Puppy’s first visit part 1

Puppy’s first visit part 1

She sends me a text message; the plane landed early and she was at the airport. Shit, I’m stuck in bumper to bumper traffic caused be a demonstration about something or the other. There are always demonstrations in San Francisco, at least that’s how it feels right now. I text her back, telling her to find a seat and that I’ll be there as soon as I can. Making a slightly illegal driving maneuver, I zoom down a side street, make a quick turn and race for the highway where I put the peddle to the metal. Luckily the highway is not crowded at all and traffic is moving smoothly compared to the gridlock and chaos below. This lets me make up a lot of lost time and I get to the airport only a few minutes late.

Coming up the escalator, I immediately see her sitting reading a book. Her auburn hair falls below her shoulders and partially covers her face. She looks just as cute and innocent as her pictures, yet I know she is far from innocent. She might be only 20 but in her, lies the heart of a slut who craves to be used and abused, fucked hard every which way and then tucked into her cage at night with a wet, well worn pussy.

Sensing something, or someone she lifts her head from her book and she sees me walking toward her. Rising from her chair she takes a step toward me and smiles, but below the smile I can see a flicker of worry and doubt. We have talked over the phone and IM for more than a month, but this is our first meeting in person. Will I like her, will I still want her, how will I use her?

I close the last few feet between us, return her smile. After exchanging hello’s, I lean into her and wrap my arms around her in a gentle embrace. She immediately returns the hug but I can feel her tense a little from still being nervous. I hold the hug, keeping her wrapped in my arms, letting her feel that she is safe and accepted. It only takes a moment before I feel it, her muscles loosen and she soon relaxes and leans into me fully, resting her head against my chest.

I inhale her scent deeply, she does not smell like most girls. There is no faint smell of vanilla, lavender, rose hips or other wild flowers. No, her smell is deeper, richer, more earthly with a slightly musky undertone. It reminds me of the smell of sex, and I instantly start to think of what I’m going to soon be doing to her.

The drive back into the city is filled with mindless chitchat about movies and music, we both know we’re simply passing time and letting her get fully comfortable with her new surroundings before moving to the next stage.

After parking, I take her to a coffee shop around the corner from my apartment to fulfill her one request before giving herself over to me to do what ever I wanted for the rest of the week. She asked that we first spend time in a public place and talk for a little while. A simple and appropriate request I was all too happy to oblige.

I order a croissant for myself and a sandwich for her, after her long flight I know she must be hungry. While we eat we talk about bdsm, slavery and she what she feels it means to be a slave. I read her slave journal and note that she has her rules written in it.

1) When W/we are coming to a crossroad W/er must sit down and talk without and M/s
2) I must tell my Master when I feel I need to hurt myself
3) As a slave I must always act in a way that is pleasing to my Master
4) I must always ask permission to remove my collar/anklet when bathing
5) I am not allowed to pop my knuckles
6) As a slave it is my job to take care of my Master and His house
7) I will always do my best as my Masters slave to make sure he is happy and well taken care of
8) When my Master enters the house I must kneel unless otherwise instructed
9) I must make sure all my chores are done at the end of the day
10) After W/we are done eating, all dishes and the kitchen are to be cleaned
11) I have no will of my own other than that of which my Master has given
12) While a puppy, speech and eye restrictions are observed
13) No getting on the furniture unless invited

We had previously discussed and negotiated these rules. These rules are also just a starting point; they are malleable, just as she is for me to mold. Some rules will be edited and some will be crossed off while others will be added.

While she talked I heard the words her lips and mouth were forming and wondered what thoughts were really racing through her head. Was she thinking how she was going to be used soon? Maybe she was thinking of being bent over the table right now. Was her pussy wet? She said she got wet from the slightest of provocations, but was it true? I couldn’t wait to find out, my cock throbbed at the idea.

I noticed that she had finished her lunch and had sipped the last few drops of her lemonade.

“Are you ready to go puppy?” I asked her
“Yes Sir” she responded “Thank you for giving me the extra time in a public place to adjust and get used to you.”
“It was no problem at all puppy, I want you to feel comfortable and safe. When we get home, we begin.” I reminded her.
"Yes Sir, I’m ready:" she replied with no hesitation and a glint in her eye.

We swiftly walked the block home not wanting to waste another moment. I escorted her into my building and led her into my apartment. Quickly showing her the living room and dining room, I point out the dog cage she’ll be sleeping in for the next week. The cage she has been looking forward to being in since we first started talking.

Dropping her travel bag next to the cage, I focus my attention on her. Quickly closing the distance between us I grab a fistful of her hair, spin her around and force her face first against the wall. I’m behind her, leaning my weight into her, keeping her pinned to the wall and enjoying her struggles as I reach around to the front of her body and under her shirt. I feel her firm stomach before raising my hand to her small tits. She is barely an A cup, but I love her sensitive nipples, which I begin to maul. First pinching them, then pulling and finally twisting her nipples.

She had been stoic and silent up till now, but my assault on her nipples is causing her to growl from deep in her throat and to try and push her body away from the wall.

“Go ahead and fight back bitch, I like it better when you fight back.” I hiss in her ear, redoubling my grip on her hair while pulling her head back and kicking her legs apart, leaving her slightly off balance. This reveals her soft neck and I lower my head, kissing her collar bone and sensually running my tongue along the throbbing artery in her neck before giving her shoulder a hard nibble, causing her growl to turn instantly turn into a moan.

Taking my hand from her just tortured nipples, I drop it down and roughly shove my hand down the front of her jeans. Her pussy is sopping. Not moist, not wet, not even drenched. Her pussy is absolutely sopping wet. Her freshly shaven pubic mound, her pussy, her ass and all the way down her thighs; she is completely covered with her slick juices.

Driving two fingers into her eager and hungry pussy, she lets out a moan and begins rocking back and forth on my fingers. Curling them slightly, I push up and in, rubbing her gspot on each thrust of my hand and with each sway of her body. Before she can cum, I pull my fingers out of her pussy and shove them in her mouth. Forcing her to lick and clean her pussy juice off of my hand.

Yanking her hair back and down, I pull her to her knees and I unzip my jeans. Needing no invitation she eagerly opens her mouth and slides my hard cock deep inside of her. Bobbing back and forth she also wags her tongue from side to side. Her tongue ring feels good, but I love the feeling when my cock hits the back of her mouth and she gags slightly. Feeling her mouth clamp down on my cock feels nice and I immediately imagine what it will be like when I get her in a better position and can feel her throat clamp down on my cock.

Pulling my cock from her mouth with a small pop, I rub my cock across her cheeks and lips, then plunge it deeply back into her mouth. I grab her hair with both hands and begin face fucking her, forcing her to take my cock deep and she is moaning around my cock. Looking down, I see she is rubbing herself through her jeans. Bad girl I think to myself, you didn’t have permission to do that, I’ll have to punish you later. But for now, I have more urgent matters at hand. I can feel the urge to cum starting to build and start to fuck her faster. With a loud moan, I let gob after gab of thick cum pump out of my cock into her waiting mouth. Slowing my hips from hard thrusting to gentle rocking, I let her swallow my cum and clean my cock off with her mouth and tongue before putting my cock back in my pants.

“Welcome home puppy” I tell her and she responds with a smile. Grabbing her by the hair again, I lead her on all fours into the bed room. I’m not done with her by a long shot. She’s here for a week and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.