. SHE started by showing him famous male and female athletes who wore tight lycra uniforms such as speedskaters, wrestlers, weightlifters, track stars and gymnasts. Over time, SHE showed him less famous men in spandex, and less famous women in leggings, liquid leggings, spandex and yoga pants. As the time of his visit neared, SHE made him watch videos and look at pictures of submissive men and dominant women/gorgeous fetish models in skin tight latex pants, shorts and catsuits. The final few days before his visit, all he was allowed to get excited from was the site of a submissive man in latex serving a dominant woman in skintight clothes. SHE told him to imagine getting hard at just the sight and feel of latex – how it would feel caressing every curve of his body. The thought of it drove him wild.
When he arrived at the location he had been told, he was a combination of excited and apprehensive. He took a deep breath and headed for the door. He introduced himself via the intercom, he was instructed to head to the bathroom at the end of the hall and strip naked, he was then told to enter the room across from the bathroom, go to the center of the room and kneel. Fortunately for him, no one else seemed to be inside the bathroom or hallway. He did as was instructed and entered what appeared to be a gym type room, which had no lights on, and he headed to the middle of it and knelt.
After about 10 minutes of waiting, the lights to the room turned on, Goddess Finley stood before him in skin tight yoga pants and an amazing lycra sports bra. In her hands were two items a latex catsuit and a collar with a leash attached. He was amazed and how perfect Goddess Finley’s 34C-24-34 figure looked encased in skintight clothes. He knew his cock was hard as a rock as SHE approached him.
“Put on your uniform slave,” Goddess Finley said as SHE handed him the latex catsuit.
He did exactly as instructed and nearly orgasmed multiple times as the latex caressed his eager body. When the latex rubbed against his rock hard cock he felt pleasure he could have never imagined. When he was finished and demonstrating a latex covered bulge that was nearly bursting through the material, Goddess Finley attached the collar and leash to HER new pet.
“Welcome to your new world as my latex slave, pet. A life of pleasure that you could never have imagined is about to begin.”
By Finley, on August 4th, 2018 We had been driving for hours, the sun long since set. The dark and twisty road curving in its own beat. My best friend sound asleep in the back seat. Sprawled out. I would wake her up in 3 hours and she would take over. My boyfriend in the passenger seat, looked like he was fighting to stay awake with me. I turned the radio up a notch before I let my hand settle on his upper thigh. I drew random patterns on his thigh, my eyes never leaving the road. I felt his cock stiffen under my hand. I let my hand slip into his joggers. His hips thrust into my hand at its first touch. I started to stroke his cock then. My best friend asleep in the back and the endless road ahead of us. His hand came to rest on my thigh. I picked up the pace, and every time my hand would brush the head his hand would clamp down on my thigh.
I took the hint and started to palm the head. His grip was constant now. Precum coated my palm and I used it to lube up the length of him. I would draw this out as long as possible. So I stroked from base to right under his mushroom head. He was trying to hard to angle his hips in a way that would make my hand touch his head. I never once looked over at him though. my eyes seemingly glued to the road. My hand gripped down on the middle of his shaft. A silent warning to be still or he wouldn’t get what he so desperately sought. He stilled then and his hand was back to gripping my thigh. I grazed his head once with my hand before going back to just stroking the shaft. The road was not relatively straight. We were through the switch backs. I took a second to steal a glance at him. His head was thrown back, his eyes shut tightly, biting his bottom lip.
The sight of him like that nearly made me groan. My eyes went back to the road and I started to palm his head with a new found vigor. Precum came dripping out of him like a leaky faucet. He was gonna cum and hard. I let my thumb brush right over the very tip and his hips twitched as he came hard all over my hand. I smirked and pulled my cum cover hand out of his pants, I put it before his mouth in a silent order to clean up his mess. He of course obliged. Lets just say he didn’t struggle with remaining conscious for the rest of the night.
By Finley, on August 1st, 2018 The room was alight in laughter and the smell of roasted turkey. I sat on the couch in my family’s living room. My mom always did the holidays big. all of my cousins were in attendance as was tradition. I smiled at my cousin Noah from across the room. He was taller this year. His dark hair longer. I made my way over to him. We exchanged pleasantries while I spiked his eggnog with rum from my flask. Forever my drinking buddy at any family function and maybe a little more than that. I winked at him as my mom called for a round of domino.
I would win every game that mom challenged me too that night. Mostly to make a statement of my presences. Noah always nipping at my heels, Always almost taking the win for himself. The competitive nature we had as children shining through. I slipped up the stairs relatively unnoticed. Walking down the hall to my old childhood room. Noah noticed my absence for the cue that it was. He came into the room locking the door behind him. He was pushing me up against the wall a second later. Mouth on mine like he had been thinking about it since the moment he saw me walk in the house. His hands made quick work of my panties. While mine dealt with the pesky zipper of his slacks. He was all the way inside of me a moment later. and we both moaned. Flash backs of the first time we did this always came with his first stroke. We both knew that this was wrong… But honestly how wrong could it be when we fit so perfectly together. He was pounding into me with the expertise of someone who had spent years learning just how to make this body twitch from pleasure. My hands were gripping at his hair. my mouth on his neck to muffle my moans. There was only one way this round would end. The only way that ever felt right despite the risk. I started to bounce up and down with his thrusts. and when I started to cum all over my cousins cock I bit down on his neck to stop my screams lest anyone find us in this compromising position He followed me right over the edge making sure to slam all the way in so the head of his cock was right against my cervix as he exploded, filling me up with his all too familiar seed. I kissed his cheek and then hopped down and before calling over my shoulder, ‘Can’t wait for Christmas.’
By Finley, on July 29th, 2018 He lay next to me in our camping tent on the air mattress content, unaware of my little plan. I awoke to the sounds of the trees blowing in the wind, and nuzzled closer to him for the warmth of his naked body. When my leg came to drape across him, I found his cock rock hard. I bit my lip and slowly, gently, and willing every bit of grace into my movements, I moved under the covers. I didn’t want him to wake until his cock was all the way down my throat. I found his cock under the blankets, my tongue finding the head of him instantly. I choked back a groan. I could still taste myself on him from the hours of sex earlier. Fuck we tasted delicious all mixed together like this. His hand twitched at his side. it was time. I opened my mouth wide, and taking a deep breath through my nose, I swallowed his cock all the way down to the base. I knew he had awakened by the hiss that came out of him. I pulled back to the tip and then deep throated him again. He ripped the blanket off of us. To find me between his legs eyes gleaming in moonlight as i stared up at him, keeping my rhythm.
“Fuck, Baby girl” he groaned at the sight of me. I smirked around his cock and then came up to do that special tongue flick against his head that practically made him growl every time. His hand found its way into my hair. Simply just holding my hair out of the way. He wanted to see how I wanted to touch him. I swallowed him whole then again.
“Finley!” he gasped as if I was stealing the air from his lungs. It only encouraged me. My pace picked up, practically chocking myself on his cock, Not once did my gaze leave his eyes. I wanted to watch him cum for him, I wanted to watch the pleasure take over his features as he gave me this sweet treat of his cum. My hand came up to massage his balls as I settled my lips around the base of him, and that is when he lost it. Cum spraying into my throat, my name falling off of his lips, his eyes struggling to stay open and in contact with mine as I milked every drop from his balls.
Fuck he was so sexy when he lost himself in me.
By Finley, on July 26th, 2018 My perfect little pet, was bound to the bed by all four limbs. Legs spread, on his stomach and blind folded. I smirked at the scene before me flogger in hand. I slowly moved around the bed trailing the tips of suede up his spine. Before starting its teasing decent back down. With a flick of my wrist that flogger came down lightly on his ass cheeks. he gasped. I flicked my wrist again. The tips of the flogger snapping against his ass. This elicited a moan. Which was music to my ears. Again and Again the flogger came down on his ass, tell the room was alight in symphony of the flogger breaking the wind and his little sounds. When his ass was the perfect shade of red I set the flogger down, and moved to grab some coconut oil.
I straddled the backs of his thighs and began warming the oil in my hands. My hands started working over the red hot skin of his ass cheeks. hisses escaping as he adjusted. With every swipe of my hands I got closer and closer to where his ass cheeks parted. Eventually I slipped a coconut oil covered finger between them and found his pert little asshole. I slowly started to trace small little circles around the outside. My pet moaned loudly and tried to push back on to my finger. So I slipped in painstakingly slowly. His ass backed further up on to my finger and I smirked. Such a greedy pet. My finger withdrew instantly. He whimpered. and then my hand came down on his ass hard. My pets do not behave with such little patience. He hissed, and I knew he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
I stepped away then and lubed up two fingers silently. letting him stew. I came in fast, breath in his ear, hot and heavy. “Beg.” my voice whispered, in utter command. “beg me, and maybe if your convincing enough. I’ll think about touching that small cock.” He groaned then, and please came falling off his lips like a song. My two fingers slid in slow and gentle. and his pleas stopped, cut off by a half growl half moan. his thighs twitched with the effort to stay still. I bit his neck then and started to finger fuck his ass hard, fast and with out mercy. Just like he wanted. I curled my fingers up as I pulled back and his hips bucked,and the moan that erupted from his throat. oh he wanted it. My speed picked up wanting to see just how much he could take. It was moments later he was begging me to let him cum, my fingers curled inside of him again and I pulled half way back as he screamed please, again. “Yes my pet” I murmured as I pulled the rest of the way out and his small cock started spilling cum underneath him.
By Finley, on July 20th, 2018 It had been too long. Far too long since His satin skin brushed up against me. It was taking over my dreams. Flashes of our naked body’s intertwined. your green eyes. Those lips and how they never seemed to stop exploring every inch of me. Too long, far too long since I had him. I had to admit that although at first the dreams seemed to take the edge off. Now they just started my mornings off aching and flushed. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be until I felt him wrapped around me.
Soon he had promised. Soon, soon, soon. I hated the word. Patience wasn’t a virtue I possessed. All this build up… Made me irritated. I couldn’t get it under control. I rubbed my clit raw every night so that I may just get a moments release from the insurmountable need for him. I awoke from one of these feverish dreams panting. Torn from the scene of his hand tangled up in my hair and pulling as he pounded into me from behind. I blinked away the lingering flashbacks. Soon was today. I was going to make him pay for making me wait so long.
It was much later in the day when I donned my earrings, sexy burgundy lace dress. That hugged my body perfectly at every curve. I knew he loved me in this color. I finished the look off with a pair of black leather booties and a leather jacket. I was going to rip the air from his lungs when he saw me. I applied a little red lip stain to my lips, which made them ever more supple. There was a knock on the door. I sashayed over to the door, and opened it.
There he stood, His eyes tried so hard to remain on my face. I could see the struggle. He failed and then let his eyes ravage my every curve. I watched him, Indeed there was no rise and fall of his chest. He wasn’t breathing. I smiled then, which only grew wider as my eyes fell on his hands at his sides. Clenching and and relaxing momentarily as if he was actively resisting the urge to rip my clothes off and have my right here, Against the door frame.
“Well, are you going to stand there eye fucking me all night or, would you rather come in out of the cold?” I said bluntly. I didn’t wait for his response as I turned and walked further into my home and sat on the couch. He was right behind me. I thought he was moving to sit down with me, but no. He kneeled in front of me on the hard wood floors. I tried to find his eyes but they were downcasted. I knew what he was offering. His complete submission. “Look at me.” I stated cool as ice. his eyes rose to meet mine, I saw the wanton desire there… But also the guilt. The guilt of being gone for so long. He would give me this, But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. “One day, I would love to make you come to heal, But not like this.” Tonight wasn’t for play. I wanted his submission to be out of desire not guilt for all the things he had not given me. He moved in an instant seeming to catch my unspoken words. His mouth was on mine, and just like in my dreams my skin turned hot as flame. Tonight, we would be equals. Tonight we would reconnect. Tonight we would burn this house down with out pent up passion, and I would delight in every second of it.
By Finley, on July 18th, 2018 He lay there on the ground Smiling up at me in anticipation. His legs were spread wide, and his balls lay on the hard wood. Oh he was so vulnerable like this. I walked around him, heels clicking on the wood with every step. I stopped by his head and placed a heel covered foot in front of his face, In silent demand. He kissed from the toes of the shoe, up the arch to the heeled point, and down it. I ripped my foot away from his lips and walked around him again. This time settling between his legs. He never took his eyes off of me.
I smiled wide as I raised my left leg and then sent the heel slamming down on his scrotum. He groaned in pleasure. I called him pathetic then. Before raising my foot again and coming down hard right on the edge of one of his balls. He shouted out in a mix of pain and pleasure, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. I took this as an opportunity to come down again directly on his nut, while he was unaware. The scream that escaped him was utter music to my ears. His eyes flashed open and there were tears in them, but the rest of his face only indicated pleasure. I raise a brow in a silent question of if he was good to continue. He gave a slight nod of his head, and less then a half second later, my heel came down again on his other ball. His back arched up and his thighs tried to come together.I pushed them back apart with my heels. “Do I need to tie you up, or can you behave?” this was the only warning I would give him. His only reply was a shake of his head. This time I blatantly kicked him in the balls. He groaned and I watched his eyes roll back into his head. I kicked again 3 times hard in a row, I didn’t fail to notice how hard his cock was becoming. I took a steadying breath before I slammed my heel down between his two nuts pinching his scrotum to the floor. He screamed again and his cock twitched. I did it again, Landing in the same spot. Then I quickly kicked him again. I clicked my tongue three times. His non verbal cue that it was okay to cum the next time I kicked him. I stomped down again crushing his left nut under my heel. Then again in the middle between the two. Then again On the right ball, Each drawing a low moan from my pathetic pet. I loved making him wait. I brought my leg all the way back and then swiftly kicked him right in the nuts, which made his cock start sputtering ropes of cum all the way up his chest. One even hit his face. And all I could do was laugh, at the worthless mess in front of me.
By Finley, on July 14th, 2018 There we were in the steamy hot water of our hotel rooms Jacuzzi tub, the water was frothy with bubbles and smelled of Japanese cherry blossoms. It was deep and had two built in seats across from each other. My feet rest on his lap under the water, that feels more like silk. He gently massaged the soles of my feet and then the arches. Before starting to move up and work at the base of my calves. My head leaned back to rest against the edge of the tub eyes closed and lips parted. His hands slowly crept up to my upper calves, his touch was glorious. I hadn’t felt so relaxed in ages. His hands found my thighs and I twitched, the water sloshed around us. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t meet his gaze. He worked his way up my thighs massaging attentively tell he found my hips and I groaned. My hips were always tight, and felt like they needed to pop. he worked them out until I was putty in his hands.
He pulled my hips up to the surface for what I thought was a better angle to massage them. But then I felt his beard pricking at my inner thighs and then his tongue parted my lower lips and I thrashed and moaned grabbing the edge of the tub. My eyes flashed open and just like I thought his eyes were boring into my face. Fuck those sexy green eyes a light with flecks of molten gold. I couldn’t keep eye contact it was too much. my head fell back again as I growled and moaned. I needed more. I needed him.
I slipped free and was instantly pushing him back into his seat, the water splashing around us. In an instant I was straddling him and sliding his cock into home. I started to ride him with wild and utter abandon. It was harder to get leverage in the water. He was watching me like I was a fucking goddess who held the key to all his pleasure. Like he was utterly mesmerized by me. It only encouraged me to ride him harder and faster, my mouth finding his neck and biting down hard, before sucking and pulling on it. His hands found my hips again then and his growl echoed off the tile.
Fuck the sounds he makes make me ache. He starts to slam me down hard and fast, and I know we’re both about to find our endings as he starts to thrust up. Holy fuck I cant stand it and I loose my self all over his hard cock, the dirtiest talk coming out of my mouth as I rip into his back with my nails, and his hot cum, erupts inside me. I collapse on his lap after and let him wash me up and carry me to bed.
By Finley, on July 12th, 2018 I was dreaming, sleeping like the dead. In a far off world of my own creation on the beach naked letting the waves lap at my legs. Although I wasn’t moving any deeper into my dreamscape sea, the waves seam to be lapping closer and closer to the meeting of my thighs. I could feel myself being pulled awake.
I awoke with a gasp. my clit was being ravaged, and I didn’t need to be told whom by. My body twitched uncontrollably. I weaved my hand through his hair under the blanket and first pushed him in harder and ground against his tongue. Fuck it felt so good. I pulled him up to my face by his hair.
“Just what do you think your doing?” I said in a sassy playful tone.
“Well, before you so rudely interrupted me, I was eating breakfast.” he replied and a crooked smirk overtook his features. He winked. “Haven’t you heard its the most important meal of the day?” I rolled my eyes, and let out a chuckle.
“Oh well don’t let me ruin your meal babe.” I sassed back before pecking your lips and tasting myself there. I groaned, and in a flash he was back under the covers. Ravaging my clit. First slowly with just the tip of his tongue, flicking back in an inconsistent beat that made me beg. Then came the long broad strokes with a flat tongue as he let a finger dive into my depths. My back arched then and my fingers found his hair. I pressed his face more firmly into my cunt. I was so fucking close. He knew it. Knew that I was teetering on the edge. He stopped moving, his finger stilled inside me. All I could feel against my clit was his breath. I whimpered and tried to push and pull him closer by his hair.
He wouldn’t budge. Fuck. I begged, pleaded, and he just waited silently before sucking my clit into his mouth, and shoved in a second finger in. I came then gushing screaming and clawing up his shoulders. Body convulsing and twitching wildly, and yet my clit remained in his mouth until I rode out the last waves of my orgasm.
Lets just say, I’d be his breakfast every morning if he wanted.
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