Pet's Surprise

She didn't know how long she'd been there.  It had certainly been several months.  Had it been over a year?  Several years?  She didn't know anymore.  She'd tried to keep track in the beginning, but after a while she just lost count and the days started blurring together.

She was in her senior year of high school when she got sent here.  Surely it had been well over a year since then.  She should be at least nineteen by now, but she really had no way of knowing for sure.

Back then, in her other life, her name had been Krysta.  But now she was Pet.  She was Pet to one person, the only person in her life who mattered anymore - her Mistress.

At first, it was hard.  Pet didn't like her Mistress, or this place, at all.  She resisted often and was always met with swift, harsh punishment.  But that didn't last very long.  Pet quickly learned that if she did and said everything that made her Mistress happy, her life wasn't so bad.  She had food and shelter, and if she was a really good girl, she was rewarded with some pretty incredible orgasms.

It was these orgasms above all that made her the good, obedient Pet she now was.  In her previous life, she would masturbate from time to time, and she would have what she thought were pretty good orgasms.  But they paled in comparison to how her Mistress could make her feel.  These new orgasms were thrilling, heavy, and deep, shaking her to her core.  She had no idea such feelings were possible, and after a few of them, she was hooked.

She learned how to speak with respect.  How to walk like a lady.  How to maintain impeccable hygiene.  And how to cater to the every whim, no matter how small or how outrageous, of her Mistress.  She learned how to please her Mistress in every conceivable way with nearly every conceivable part of her body.

At first, Pet thought her Mistress was ugly, old, and mean.  But that was a long time ago.  Even now, she didn't think her Mistress was particularly beautiful, but she certainly wasn't ugly.  She was just more on the plain-ish side.  In any case, it didn't really matter what her Mistress looked like.  Every time she walked into the room, Pet would feel her heart pound and her knees weaken in anticipation of possibly receiving one of those mind-blowing orgasms.  It didn't always happen, but the anticipation of it always thrilled her.  The possibility of feeling that way mattered far more than whatever her Mistress looked like.  

As far as being old, Pet came to conclude that her Mistress was probably about her mother's age, had her mother still been alive.  That age gap was definitely weird at first, but her mother would have been in her early forties, and that was a little old, but not as old as some teachers she'd had.  She remembered being terrified the first time she was instructed to lick her Mistress's pussy.  She thought it would be smelly and gross, but it wasn't either of those things.  It was really quite clean tasting and maybe slightly tangy.

And as far as being mean, well, she quickly learned that her Mistress was only mean when Pet misbehaved.  When she was a good, obedient Pet, her Mistress was actually quite kind and generous.  Most of the time.

Pet surprised herself at how quickly she adapted to this new life.  She remembered thinking, early on, that there was no way she was going to do all the things she was required to do.  The punishments were rough, but she figured she could endure them as long as she needed to.  Once she got a taste of those orgasms, however - wow.  Everything changed after that.

She barely remembers Krysta, the girl she used to be.  Krysta's jaw would have dropped at all the things Pet now did for her Mistress, willingly and obediently.  Krysta never had any attraction to or desire to be with another girl.  At least she didn't think so.  As a matter of fact, Pet wasn't sure she was attracted to girls either.  But that didn't matter.  She was attracted to her Mistress, and that was that.  It wasn't a physical attraction, however.  It was more psychological.  She was attracted to obeying her Mistress, pleasing her, making her happy in any and every way, all in hopes of receiving those wonderful orgasms her Mistress could provide for her.

Pet had totally accepted her new life.  Everything now revolved around her Mistress.  She rarely ever saw any other people anymore.  There were others who worked at the facility, but she was never allowed to speak to them.  She even saw other girls her age from time to time, but it was just a glance in the hallway or from across the room.  No words were ever spoken to anyone but her Mistress.  It could be exhausting and incredibly frustrating at times, but this was just her life now.

Today, after her breakfast, she went about her exercise routine like normal.  She pulled open the drawer by her bed and opened the box containing her kegel balls.  She spread lube over them and gently inserted them, as she always does.  After standing upright, she tightened her pelvic muscles, pulling the balls deeper into her body and holding them for ten seconds.  She did this five times, feeling incredibly strained by the last one.

Pet hated these exercises at first.  They stressed her out and made her uncomfortable.  But her Mistress insisted that if she strengthened her pelvic floor, she would have better orgasms.  Pet was skeptical, but did them anyway because her Mistress required it of her.  After a couple weeks, however, she was stunned by a massive orgasm that left her trembling and shaking for nearly a minute after it was over.  From that point on, she wasn't so reluctant to do them anymore.

Pet removed the kegel balls, washed them, and placed them back in her drawer.  She then walked over to the large exercise ball in the corner of her room and sat down on it.  She straightened her back and began gently rocking her hips back and forth for several minutes before switching to moving her hips in a circular motion.  She was told by her Mistress that these were all different ways of strengthening her pelvic floor, which would result in more powerful orgasms.

After several more minutes of exercising on the ball, Pet went to take a shower, as she usually did.  After cleaning her body, Pet shaved her legs and pubic region, as she was instructed to do every morning.  When she was finished, she dried off, applied some lotion, and sat on her bed, naked as usual, and waited.  Most days she would receive instructions, but every now and then she would get a visit from her Mistress right away.  She wondered what today would bring.

She'd been sitting for less than five minutes when she heard some clicking outside the door of her room.  Most days, an envelope was simply slipped under the door, but today it must be a package.  Pet's heart began to beat faster with anticipation of what it could be.

Seconds later, the lower compartment of her door slid open and a crate was shoved through, upon which the lower compartment immediately slid shut.  Pet got up and walked over, looking inside the crate.

Inside was an elegant white box, about six inches wide and deep, and about four inches tall.  On top was a bow and a black envelope.

Pet opened the envelope, pulled out the card, and read the fancy font:

'Put this on, and walk down the hall to room 402.  Inside the room, there will be taped markers on the bed - two green Xs and two black Xs.  Place your hands on the green Xs and your knees on the black Xs, then wait for me.  -- Your Mistress.'

Pet's heart pounded as she wondered what was in the box.  She had a feeling that today was going to be a good day.

Pet lifted the lid of the box.  Inside was a red rubber ball gag with a black leather strap.  Pet immediately saw that the ball was slightly larger than what she was used to, and briefly wondered why that might be.  But she knew she wasn't supposed to ask questions - she was just supposed to follow her Mistress's orders.  So she picked up the ball gag, opened her mouth wide, placed it in her mouth, and buckled the strap behind her head.

Pet always felt so vulnerable and self-conscious whenever she was gagged, especially with these ball gags.  She didn't know why, she just did.  She dreaded the thought of having to walk out of the room and down the hall, and possibly be seen by someone.  Being naked was one thing - she was used to older women eyeing her up and down by now.  But somehow being seen with the gag in her mouth like this was so much worse.  Still, she had to do it for her Mistress.  Especially if she hoped to have one of those massive orgasms.

Pet had high hopes for today.  The fact that she was going to be on her hands and knees was an encouraging sign - she usually had pretty powerful orgasms in that position.  She also felt more vulnerable and exposed in that position, and while she didn't like to dwell on it much, she knew that was a factor in how strong her orgasms were.

Her Mistress was very good at putting her in positions that made her feel vulnerable and even a bit embarrassed, but somehow those were the positions that made Pet come the hardest.  It seemed like there was a direct link between how vulnerable and helpless Pet felt and the strength of her orgasms.  Her Mistress was definitely training her well.

Pet heard the loud 'click' that signaled the unlocking of her door.  She was now free to leave the room.  Her heart beating a little faster, Pet stood up with the ball gag on and took a deep breath.  She carefully placed her ear against the door to see if she could hear anyone walking by.  When she was pretty sure the coast was clear, she opened the door.  She looked one way, and then the other.  No one was in sight.

Taking another deep breath, she stepped out into the hallway, immediately feeling vulnerable and exposed.  With every step, she could feel her nerves tensing, hoping she wouldn't be seen.  She knew there were cameras everywhere, but she didn't care about them.  They were just machines.  What she was concerned about and wanted to avoid was being seen by any live people.

Still, as she walked, she could feel her nipples tightening and her pussy moistening.  She was very eager to see what her Mistress had in store for her, despite the nerves of being out in the hallway, naked and ball-gagged.  She was about halfway there now, and felt like she would actually make it without being seen.

Just then, two young women turned the corner up ahead.  They were fully clothed, looked to be in their mid to late twenties, and were very attractive.  They were talking and giggling with each other, unaware of Pet's presence so far.  Pet felt herself panic and, for a moment, had an urge to go run and hide.  But she knew that would draw immediate attention to her, and would not go over well with her Mistress.  She had no choice but to keep walking.  'Just don't look at them,' she told herself.

Seconds later, the young women stopped talking and froze in their tracks.  One of them gasped.  Pet looked at them, almost involuntarily.  They were looking right at her, their mouths agape.  Pet quickly looked away as she felt an icy jolt pierce through her chest, followed by intense heat radiating from her face and neck.  She knew her face was bright red, but she forced herself to keep walking.

Every step to get past them was torture.  Once they were behind her, she could hear them talking in a hushed tone.  "Did you see how tight that gag was?  Wow!"  "Seriously!  And did you see how hard she was blushing?"  "I know, it was adorable!"

She hated that being seen like this made her feel this way.  She thought that by now, after all this time, she'd have gotten used to it.  But no matter what, every time she was seen by someone other than her Mistress in a state like this, she was wildly embarrassed.  Hell, even her Mistress seeing her like this made her feel this way sometimes!  Pet was really looking forward to getting into room 402 where she could relax in private and wait for her Mistress in peace.

Fortunately for Pet, the rest of the journey was uneventful.  As she approached room 402, she took a sigh of relief.  Being out here in the hallway was more stressful than she expected.  Pet opened the door and stepped inside.

Immediately, her heart stopped as she received another heavy jolt.  The room contained a single bed, and on the bed was a girl, on her hands and knees, wearing an equally large ball gag, looking right up at Pet with surprise, and even a little fear.

Pet immediately thought she'd made a terrible mistake.  This couldn't be right.  She must have opened the wrong door.  Her heart pounding with fear of retribution from her Mistress, she stepped back out and looked at the number on the door.  402.  This was the room her Mistress instructed her to go to.  But why was this girl here??

Pet knew she had to follow her Mistress's instructions, no matter how confused she might be by them.  Her heart pounding, she opened the door again and looked into the room.  The girl looked back at her.  Pet felt her face get hot again.  And then, there on the bed, Pet saw the Xs her Mistress had referred to - two green ones for her hands, and two black ones for her knees.  The green Xs were only a few inches from the girl's hands, with the black Xs behind them.  That meant that Pet would have to get on the bed on her hands and knees, and face the girl, only inches away from her.

Pet looked at the girl again and felt a sensation in her chest and in her stomach she'd never felt before.  Her stomach felt like it was swimming and her chest felt like it was expanding and tightening at the same time.  There was something mesmerizing about this girl that flipped a switch in Pet's body.  

She wasn't what Pet would describe as conventionally 'beautiful' - her features were too unique for that.  She had qualities that some might call nerdy or mousy, and she definitely didn't look like someone Pet would expect to find in a place like this.  She looked younger than Pet by a year or two, and there was only one word that kept coming to Pet's mind to describe her: adorable.

Why was she here?  After all this time, Pet had only interacted with her Mistress, and now, all of a sudden, she was forced to be in a room with this girl.  Why?  And why this particular girl?  And why was she having this effect on Pet?

The thought of just being seen in her current state by a girl like this was enough to make Pet feel about two inches tall, and the fact that she had to face her on her hands and knees only inches apart for God only knows how long practically turned her into a puddle.  Pet had never felt such acute embarrassment in her entire life.

Pet forced herself to move forward toward the bed.  As she did, she once again felt incredibly self-conscious about the large ball gag she was wearing - even more so than when she was in the hallway.  It wasn't much of a consolation that the other girl was also wearing one; what mattered was that this particular girl saw her like this.  Pet was also surprised to find that she was terribly aware of her nakedness - and embarrassed by it.  She didn't know why, but she had a desperate urge to cover herself up in front of this girl.  She felt her breasts jiggle with every step and was certain the girl was staring at them and somehow judging her for it.

A few seconds later, Pet heard the door automatically close behind her.  That click caused an anxious tension in Pet that was unlike anything she'd felt since she arrived here.  It was now just the two of them, alone in this room.  Pet's stomach swam like crazy as she felt her heart continuing to pound.  She didn't know if she was terrified or excited.  Probably both, and in equal measure.

Pet tried not to look at the girl as she approached her.  But there was something that compelled Pet's eyes to move in that direction.  She wanted to look at the girl.  She just didn't want the girl to look back.  So when Pet's eyes fell on the girl and saw her staring right back into her eyes, she immediately looked away, feeling a jolt of embarrassment as her face burned.  Oddly, she could also feel her nipples tightening.

Just in that brief glance, Pet saw that the girl's face was bright red also.  Somehow, knowing that this girl was just as embarrassed as she was only made it worse and even more awkward.  There was no way now that Pet would be able to bring herself to look at her again, as much as she wanted to.  It was just too awkward and too humiliating, especially considering how close they were going to have to be to each other.  So Pet continued to look down at the floor until the edge of the bed was in her peripheral vision.

Feeling her heart pound like crazy, Pet leaned forward to place her hands on the bed.  As soon as she did, she felt droplets of sweat run down the insides of her arms from her armpits.  Shocked and mortified at the sensation, she quickly clamped her arms to the sides of her body in an effort to prevent the drops from being seen.  She couldn't wipe them away - that would draw too much attention to what had happened.  She prayed the girl hadn't noticed anything.  As casually as she could, Pet rubbed the insides of her arm against her ribcage, smearing the sweat against her body.  

Even more nervously than before, Pet leaned forward again to place her hands on the bed.  She immediately felt painfully close to the girl, and her hands weren't even on the green Xs - they were just barely above the black ones.  Summoning all of her strength and willpower, Pet crawled onto the bed and placed her knees on the black Xs, then inched forward until her hands were on the green Xs.

Pet felt her face burning.  The air felt cold against the inside of her arms and ribcage where she had rubbed the sweat around.  She could hear the other girl breathing loudly through her nostrils.  She sounded just as nervous as Pet felt.  Pet could even feel the girl's body heat radiating against her face.  She had never felt so self-conscious, so awkward, and so embarrassed in her life.

She didn't know why she felt this way.  She hated that she did.  Pet tried a number of different mental exercises to block out the tension she felt in this girl's presence, but nothing worked.  Nothing could stop her from feeling terribly embarrassed, or wondering what this strikingly pretty girl just inches away from her was thinking or feeling.

What was it about this girl?  Pet couldn't imagine feeling quite this acutely flustered with anyone else.  Sure, it would be awkward being in a room like this with anyone, maybe even embarrassing.  But Pet was certain that the intensity of what she was feeling right now had everything to do with this particular girl.  But WHY??

Pet thought part of it might be the girl's age.  She clearly looked younger than Pet, and almost everyone Pet encountered here was older than she was.  For some reason, Pet felt like she should have some kind seniority over anyone younger and be in a more authoritative role over them.  She didn't know why she felt that way, she just did.  Somehow being older and being just as naked, just as gagged, and just as awkward and helpless as her younger counterpart made it more humiliating for Pet.

But if Pet was honest with herself, that wasn't all of it.  That probably wasn't even half of it.  This girl made Pet's heart pound.  This girl made Pet's stomach swim.  This girl took Pet's nervous system into overdrive and triggered reactions from parts of her body no other girl ever had.  The longer Pet knelt there in front of this girl thinking about this, the more what was in the back of her mind reluctantly came to the front, forcing her to reckon with it: she was attracted to this girl.  And not just psychologically, but physically.

'But I'm not attracted to girls!' she wanted to scream.  'I never have been!'  Still, it didn't change what her body felt.  

Her mind swam, trying to rationalize this apparent contradiction.  She had been in this place for a long time.  She hadn't seen a member of the opposite sex in all that time.  Maybe this place was just getting to her.  She recalled seeing a girl around her age just last week from across a large room, and remembered something about that girl sticking with her.  She thought about her for a long time that night, and several nights after.  She thought she might have even been a little aroused.  But that was nothing like this.

Still, it had to be this place.  It was messing with her head.  She remembered one of those nights last week, lying in bed thinking about that girl, wondering whether she had this latent, deep-seated attraction to girls all along and had never realized it.  But the next morning she thought that was absolutely ridiculous.  She couldn't believe she'd even thought something like that to begin with.  It had to be this place and nothing more.

Until now.  Being here, alone with this girl, changed all that.  She didn't know what to think now.  She had never felt this way in the presence of another girl, ever.  When she looked into this girl's eyes, she got butterflies.  Butterflies!  What the fuck!  That had never happened to her before.  Her head was all scrambled, even more so than her body was.

The sound of this girl's breathing was a constant distraction and only scrambled her thoughts further.  In reality it wasn't very loud, but there were no other sounds in the room and she was so close to the girl that it was disproportionately loud to the point where it sounded like a freight train in Pet's ear.  It was a constant and glaring reminder of the girl's presence, and in the absence of speech or eye contact, served as a strange form of communication between them.

Pet could tell the girl was nervous.  Her breathing was slightly heavy and arrhythmic, and her head would change direction frequently, suggesting restlessness.  Pet was nervous too, for that matter, and her own breathing didn't sound all that different.  What was really unnerving for Pet though, was when their breathing fell in sync.  For some reason it felt inappropriate or wrong, so Pet always made an effort to change her rhythm whenever that happened.  It just felt... well, it felt too intimate.  Too... suggestive.  And that made Pet uncomfortable because it also aroused her.  And she shouldn't be aroused by another girl, should she?

But that wasn't all of it.  It's not just that Pet was grappling with her arousal, it's that this particular arousal was accompanied by so much embarrassment and shame.  This was someone she'd never even met, yet someone who made her more aroused than anyone else she'd ever encountered before.  And it was under circumstances where she was completely naked and tightly ball-gagged.  She was unable to say a single word to this adorable heartthrob and was forced to be in terribly close proximity.  It was starting to feel like torture, and the frustrating part was that Pet couldn't tell whether it was exquisitely wonderful torture or exquisitely awful.

The more Pet listened to the girl's breathing, the more she leaned toward the wonderful side of it.  Her breath sounded soft and sweet, delicate, and even angelic.  Pet wondered what her voice sounded like and concluded it must be beautiful.  But above all, hearing this constant, slightly heavy breathing from such a beautiful girl was... well, it was sexy.  Pet hated to admit that, but there was simply no other word to describe it.  And it kept Pet constantly on edge.

However, the awful side of it reared its ugly head frequently as well.  Pet felt several more droplets of sweat run down her arms at various times and could only hope the girl hadn't seen them.  In addition, Pet's jaw was beginning to ache from the large gag, and she couldn't stop saliva from leaking out the edges of her mouth.  The first time she felt a droplet forming on her lower lip she was mortified, and prayed that the girl hadn't been looking in her direction.  Pet knew it was about to drip and quickly swiveled her head away from the girl, but it was a half second too late and a long, stretchy strand swung out along the path of her head, which the girl surely must have seen.  This, of course, only mortified Pet further.

Somewhere between the wonderful and awful side were the distinct aromas she picked up every so often through her nostrils.  She picked up wonderful smells from the girl - a hint of floral shampoo underlaid by a pleasing skin lotion.  But in between these pleasantries, Pet could smell her own nervousness.  She'd been sweating for a while and frequently received strong wafts coming from her armpits that caused her to blush profusely whenever she detected them.  If she could smell them, so could the other girl.  She hated that this girl could tell how nervous she was.

Pet was beginning to wonder how long this torture was going to last.  It felt like she'd already been here an eternity.  She didn't know how much more of this she would be able to take.  When was her Mistress coming?  When would she be relieved of this incredibly awkward torture?

And then she thought perhaps her Mistress arriving wouldn't end the torture at all.  Pet was once again reminded of the position she was in - all fours, with her rear-end facing the door.  As soon as her Mistress walked in, that was the first thing she would see - Pet's exposed, bare ass and her freshly-shaved pussy peeking out from between her legs.  She knew her Mistress would most likely be wearing a strap-on.  Pet felt a renewed wave of embarrassment wash over her as she imagined being fucked by her Mistress in front of this girl.  God, it would be so humiliating!  And it was surely going to happen.  How could it not?

Pet tried not to think about that.  She tried not to focus on the girl's devastatingly sexy breathing.  She tried not to think about the feelings this girl was producing in her chest, stomach, and yes, goddammit, her pussy.  She tried not to think about how much her jaw ached, or how her shoulders and arms were starting to get sore from being in this position for so long.  She tried not to think about the droplets of sweat running down her arms or the sharp funk of her nervousness.  She tried not to think about the saliva collecting on her lower lip and the little dark spots on the bed from all her (and the girl's) drool.  But she wasn't very successful at any of these things.

Time dragged on and on until Pet was practically exhausted.  She just wanted to lie down.  She just wanted to unbuckle her gag - just for a second - and relax her jaw.  She felt herself wearing down, both physically and mentally.  Surely it had been over an hour that she'd been here now.  Where the hell was her Mistress?  Had she forgotten about her?  Pet didn't know how much more of this she could take.

It was getting to the point where Pet was debating disobeying her Mistress.  She knew she would be punished, but would the punishment really be worse than this?  Yet every time she entertained this thought, she imagined her Mistress punishing her right here in front of this girl, and she immediately snapped back into focus.  There was no question that would be worse than what she was going through right now.

Pet hung her head in exasperation and was about to let out a loud groan of frustration when she heard the click of the door handle.  Immediately, she jolted to attention, her heart pounding heavily in her chest.

The loud, echoing 'clop' of each high heel as it hit the floor reverberated in Pet's ears.  Every nerve in her body jangled with anxious anticipation as the clops got louder and closer with each step.  She desperately wanted to turn her head to look, making sure it was her Mistress.  There had already been one big surprise here today, and she wasn't sure if she could handle another.  But she also knew that she was not permitted to move unless instructed to do so by the person behind her, and if she did anything without permission she would be punished.

Each 'clop' got louder still as the person neared.  Pet was so on edge she was nearly shaking.  The not knowing what was going to happen next, or who was even there, was killing her.  Each 'clop' seemed much louder than it should, until they were right behind her, and then stopped.  Pet's heart was pumping fast.  Her face was hot.  Her pits were wet with sweat.  Her nether regions felt unbearably exposed and vulnerable.  She was trembling now.  She tried to stop it, but simply couldn't.  The silence was killing her.

Why wasn't anything happening?  Pet felt the tension in her nerves intensify with every second.  She steeled herself for anything sudden.  She was terribly aware of how exposed she was to the person behind her and attempted to ready herself for an unexpected invasion.  She tried to relax herself, but felt herself involuntarily clench instead.  She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration.

This tension was killing her.  Pet felt her heart rise in her chest until it was nearly in her throat.  She felt like a whimper would squeak out of her at any second without any ability to control it.  She couldn't let that happen.  She fought against her rapidly clenching vocal cords with everything she had.

"It smells like nervous naked girls in here," a voice behind her said.  "How wonderful."

It was her Mistress.  Pet allowed herself to exhale a little.  Just knowing who was back there was a huge relief, but the words that were spoken kept her tense and anxious.  Pet knew she was emitting some aromas, but she didn't know quite how much - or that they had filled the whole room.  This knowledge was painful and mortifying.  

"And you followed my directions, I see.  Good girl," her Mistress said.

This allowed Pet to relax somewhat.  She was glad she had pleased her Mistress.

"I know you get turned on by pretty girls," her Mistress said.

In an instant, Pet's nerves were back. 'WHAT?' Pet wanted to scream.  The indignation Pet felt at such a blatantly false statement was immediately frustrated by the sensation of the large ball gag in her mouth that prevented her from speaking.  But even worse was the reminder of the girl who was kneeling only inches from her - and especially of the feelings that girl had been producing in Pet for the past hour or so.

"Do you think she's pretty?" her Mistress asked.

Pet felt her heart thumping heavily in her chest.  It was so loud she could hear it in her ears.  Pet instantly felt the weight of what she knew was the most difficult question she'd had to answer in this place so far.  

She, of course, knew the answer internally, but admitting it would have heavy consequences.  By nodding her head, she would not only be admitting an awkward truth, but she would also be implicitly affirming her Mistress's previous statement that she gets turned on by pretty girls.  That would, in turn, imply that she was turned on by this girl.  That would be a devastatingly humiliating admission, especially considering all these feelings she'd been having and how new and confusing they were for Pet.  She wasn't even sure what they all meant, really, and she was suddenly going to admit that she's turned on?!  She didn't think she could do that.

Answering negatively also had consequences though.  Pet couldn't explain it, but she felt that somehow over the past hour, being here with this girl, awkward and humiliating as it had been, had forged some kind of connection between them - some kind of bond.  It was a bond she awkwardly felt the very second she laid eyes on her.  She didn't know what this thing was, but she was suddenly scared of losing it.  If she indicated she didn't think the girl was pretty, she would not only be lying, but she felt like she would sever that connection and greatly disappoint this enchanting creature.  It would be a source of regret she knew would stay with her for a very long time.

Pet wrestled hard with this.  She knew her Mistress required an answer and if she didn't get one, Pet would be punished.  She felt incredible pressure, and had never wanted to run and hide so badly in her life.  She knew she had to make a decision soon, or risk greater humiliation.

Feeling a prickly heat spread all over her skin, Pet squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.

The silence following the nod was almost as painful as the decision to do it.  She could feel her Mistress's grin.  She could only imagine what the other girl must be thinking.  Why wasn't anyone saying anything??  The aftermath of her nod continued to linger, humiliating her further.

"I thought so," her Mistress finally said.  "Were you embarrassed having to be so close to such a pretty girl for so long with that big red ball gag in your mouth?"

Pet felt another hot wave of shame wash over her as she nodded reluctantly.

"I know wearing ball gags is embarrassing for you.  It must have been terribly humiliating in front of a girl you're attracted to."

The hot wave of shame only worsened as Pet hung her head.  All of this was true.  And now the other girl knew it too.  How could Pet ever hope to face her again?

"Look at her."

Pet suddenly felt ice in her veins.  What?!  'No, please no,' Pet desperately wanted to beg.  'I'll do anything!'  But she was gagged.  And she knew any attempt at vocalizing her pleas would only be met with scorn by her Mistress.  She had no choice but to do as her Mistress instructed, humiliating as it was.

Pet squeezed her eyes shut, readying herself.  She hadn't looked the girl in the eyes since she approached the bed nearly an hour ago.  She was terrified of how it would make her feel.  But she knew she would be punished if she waited any longer.  Taking a deep breath, she rose her head and looked at the girl in front of her.

Piercing beauty raced through her chest and spread quickly to her stomach and throat.  The girl was just as beautiful as the last time she laid eyes on her, if not more so.  Her face was red and she looked embarrassed and even a little scared, but Pet couldn't tell if that was on behalf of Pet or for her own sake.  It was the most awkward eye contact Pet had ever endured, made all the more so due to the intensity of the emotions running through her.

"She's wearing a big, tight ball gag too.  See?  Doesn't that make it easier?" her Mistress said.

Pet slowly shook her head.  'No,' she wanted to say, 'that actually makes it worse.'  Pet got the distinct impression that being gagged like this was just as humiliating for the other girl as it was for her.  It was terribly awkward to sense the other girl's humiliation, be humiliated herself, and somehow still have her feelings of attraction for the girl mixed into all of it.

"Really?" her Mistress said.  "I find that hard to believe.  You already admitted she was pretty.  Doesn't she look pretty with such a big ball gag stuffed in such a little mouth?"

Pet watched the other girl's face turn three shades of red darker, and that in turn made Pet blush harder.  Pet felt trapped.  She had to say yes, or risk contradicting herself.  Huffing in frustration, she nodded.

"I thought so," her Mistress said.  "I knew that deep down, seeing her gagged like that turns you on."

Pet's entire body tensed in frustration.  'NO!' she wanted to scream.  'That's not what I'm saying at all!'  But she didn't scream.  She couldn't.  She just had to remain there on her hands and knees while all kinds of wildly inaccurate thoughts about her flew through the other girl's head, and couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm proud of you, Pet," her Mistress said.  "This is a big step for you.  I know that you're still very insecure and embarrassed about your attraction to pretty girls, and that you've always tried to keep it very secret."

Wait, what?!  Pet's eyes nearly popped out of her head.  What the hell was her Mistress DOING??  Pet had never been attracted to another girl in her life!  This was just NOT TRUE!  And Pet couldn't let this beautiful girl in front of her think these blatantly false things about her!

"MMMMPH!" Pet involuntarily squealed.  Immediately, she regretted it.  She knew she was never supposed to speak unless her Mistress gave her permission.  She tensed, squeezing her eyes shut, hoping and praying her Mistress would let it slide.

"Excuse me?" her Mistress said.  "Did I give you permission to speak?"

Shit.  Pet shook her head.  She knew she fucked up.

"You weren't about to stop me from talking, were you?"

Pet shook her head again, her nerves tense.

"Don't lie to me, Pet!" her Mistress's voice was sharp.  "I know exactly what you were trying to do.  You were trying to protest, weren't you?  You were trying to say that you DON'T have a secret attraction to pretty girls, weren't you?"

Pet was on pins and needles.  She knew she'd better be very careful right now.  She knew her Mistress saw right through her.  There was no point in trying to deny things.  It would only make the situation worse.  Pet nodded.

"I know that's what you were trying to say, because I know you are still deeply embarrassed by it.  Naturally, you don't want this pretty girl in front of you to know that you have dirty, perverted lesbian fantasies and desires, do you?"

Pet's head was spinning.  She didn't want this girl to think those things because they weren't true!  She had to say no, but even if she did, that would still be an admission of these dirty, untrue things.  Defeated, she shook her head.

"There is one way to settle this," her Mistress said.  "If you are truly not attracted to pretty girls - and especially this girl - your body would show no signs of arousal.  And that would make what I said a lie.  But if your body does, in fact, show signs of arousal, that would make YOU the liar, wouldn't it?"

Pet felt her heart sink.  She bit down on her ball gag and nodded.

"So let's check," her Mistress said.

Pet already knew she was wet.  Terribly wet.  Practically dripping.  She knew her Mistress knew it too, even before she put her fingers back there.  This was all just a game, intended to prove a point.

Pet felt her Mistress's fingers slide in easily.  Even Pet was surprised at the amount of wetness she felt back there.  It was humiliating.

Clop.  Clop.  Her Mistress stepped forward and bent down, her face level with Pet's and the girl's.  "What do you see?" she said, holding up her fingers.

Her Mistress held up two glistening wet fingers, then turned them over where they were equally glistening on the other side.  Pet was mortified to see the girl's eyes shift down to those very glistening, very wet fingers.

Taking her time, her Mistress then pressed her thumb to her fingertips and rubbed it around.  When she pulled it back, a long, thick strand of wetness stretched between them, breaking only when they were about three inches apart.  She then separated her index and middle fingers, which revealed a long, thick web of clear stretchy fluid that slowly slid down the length of her fingers.  This was overkill and only intensified Pet's humiliation.

"I see pussy juice," her Mistress said softly.  "Lots and lots of thick.  Gooey.  Pussy juice."

Pet squeezed her eyes shut.  She got the point.  There was no need to drag this out.

"As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever seen so much pussy juice come from you before you've been fucked yet.  And I haven't even mentioned the fact that this entire room smells like pussy - specifically yours, Pet.  What do you think this means?"

Pet, of course, couldn't talk.  She just had to endure this painful humiliation and wait for her Mistress to finish making her point.

"It means you're the liar, doesn't it?"

And there it was.  Pet knew it was coming, but she still felt her heart sink.  She nodded.

"It means I was right - that you really are secretly attracted to pretty girls, and terribly embarrassed by it, doesn't it?"

Pet felt her chest and her throat clench.  She knew she had to nod, and doing it was one of the hardest things she'd yet had to do.

"And it seems that this pretty little girl in front of you has gotten you hotter and wetter than any other girl you've ever laid eyes on, doesn't it?"

Pet was on the verge of tears as she nodded yet again.

"It's a shame you couldn't talk to her and get to know her better.  For all you know, she's not even attracted to girls.  Now THAT would be humiliating, wouldn't it?"

Pet was trembling now as she nodded again.

"It's probably for the best you can't talk to each other.  After all, I'm sure seeing her pretty little mouth gagged so tightly like that is probably a big factor in why you're so wet, isn't it?"

Pet squeezed her eyes shut.  She couldn't believe her Mistress was making her answer this.  But she knew she had to nod, so she did, and felt the last shred of dignity she had slip away from her.

"I rest my case," her Mistress said.  "You are a dirty lesbian pervert who has gotten dripping wet by being naked and gagged in front of this very pretty girl... and you lied about it.  And liars need to be punished, even in front of their pretty little girl crushes."

Pet's heart was pounding.  What was her Mistress going to do to her?

"Look at her."

No, please, not that.  Anything but that.

"Look into her eyes, Pet.  She needs to know what a shameful, disobedient lesbian pervert you are."

Pet felt beside herself.  She didn't know such humiliation was even possible.  Summoning all her strength, she lifted her eyes to the impossibly pretty girl less than a foot away from her face.

As she looked into the girl's scared, confused eyes, Pet felt like she was going to cry.  But she couldn't do that.  She fought it with everything she had.  Her heart pounded like crazy with agonizing anticipation.

SMACK!


Pet had been spanked by her Mistress only twice before.  The first time caught Pet completely by surprise and she almost thought it was silly that her Mistress was doing this.  But as that initial spanking went on, Pet began to feel more and more embarrassed - primarily because she was bound, gagged, and helpless, but ultimately because her Mistress was treating her like a little child.  There was something about the place she was being spanked, her bare bottom - a place that previously only her parents had access to - that reinforced the feeling of childlike helplessness and submission.  Her second spanking immediately returned her to this mental state, where she remained for quite some time afterward, and it had only been her and her Mistress in the room.

But now Pet was reduced to a helpless little girl in front of the first and only girl she'd ever felt attracted to.  The humiliation was devastating.  The fact that the girl appeared to be a couple years younger than Pet only made it worse.

SMACK!  SMACK!

Her Mistress was hitting her hard.  Pet was biting hard on her ball gag, struggling to fight back tears.  The sound of each spank echoed loudly throughout the room and lingered in Pet's ears, reinforcing her humiliation.

"Open your eyes, Pet!  Keep them on your secret girl-crush while you receive your punishment!  If you close your eyes or look away, your punishment will only get worse!"

Pet struggled hard to open her eyes.  She wasn't even aware she'd shut them - it was just a reflex.  She also wondered how her Mistress could tell they were closed in the first place, since she was behind her.  She must have a mirror or something strategically placed somewhere, she figured.

The burn Pet felt as she looked into the beautiful, innocent creature in front of her was intense.  She didn't know which burned harder - her face and chest from the humiliation, or her ass cheeks from the spanking.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

Each spank jolted Pet forward slightly and she could feel her breasts wobbling beneath her with each jolt.  Pet knew the girl could see them in her peripheral vision, but at least she had the courtesy to not look directly at them.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

Pet still found herself blinking with each smack.  It was impossible not to.  It took tremendous effort to keep her eyes open and locked onto this beautiful creature.  The humiliation was brutal.  It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.  It took every ounce of willpower she had not to break down sobbing.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

It was by far the most difficult torture Pet had endured yet at this place.  She desperately wanted to appear strong in front of this girl, but there was nothing more humiliating than being spanked on her bare ass by a grown woman while she knelt like this, naked, wearing this large ball gag.  And for lying about being attracted to girls!  Which wasn't even a lie!

SMACK!  SMACK!  ...SMACK!!

The last one was particularly hard and caused an involuntary "Mmph!" to squeak from Pet's throat.  Pet immediately regretted making that sound - not because she thought her Mistress would reprimand her, but because it was the first sign Pet had given in front of this girl that the spanking was actually getting to her.  And now that her Mistress was done, it just hung there in the air, echoing in the ears of all three women.

Pet knelt there, her ass stinging, breathing heavily as little droplets of spittle sprayed out from around the edges of her ball gag.  Humiliated as she was, she was incredibly thankful that it was over.  She never, ever, wanted to go through anything like that again.

"Now," her Mistress finally said, "I hope you'll think twice about lying about your lesbian tendencies again."

Pet's impulse was to nod enthusiastically, and she almost did just that before something inside stopped her.  What the hell was happening to her??  She was just about to agree to admitting that she had lesbian tendencies from here on out!  She couldn't do that, could she?  On the other hand, what choice did she have?

"It is embarrassing to have to admit to them in front of pretty girls you just met," her Mistress went on.  "Especially ones you're attracted to, like her.  I understand that.  But dealing with embarrassment is just a regular part of your life now, isn't it Pet?"

Pet felt her throat tighten as she realized this was a terribly uncomfortable truth.  Slowly and reluctantly, she nodded.

"You're embarrassed about wearing ball gags, yet you do it anyway," her Mistress said.  "You're embarrassed about kneeling in front of this pretty girl without being able to say anything to her, yet you did it anyway.  I know you're embarrassed about your lesbian tendencies, especially the perverted ones like looking at pretty girls with big fat ball gags stuffed in their mouths, but you do it anyway."

Pet squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her face burn again.

"And I know why you do them," her Mistress said.

Pet felt herself tense.  Why did her Mistress have to do this?

"You do them because they get you hot.  Because they get you wet.  Being embarrassed and being sexually aroused are inextricably linked for you, aren't they, Pet?"

Even though Pet knew where her Mistress was going with this, she was still shocked to hear her say it so plainly.  It was something her Mistress had never outright said, even though she'd implied it heavily many times.  But somehow, hearing her say it so blatantly now forced Pet to confront it head-on.  And deep down, Pet knew it was true.

Pet almost had an out-of-body experience with this realization.  It was as if every experience she ever had here was suddenly in clearer, sharper focus.  It all made sense.

And in the next instant, Pet realized she'd been asked a question and needed to respond.  And that's when the shame came crashing down upon her, amplified by the presence of the pretty girl in front of her.  Pet didn't want arousal and embarrassment to be linked for her.  She didn't like being embarrassed - it sucked.  But she also couldn't deny that it gave her incredibly powerful orgasms, and she couldn't help feeling ashamed of herself for that.

Dejected, her shoulders limp, she nodded.  Once again, she could feel her Mistress grinning.

"And the greater your embarrassment, the greater your arousal and eventual orgasm, isn't it?" her Mistress said.

Pet felt her face, neck, and chest burning as she nodded again.

"As a matter of fact, I'll bet that spanking you got in front of your secret girl crush got you pretty fucking wet, didn't it?"

Pet felt an uncomfortable twinge at this.  That spanking was utterly humiliating.  She couldn't imagine how something like that could have gotten her wet.  Yet she knew she was wet... at the very least a continuation from prior to the spanking.  She knew she had no choice but to nod.

"I know it did because I can see it," her Mistress said.  "You're puffier and wetter than I've ever seen you, Pet.  When you were getting spanked, you dripped at least four times.  Four long, stretchy strands of cunt cream swinging and swaying between your legs while your ass cheeks were quivering under my hand.  It was quite a sight."

Pet's eyes bugged out at this.  That couldn't be possible, could it?!

"I bet you didn't even feel them, did you?"

Pet shook her head.

"I didn't think so.  You were too focused on your spanking.  Luckily, I filmed it for you."

Pet briefly wondered how her Mistress would have been able to film it while spanking her, but realized she must have had the phone in one hand while spanking her with the other.

Her Mistress then stepped forward holding a cell phone.  Pet's veins turned to ice.  'No, please... don't show me.  Not with her here,' Pet wanted to beg.

After a second or two of tapping her phone screen, her Mistress held the screen down in full view of both Pet and the other girl.  "Look," she said simply.

Pet hesitated just long enough to see the other girl's eyes move down to the screen.  Wishing she hadn't done that, she then lowered her own eyes.  

The screen showed an image of Pet's bare ass getting spanked by her Mistress's hand, and then lowered to close in right between Pet's legs.  Pet was astonished to see a droplet begin to stretch downward from her inner lips.  The next spank caused it to stretch another two inches, but it hung on.  The next spank caused it to swing back and forth wildly between her legs, and the spank after that broke it off, where it swung somewhere beneath her body onto the bed.

Her Mistress let the video continue to play through two more drips, one of which actually landed against Pet's thigh, but it apparently didn't even register with her at the time.  Pet didn't want to watch, but she also couldn't pull her eyes away.  It was humiliating and incredible all at once.

Her Mistress finally tapped her phone and pulled it back from their view.

"I bet you're more than ready for a good, hard fucking now, aren't you, Pet?" her Mistress said.

Pet felt her nerves jump and her muscles tense.  This was what she feared, but somehow still knew was coming.  Two things were happening in Pet simultaneously.  Her mind didn't want this girl to watch her be fucked by her Mistress - it would be terribly embarrassing.  But her pussy desperately wanted to feel her Mistress's cock sliding in and out of her, deep and hard.  She wanted - needed - to come, badly.

Pet knew she'd better answer her Mistress.  And she knew one answer would be appropriate, and the other would fly in the face of all the evidence.  Pet had no choice but to nod, so she did.

"I bet it's gonna be really embarrassing getting fucked from behind by your Mistress in front of this pretty girl while you're tightly ball gagged, isn't it?"

Pet hated that her Mistress was in her head like this.  It only added to her shame and embarrassment.  She nodded.

"Yeah, I know it will.  She's gonna watch you take my big, fat cock while I ram it deep into your hot, wet pussy.  She's gonna watch your pretty little gagged face turn about three shades of red as I pull your hips back against me, making sure I'm completely inside you.  She's gonna watch your titties wobble and swing wildly beneath you while I smack my hips against your ass with each thrust.  And there's not a thing you're gonna do about it, is there?"

Pet felt anxious and apprehensive even as her pussy itched for her Mistress's cock.  Her face was hot as she shook her head.

"That's right," her Mistress said, then she stood up and walked behind her.

Pet readied herself, hanging her head, waiting for her Mistress to enter her.

"What do you think you're doing, Pet?" her Mistress said.  "You're not allowed to look down.  You're going to look into her eyes the entire time you're getting fucked, or you're getting a punishment worse than a spanking, understand?"

Pet once again felt her veins turn to ice.  Her face hot with shame, she rose her head, looked into the eyes of the gorgeous girl in front of her, and nodded.

Pet could see sympathy in the girl's eyes, but that didn't help the shame and embarrassment Pet felt.  The impossible beauty of the girl's face alone was enough to embarrass Pet.  And now she had to look at it while she got fucked for God only knows how long.

The worst part about looking into this girl's eyes was that Pet knew she was an open book, especially when it came to embarrassment.  This girl was going to be watching every little twitch and nuance of Pet's facial expressions for the duration of her fucking, and she would be able to tell not only when Pet was embarrassed, but also when she felt pleasure, and probably even when she was about to come.  

That was probably the worst part about it.  Pet always felt that the emotions she went through and the facial expressions she made during sex were incredibly intimate and private, and now this girl she'd never met was going to watch her go through them all.  That would be bad enough, but the fact that she was inexplicably, and powerfully, attracted to this girl just made it exponentially worse.  Pet also knew that because she was so wet and worked up that this was going to be an incredibly powerful orgasm when it did arrive, and she shuddered to think of the facial expressions she would be making.

Pet was wondering what was taking her Mistress so long.  Staring into this girl's eyes like this, just waiting for what she knew was coming, was torture.  She hated that her Mistress let things drag out like this.

Finally, Pet felt her Mistress's hand on her lower back and the tip of her fat cock against her wet entrance.  She knew her face changed, but she tried not to think about it, even as she felt herself blush.

Ever so slowly, Pet felt her Mistress push her cock forward and she readied herself for the girth and the length.  But Pet was immediately frustrated when her Mistress stopped with just the tip barely inside her.  Pet almost felt a whimper escape her.  The insides of her pussy ached, begging to be filled.  She wanted to be fucked so bad.  Why wasn't her Mistress giving it to her?

It was then that Pet realized her face was twisted up in anxious frustration.  She was begging, pleading, to be fucked - but to the wrong person.  Once again, she felt hot shame and humiliation envelop her.

"You want it badly, don't you?" came her Mistress's voice behind her.

Pet huffed in frustration as she nodded.

"You want to feel my cock filling you up while you look into your girlfriend's eyes, don't you?"

Pet felt another pang of humiliation at the term 'girlfriend.'  She wasn't her girlfriend!  Why was she saying that?  Yet somehow, hearing this girl referred to that way made Pet's heart skip a beat.  Her face hot again, she nodded.

There was a pause as Pet waited with tense anticipation for her Mistress's cock.

"Beg for it," her Mistress said.

What?  Pet was confused.  Was that a joke?  She had a gigantic ball gag in her mouth!  How could she beg for it?  But her Mistress had given her a command and she knew she would be punished if she disobeyed.  Panic quickly rose in her as Pet debated what to do.  There was only one thing to do.

"Pmmmffh Mmfftffh," Pet mumbled sheepishly.  Trying to speak through this thing while looking at this girl was absolutely demoralizing.

"What?!" her Mistress said sharply.

Pet panicked, feeling her heart pound in her throat as she looked into the nervous and confused eyes of the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.  It was so humiliating, Pet could actually feel her heart getting crushed.

"PMMMFF MMFFFFFTFFFHH!" Pet uttered, her face and chest burning hot.  'Please let that be enough,' she prayed.

"Please what, Pet?"

Pet huffed in frustration, nearly in tears.  "PMMMMFFF HHMMMMMK MMMMMHH!"

"What was that?  I didn't catch that."

Pet swallowed dryly, fighting back the urge to give up and burst into sobs.  She took a deep breath.  "PMMMMMMMFFFF FFHHMMMMMMKK MMMMMMMHHH!!"

"It sounded like you said, 'Please fuck me,' is that right?"

"MMM-HMMMHH!"

Silence.  Pet knew her Mistress was grinning like a Cheshire cat.  The silence was torture as she continued looking into the bright red face of the girl in front of her.

"Very well," her Mistress finally said.  "Look into your girlfriend's eyes as you feel my cock.  I'm sure you'll be pretending it's hers."

With that, Pet felt her Mistress's hands grip her, one on either side of her hips.  She readied herself yet again to be plowed to the hilt.

Instead, what Pet felt was a slow and incremental penetration by her Mistress's cock.  Her face twisted up in frustration as she resisted the urge to just thrust herself back against her Mistress.  After all this time, all this humiliation, all this wetness, all this aching for her pussy to be filled, THIS is what she was getting??

Pet huffed and tensed, her brow furrowing tightly.  Why couldn't she just be FUCKED??  Pet was sure her Mistress was enjoying the view of her cock slowly inching its way into her sopping wet pussy, but it certainly wasn't very enjoyable for her.  At least until her Mistress hit bottom.

"Ahhhhh," her Mistress called out behind her as Pet felt her Mistress's hips press up into her ass and the tip of her cock resting gently against her cervix.  It was something Pet could have easily uttered herself, had it not been for the gag.  Instead, Pet released a long, heavy exhale.

Pet's eyes involuntarily rolled back in her head as she felt her Mistress pull her hips back more firmly against her.  It was only a second or two before Pet caught herself and snapped her eyes back to focus on the girl in front of her.  She couldn't risk further punishment now - not when things were finally starting to get good.

Her Mistress's hips never fully breaking contact, Pet began to feel her Mistress bouncing against her, giving gentle but prominent thrusts.  The sensation in her pussy was wonderful, but Pet felt her whole body bouncing back and forth, and she reddened again as she felt her breasts jiggling and swaying beneath her.  

Pet knew her Mistress had a thing for her ass, and she knew her Mistress was reveling in that now, watching and feeling her ass bouncing back against her hips again and again.  She just wished the movements weren't quite so jerky and causing her breasts to move so much.  Then it dawned on Pet that her Mistress was doing it just as much for that very reason as it was for her ass.

As embarrassing as this was, Pet was at least glad the girl was keeping her eyes on Pet's eyes instead of on her boobs.  And then, just as she had that thought, the girl shifted her eyes down to Pet's swinging tits for a second or two before bringing them back up to Pet's eyes.  Immediately, both girls' faces reddened.  Somehow looking into the girl's eyes after that was worse than if she'd just kept them down there at Pet's boobs.  There was now an embarrassing acknowledgement that the girl had seen Pet's tits jiggle, which was as painful for the girl as it was for Pet, judging by her expression.

Pet felt her Mistress keep this action up for quite a while - keeping her cock fully buried in her, but bouncing her back and forth, keeping her tits swinging beneath her.  After an incredibly awkward and embarrassing minute or two, her Mistress suddenly stopped.  Pet could feel her Mistress's hands on her hips and expected her to start thrusting heavily any second, but she didn't.

"Fucktoy, sit up and remove your gag," her Mistress said.

Pet was confused.  What did she mean by that?  Just then, the girl in front of her rose up, sitting back on her heels.  Pet was now doubly confused.  This girl had a name, and it was... Fucktoy?  It seemed a terribly harsh and vulgar name for someone so impossibly pretty.  Pet was almost offended at this sweet, sensitive creature being called such a coarse and rude name.  But the girl responded, so maybe she actually accepted it and thought of herself as a fucktoy.  It was a lot to process and Pet had a hard time wrapping her head around it.

As soon as the girl sat back, she reached behind her head and unbuckled her own gag, then removed it from her mouth and set it down next to her on the bed.

"Very good," Pet's Mistress said.  "Now get back down into position."

As soon as her Mistress finished speaking, the girl then knelt back down on all fours in the same position she was in previously, only this time she was no longer wearing the gag.

Pet felt a new series of emotions sweep through her, beginning with astonishment at how much more beautiful the girl was with her gag off.  She somehow looked younger, prettier, and even less like someone who would be found in a place like this.  This, however, only served to amplify Pet's embarrassment at now being the only one in the room wearing a ball gag.  It was humiliating enough having to look into this girl's eyes while they were both wearing one, but now, as Pet looked into this girl's pure, unblemished face, she was exponentially more self-conscious about how wide her jaw was stretched and her inability to speak.  She could only pray her Mistress wouldn't force her to say anything more like this.

Just then Pet felt her Mistress pull back and thrust into her, again and again, with extraordinary ease due to all the lubrication she'd produced.  She was finally being fucked, and it felt incredible and humiliating.  Her Mistress's cock was hitting all the right places at all the right angles, but it was terribly unnerving to look into this girl's eyes while it was happening.  Pet tried her best to keep a straight face, but the sensations she'd been aching to feel for so long overwhelmed her and she could feel her brow furrowing and her eyelids fluttering.

"Do you like my cock, Pet?" her Mistress asked.

Pet was rocking back and forth so much, nodding her head didn't feel right.  She had to vocalize her answer, but the pleasure she was experiencing thankfully diminished her anxiety a bit.  "Mmn-hmmn," she moaned.

"Does it make you hot or embarrassed to look into Fucktoy's eyes while your Mistress fucks you?"

Pet hesitated.  This seemed like a trick question, especially since it didn't require a yes or no answer.  'Embarrassed' was a long word and would be painfully difficult to say with this ball gag on.  'Hot' would clearly be the easier answer, but it would also be an admission Pet wasn't entirely comfortable making.  Pet felt her anxiety rising as she wrestled with this.

"Emmbmmhfft," she mumbled as her face got hot.

"What?"

"Emmbmmmhhffft!" Pet garbled as she felt her face get hotter.  As she looked into the girl's eyes, she could see her cheeks turn a shade of pink as well.

"Yes, I'll bet it makes you embarrassed," her Mistress said.  "But we've already established that being embarrassed also gets you hot.  So looking into her eyes while getting fucked by your Mistress gets you hot too, doesn't it?"

Pet felt a wave of icy-hot shame rush through her.  Pet squeezed her eyes shut quickly as she realized she walked right into that one.  "Mm-hmph," she grunted.

"Yes, I know you've got quite a crush on her.  I could tell from the minute I walked into the room.  I know the smell of your pussy from a mile away, and the second I walked into this room it hit me like a sledgehammer.  You're hot for her, and you're absolutely helpless to do anything about it, aren't you, Pet?"

Every question her Mistress asked her made Pet's face burn hotter.  "Mm-hmmph," she grunted.  With a twinge of shame, she also realized she was getting closer to orgasm.

"You're going to be thinking about her tonight, aren't you, Pet?" her Mistress said, fucking her faster.

Pet hated that she had to look into the girl's eyes as she answered questions about her.  This would be so much easier if she could bury her face in the bedsheets.  "Mm-hmmph."

Her Mistress was now smacking into her ass with each thrust.  "You're going to rub your hard little clitty as you think about her pretty, gagged face, aren't you?"

Pet squeezed her eyes shut briefly again.  She knew there was only one answer that would satisfy her Mistress.  "Mm-hmmph."

Smack, smack, smack.

"What would make you come, Pet?  Would you come thinking about her with her gag on or off?"

"Mmffh," Pet huffed.

"Off?  I'll bet you would, because you'd be thinking about kissing her, wouldn't you?"

Pet couldn't believe her ears.  Her face burned like never before, even though she knew she had to answer.  "Mm-hmmf," she huffed, squeezing her eyes shut briefly.

"Yes, that would make you come, wouldn't it?"

Smack, smack, smack.

Pet tried to ignore the burning.  She just wanted to come.  "Mm-hmmff!"

"Are you close, Pet?  Do you want to come?"

"Mm-hmmff!"

"Fucktoy, take Pet's gag off so she can properly beg to come."

Pet's Mistress stopped thrusting so Fucktoy could sit up and reach over behind Pet's head.  Pet was nervous and tense as she felt this beautiful girl's hands touch the back of her head and unbuckle her gag.  The girl's perfectly smooth tits were right in Pet's face, and Pet felt a strange and sudden urge to bury her face in them.  She, however, knew better than to act on it.  The girl's fingers felt so delicate and soft; Pet could only dream about what they would feel like against other parts of her body.

When Pet's gag fell out of her mouth, her jaw felt sweet relief.  It had been held a terribly long time in one position, and for the moment, all Pet could focus on was how good it felt to have it off.

"Back to position, Fucktoy," Pet's Mistress said.

As soon as the girl was back on all fours, staring across at her, Pet felt her Mistress resume her thrusting, smacking into her ass each time.  Pet's jaw dropped, overwhelmed with how good it felt.

However, her Mistress's last exchange with her left her nerves frazzled.  Pet had been forced to confess that she wanted to kiss this girl, and now that both their gags were off and they were looking right into each other's eyes, Pet was absolutely terrified.  

It's not that she didn't want to kiss her; she did, desperately - in theory.  But reality was another story and Pet had never kissed a girl before, let alone one who gave her butterflies just by looking at her.  Pet was absolutely mortified that she would be too clumsy and awkward, messing it all up and embarrassing herself and the girl in the process.

Pet prayed her Mistress wouldn't direct her to do it, and would just tell her to beg to come instead.  But her Mistress didn't say anything.  With each second of silence the tension only grew stronger, with the only sounds in the room being the slaps of her Mistress's hips into her ass.  Pet felt her face getting hotter as she stared awkwardly into the girl's gorgeous eyes, jerking forward with each of her Mistress's thrusts.

Several times Pet felt herself about to spill over into orgasm, but she had to fight each of them back.  She hadn't been given permission to come yet, and coming without permission would be very bad.  It was extremely difficult and almost painful, given how hot and how nervous she was.

Pet felt her Mistress pick up the pace.  Pet gasped and gripped the sheets tight in her hands.

Smacksmacksmack.

"You may beg for permission to come, Pet," her Mistress said.  "When you are ready, of course."

The breaking of the silence startled Pet and nearly ruined everything.  But the prospect of actually getting to come brought her right back to the brink.  

"Ple-ease let me co-ome, Mistre-ess!" Pet said, her voice broken by the jolts of her Mistress's thrusts.  She felt a slight pang of embarrassment at responding so quickly, but she figured it would pass.

Smacksmacksmack.

The silence was killing her.

"Again."

Smacksmacksmack.

Pet's face was hot as she looked into the girl's eyes.  "PLEE-EASE let me CO-Ome, MI-Istress!"  

"You want Fucktoy to watch your face as you come, don't you?"

Pet felt a flash of heat throughout her body at the thought.  But she knew what her answer had to be.  "Ye-es, Mi-istress!"

"Tell her."

Smacksmacksmack.

Pet felt her heart in her throat.  Her face burned.  She swallowed hard, pushing her heart back down.  "F-fuckto-oy, I wa-ant you to wa-atch my fa-ace as I co-ome," she eked out.  

She had never uttered such humiliating words in her life.  And she probably never would have, had she not wanted to come so badly.

"You keep your eyes open and on hers, Pet.  The whole time you're coming.  Understand?"

Pet was hot.  Flustered.  Humiliated.  And on the precipice of what she knew would be a gargantuan orgasm.  "Ye-es, Mistre-ess."

"Tell her again.  Like you mean it."

Smacksmacksmack.

It was just as hard the second time.  Pet wasn't even sure she'd be able to get the words out.  Just saying the girl's 'name' was humiliating.  "F-fuck-to-oy, I wa-ant you to wa-atch my fa-ace as I co-ome!"

"You may come."

Smacksmacksmacksmacksmack.

Over the course of five quick thrusts, Pet felt all the energy in her body concentrate at her pelvis, then down further to the walls of her vaginal canal, which began to clench and spasm tightly.  The sensation quickly radiated back out to the edges of her body, pulsing in massive, powerful waves of deeply intense pleasure.  

Pet felt her head lower slightly and her jaw drop.  She struggled with every fiber of her being to keep her eyes open and on the breathtaking girl in front of her, but she had absolutely no control over her facial expressions beyond that.  She didn't know if the enormity of what she was feeling was in spite of or because of the eye contact with this gorgeous girl, and she no longer cared.

After the first couple waves, Pet realized she'd been holding her breath.  She was going to scream, and it was going to be loud.  She hoped it wouldn't upset her Mistress, or this beautiful creature in front of her.

"Now, Fucktoy!" came a voice behind her.

Just as she was about to let out her scream, the girl in front of her lunged forward and covered Pet's mouth with hers.  Warmth and wetness seemed to envelop Pet's face and she felt soft, thin fingers grab and squeeze one of her boobs.  Sensory overload seized Pet's body and her scream was reduced to a squeaking, "MMPH!"

Smacksmacksmack.

A new round of pulsing waves rocked her body as warm wetness continued to spread across her face and her breast was gently cupped and squeezed by those thin, almost tickling fingers.  Pet suddenly felt her body shudder hard.  It was completely involuntary and it shoved her face hard into the girl in front of her, breaking their contact.  Almost as quickly as the contact was broken, it was resumed, with Pet's mouth once again covered by warm wetness.

Pet had experienced powerful, breathtaking orgasms before, but this was absolutely astounding.  Pet was floored by not only the power of it, but the duration, and how long the intensity lasted.

"MMMMMPH!!  MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHH!!"

It just came out of her.  She had no control over it.  Goosebumps covered her body as another hard shudder threatened to break contact, but this time the girl's lips were locked too tightly.  Somehow, the sustained contact through that last convulsion triggered another one, and forced another guttural groan from Pet's throat.

Pet had no control over her body; she was completely reactive.  The forces in her body, as well as those outside of it, were much too powerful.  She could do nothing but tremble wildly and wait until those forces subsided, which only happened gradually over the course of what seemed like several minutes.

"Very good, Fucktoy, that will be all," a distant voice said.

The warm wetness from her face was gone.  Pet was left panting heavily, sucking in cool, refreshing air as the world around her gradually came back into focus.  The heaviness of her orgasm had subsided, but she was still wracked by the occasional shudder as an aftershock of pleasure coursed through her.

Pet still wasn't able to process everything that had happened.  All she knew was that she had experienced without a doubt the most powerful orgasm of her life.  Her head was still a complete blur, but she was beginning to realize how much her arms and shoulders ached.  All she wanted to do was collapse, but she still had enough sense in her to know that she couldn't even do that.

"Very good, Pet," her Mistress said, gently caressing her ass.  "You did well."

Pet still couldn't think.  She was still feeling little aftershocks of bliss gently pulse through her core.

"Fucktoy, gag her again... with yours this time."

It took a few seconds, but once these words sunk in, Pet felt her heart begin to pump again.  Suddenly there was a ball gag in front of her face - the one Fucktoy had been wearing - and Pet found herself obediently opening her mouth.  

As it was pushed inside, stretching her mouth wide and pressing back against her tongue, Pet felt her nervous system spring back to life.  She softly closed her eyes as the thin, gentle fingers pulled the strap snug against the back of her head and buckled it in place.  Pet inhaled deeply, relishing the sensation of the gag that had been in this beautiful girl's mouth for so long now filling her own.  She swore she could smell the girl's mouth in the back of her throat.

And then Pet's heart skipped a beat as she remembered the warm wetness against her face during her orgasm.  The girl had kissed her!  Oh God, her mouth had actually been against Pet's - and for quite some time!  Pet felt renewed arousal sweep through her body, combined with disappointment that she hadn't been able to fully process it at the time.  How cruel, yet how sweet, her Mistress could be!

Pet, realizing no one could see inside her mouth, pressed her tongue flat and firmly against the ball in her mouth, and began to lick as much of the surface as she could.  Hot arousal spread through her body, and she even felt another gentle aftershock of pleasure swim through her core.  Oh God, this was wonderful!

"Do you enjoy that, Pet?" her Mistress said.

A sharp pang struck Pet as she realized her Mistress could still see her face.  She felt her heart pounding and her face heating up as she nodded.

"You were licking the back of the ball gag, weren't you?"

Heat radiated from her neck, cheeks, and forehead.  Shit!  How did her Mistress know?!  Involuntarily, her eyes shifted up to the girl in front of her.  The shock she felt at the expression of surprise on the girl's face sent a hot lance through her body.  Pet looked down and forced herself to nod.

"What a dirty, perverted little lesbian," her Mistress said.  "You've really got it bad for her, don't you?"

Somehow, the embarrassment Pet was now experiencing felt worse than before.  Earlier, the humiliation she felt was grueling, but she answered these kind of questions quickly because she wanted to come.  Now that she'd come, these questions felt infinitely harder to answer.  Once again, Pet summoned everything she had and forced herself to nod.

"Wow.  And for a girl you've just met!  That's some seriously intense perversion.  You're hornier for girls than anyone else I've ever met - including men!

"See, Pet, this is the problem with keeping your attraction to girls a secret.  Your horniness and perversions just spiral out of control.  First, you just fantasize about them in bed at night, then you're going through your high school yearbook and masturbating while looking at pictures of the cheerleaders and prom queen, and before you know it, you're swiping girls' panties in the locker room so you can sniff them at night while you fuck yourself silly.  These are not healthy behaviors, Pet!"

Pet's eyes were wide with incredulity.  She wasn't suggesting Pet actually DID these things, was she??

"It's important to get these things out in the open so you can deal with them," her Mistress said.  "Because now look at you.  Wantonly licking the ball gag of a girl you just met so you can savor the taste of female spit.  Wouldn't you call that perverse?"

Hot shame coursed through Pet's body.  Slowly, she nodded.

"And that matches with the other behaviors of yours I just listed, doesn't it?"

Pet squeezed her eyes shut, realizing she'd been asked another trick question.  If she said no, she'd only be asking for trouble.  So she nodded.

"Yes," her Mistress said.  "So we're going to have to do something about that."

With that, her Mistress finally pulled out of her pussy.  Pet gasped, reminded once again of what a sloppy, wet mess she was back there.

"You may sit up, Pet.  I'm sure your arms must be sore," her Mistress said.

Pet, surprised at her Mistress's kindness, sat back and sighed deeply.  Her arms had felt like they were about to fall off.  She rolled her shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed at how good it felt.

"Fucktoy, gag yourself with Pet's gag," her Mistress said.

Pet's eyes quickly popped back open.  She felt a strong and immediate urge to watch this beautiful girl put the gag that had been in her mouth into her own.

The girl moved slowly and slightly nervously as she picked up Pet's gag, which was still covered in a sheen of slobber.  She held the straps and hesitated slightly as she looked down at it, possibly wondering whether to wipe it off first.  Pet knew she shouldn't do that, as it would most likely invoke her Mistress's wrath.  But more importantly, Pet didn't want her to - she wanted to watch this girl put her slobber into her mouth.

Then, obediently, the girl opened her mouth wide, placed the slobbery side into her mouth, and reached around to buckle it behind her head.  Pet felt a little twitch between her legs at the sight of her own wet gag in this adorable girl's mouth.

"Good," her Mistress said.  "Can you taste her spit?"

Pet was surprised - it was the first question her Mistress had asked this girl.  Pet watched as the girl nodded, and couldn't help feeling a wonderful, tingly arousal spread through her body at the sight.  Somehow, the confirmation this girl gave of Pet's spit on her tongue was wildly erotic.

But beyond that, Pet was incredibly curious about whether the girl truly enjoyed it or not.  Did she feel the same things Pet felt when her gag went into Pet's mouth?  Did she feel anything when she kissed Pet through her orgasm?  It was still impossible to tell.  For all Pet knew, this girl was just going through the motions, obediently doing whatever her Mistress told her to do out of fear of punishment.  The girl did, after all, seem quite nervous.

However, Pet wanted to believe there was more going on there.  When it was just the two of them in the room, she felt a connection between them, she was sure of it.  But what kind of connection?  Was it just sympathy for the discomfort and awkwardness of what they were both going through?  Or was it more than that?  Pet conceded that she felt too humiliated most of the time to pay much attention to what the girl might or might not be feeling.

But Pet couldn't help feeling like she shared a kindred spirit with this girl somehow.  She could feel it in her gut - something she had never felt with anyone else before.  Every time she looked into her eyes, Pet could feel her heart race, and many times she could swear the other girl was experiencing the same thing.  She couldn't be imagining it, could she?  

Still, she had no definitive proof yet, and so she had her doubts.  And every time those doubts reared their ugly heads, Pet was filled with a horrible, paralyzing fear that this exquisite girl who had awakened such a powerful, dizzying series of emotions in Pet felt absolutely nothing for her.

"Fucktoy, you may lie down and relax," her Mistress said.

Pet watched as the beautiful girl slowly lay down on the bed on her back.  There was just something about her that was deeply alluring to Pet.  She could watch her move all day.

When the girl was flat on the bed, Pet scanned her eyes over her.  It was the first time Pet had seen her body in full view.  Pet hadn't seen many naked girls around her age, but found herself fascinated by the smoothness of the girl's skin and the unique features of her body.  She had smallish, pert B cup breasts and two small moles on her chest, one underneath her left breast and one just above her right.  Her breasts were topped by large, round, puffy nipples, and Pet surprised herself by wondering what it would feel like to wrap her lips around them.

Her eyes continued downward, across the girl's smooth, flat belly, centering on a cute and unusually deep belly button that gave Pet the strange urge to dip her tongue into.  Further down, Pet found herself staring at the girl's completely smooth, very puffy vulva, her lips slightly parted to reveal the flowery pink edges of her inner labia.  Pet was mesmerized by the sight and was surprised to realize how much her temperature was rising.  She didn't think a female body could turn her on like this, but it was, and significantly.

"Now Pet," her Mistress continued, "as I mentioned, we need to start working through your perversion issues.  We can't have you masturbating to yearbook photos and stealing girls' panties for the rest of your life like a pathetic lesbian pervert.  While you may get a wild thrill out of doing these things, they are simply not healthy.

"What you really want is to be with a girl.  To fuck one, to make her come.  I know this is scary for you.  It's much easier to admire girls from afar and imagine them in your fantasies.  But you must confront your fears, Pet.

"Now today has been somewhat of a test.  I wasn't sure how you would feel about Fucktoy, but knowing how quickly you get aroused by being in the presence of an even moderately attractive girl, I had a hunch she would do the trick for you."

Pet's heart was pounding.  Was her Mistress going where she thought she was going?

"However, I had no idea just how hot you would actually get!  I could tell the second I walked into this room.  You were nervous, sweaty, and absolutely dripping wet - exhibiting all the signs of a girl completely head over heels.  I've never seen you like that, Pet - it was absolutely adorable!"

Pet felt herself blushing hard.  She knew her Mistress was right this time.

"Look at her," her Mistress said.

Pet looked up into the girl's eyes.

"There it is!" her Mistress said.  "There's that look!  You've got butterflies in your stomach now, don't you, Pet?"

Pet felt herself blushing harder as she bit down on her ball gag and nodded.

"Your heart is racing, your palms are sweaty, and you've got a delicious little tickle between your legs, don't you?"

Pet hated that her Mistress could read her so well.  She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.

"This is so perfect, I couldn't have planned it any better if I'd tried," her Mistress said.  "This is quite some crush you've got.  So there's really no better girl to get over your fears with."

Pet's heart was pounding hard.  Oh God.  What was her Mistress going to make her do??  There's no way she was ready to do anything serious with this girl.  She was way too nervous for that.

"Don't worry Pet, it's Fucktoy's first time too," her Mistress said.  "You'll both be going through something new and scary together!"

Pet's head was spinning.  What was going on now... what was going to happen?  And... Fucktoy's first time?  How could this be her first time with a name like 'Fucktoy'?  Pet was overwhelmed with anxiety and confusion.

"But first, you need to get ready," her Mistress said.  "Down on all fours."

Pet was vaguely aware she'd been given a command.  Her head still spinning and body reeling with emotions, she absent-mindedly got down on all fours.

"Now, relax and look into your girlfriend's eyes," she heard her Mistress say.

Pet's brain was still a scrambled mess as she looked up into the eyes of the beautiful girl lying on the bed, feeling her heart skip a beat as she did so.  In the next instant, her eyes popped open wide as she felt something slippery press against her anus.  She definitely wasn't expecting this!  She bit down on her gag and grabbed handfuls of the sheets as she felt pressure being applied at her rear hole.

"Keep your eyes on hers," her Mistress said calmly.

Pet forced herself to keep her eyes open as she gasped sharply.  She could see the confusion in the other girl's eyes as Pet winced and grimaced at the sensations in her rear.

"Now," her Mistress said, pushing the three-inch long and one and a half-inch wide lubricated plug into Pet's tight hole, "I know you're not terribly fond of having things inside your ass, but whenever you do, your orgasms always seem to be stronger than without them.  Funny how that works out, isn't it?"

Pet curled her toes as she felt a terribly hot blush rise to her face and neck, humiliation sweeping over her as she watched the girl's eyes widen at the realization of what was happening.  She couldn't stop a small grunt escaping her throat as the widest part of the plug slipped into her.

"There," her Mistress said, patting her ass once the plug was inside.  "Back up on your knees now."

Pet took a brief moment to catch her breath as she adjusted to the sensation of the large plug in her rectum.  She knew this moment couldn't last long however, as she'd been given a command, so she took a deep breath and winced as she rose up on her knees, feeling the plug shift inside her, her muscles still struggling to adjust.

"Now," her Mistress went on, "you have some unique skills that you've been perfecting over the course of your time here, and now I think you're ready to make full use of them."

Pet heard her Mistress bend down and pull something out from under the bed.  After a few seconds, her Mistress held something in front of her that she'd never seen before.  It looked like a dildo, but the end of it curved around to form what looked like a slightly smaller, bulb-shaped dildo.

Her Mistress pointed to the slightly smaller, curved end.  "This end is for you," she said, then pointed to the larger, more traditionally looking dildo part, "and this end is for her."

As this began to sink in, Pet felt her nerves swell and her heart begin to pound.  This is exactly what she'd been fearing.  Her Mistress was asking - no, telling - her to have sex with Fucktoy.  Like, real, intimate sex where they were both penetrated and joined at the crotch.  

Pet felt a hot flush rapidly spread over her entire body.  Could she really do that with this girl??  She was a sweaty, trembling, drooling mess just kneeling in front of her - and now she was expected to have SEX with her?!  Pet felt her heart nearly beating out of her chest.

Her Mistress must have read her reaction.  "As I said, you must face your fears," her Mistress said.  "No more fantasies.  This is a real girl who we both know gets you ridiculously wet, and you're going to fuck her."

Pet felt her heart pounding in her ears.  The pang of trepidation she felt at the prospect of this monumental task was devastating.  How could her Mistress make her do this??  It would be utterly humiliating for them both.  Being unable to talk, wearing these ridiculous gags, having to wordlessly engage in the most intimate act either of them could imagine... it was terrifying in its sheer degradation.

As strong as these feelings were for Pet, they were only half of what she felt.  The other half was wildly thrilled at the very idea of getting closer to this intoxicating creature.  To be able to feel her body heat, to smell her skin and her hair... the mere thoughts electrified her.  Pet once again looked at the strangely shaped dildo and realized their vulvas would be very close and might even touch.  She felt a wonderful shiver course through her body at the thought.

The two opposing emotions existed within her simultaneously and warred with each other, or maybe they merged.  She couldn't tell whether she was hot in spite of or because of the humiliation she knew she would feel.  There was one powerful emotion that rose above this mess though and really kept her on edge: the fear of fucking this all up.

"Time to shine, Pet," her Mistress said.  "Put it in."

Pet's heart pounded as she took the toy in her hands and widened her knees on the bed.  She bent forward slightly as she lowered the strangely shaped silicone between her legs.  She pressed the end of it to her entrance and gasped as she felt an involuntary clenching around her butt plug.  She relaxed herself, then slipped the end of the toy inside her.  It went in easily, as she was still considerably wet.

As it went all the way in, Pet gasped as she felt another surprise.  At the base of the large end of the dildo were some ridged bumps in the silicone that pressed right against her clit.  She could only imagine how it would feel if she moved around or applied any pressure to it.  Her body gave a little shiver at the thought.

"Good girl," her Mistress said.  "Now get over there and fuck your new girlfriend."

With that, Pet felt a firm slap on her ass that caused her to clench against both of the objects inside her.  She knew she'd better get moving and took a deep breath to calm her jangling nerves.  Pet really didn't like her Mistress's use of the word 'fuck.'  That was far too rude and vulgar a word for this.  Pet didn't know what she was going to do to this beautiful girl, but it wasn't fuck.  Their connection was too special for that.

Still, she felt an incredible thrill at the idea of being so intimate with her.  Pet's heart continued to pound as she nervously walked forward on her knees.  She had to clench to keep the thing inside her, but it wasn't much of a problem since she'd built up so much strength from all the kegel exercises.

Pet could feel the thing swinging between her legs as she walked, which caused her to blush.  As she got closer, the girl obediently spread her legs so Pet could walk between them.  That simple action caused Pet's pulse to quicken and her temperature to rise.


As embarrassed as she was, Pet searched the girl's eyes for any kind of signal that she was ready for this.  The girl's eyes were big and alert, her face a light pink.  Pet couldn't quite tell one way or the other.  She didn't want to force herself on this girl, but she also didn't want to defy her Mistress.  The girl definitely appeared nervous, but she didn't seem particularly scared.

Pet still couldn't believe what her Mistress said - that it was her first time.  That couldn't be true, could it?  Was it her first time with anyone, or just her first time with another girl?  Pet's anxiety was suddenly amplified at the idea of being this beautiful creature's first sexual partner.  

She didn't want to hurt this girl, and Pet remembered her own first time as being rather unpleasant.  However, she had a pretty shitty partner who rushed things and didn't really care about her needs.  Pet definitely cared about this girl's needs and wanted to be kind to her.  And that created enormous pressure to make sure she did it right.

Her Mistress must have sensed Pet's nervous hesitation.  "If you're worried about her hymen, Pet, don't be.  She took care of that herself years ago."

Pet watched as the girl's face turned bright red.  Pet actually felt embarrassed for her at such a private piece of information being shared so casually.

Despite her Mistress's assurances, Pet felt her anxiety continue to increase.  Her Mistress had spoken, which meant Pet was taking too long.  Pet knew she'd better get to it before her Mistress lost her patience.

The anxiety to get moving clashed with her insecurity about her actions.  Pet knew what she was supposed to do, but she felt terribly nervous about doing it on her own.  Ironically, she felt it would be much easier to receive step-by-step instructions from her Mistress throughout the entire process - the more detailed, the better.  Now, however, she was far too acutely aware of her own actions and how they were being perceived by this beautiful girl in front of her.

Her Mistress's words rang in her ears: "You must face your fears."  Pet gathered as much courage as she could muster and leaned forward, placing her hand out on the mattress near the girl's shoulder.  This action brought their bodies in close proximity and their faces less than a foot apart.

Pet looked back into the girl's eyes - she felt like she didn't have a choice - and something electrical coursed through her.  The girl's eyes were absolutely hypnotic in their beauty, especially at this angle and proximity.  The sensation was powerful, scary, and beautiful all at once, and it was way too intense for Pet to be feeling it alone.  Whatever this was, they were both feeling it, Pet was sure of it.

It took several seconds for Pet to realize she had a task to do.  And when she remembered what it was, her face went hot with embarrassment.  She wished she could say something to the girl - apologize to her, explain herself, distract her somehow from this awkwardness - but the gags prevented her from doing that.  They both had to suffer through this in silence.


"Pet," her Mistress said, startling Pet, "you must look into her eyes as you enter her."

Pet felt her entire body blush.  Why, WHY was her Mistress making her do this?!  Pet had already been forced to do incredibly difficult things today, but this felt like one of the most difficult yet.  

Her heart pounding, Pet took three quick breaths readying herself, then shifted her eyes back down to the girl beneath her.  God, she was beautiful, and that just made it so much harder.  

Pet could feel her face and neck radiating intense heat as she moved her member until she felt resistance.  She still wasn't sure she was in the right place, however, and the fear of fucking this all up weighed heavily on her.  She knew what she had to do.  A fresh wave of awkward embarrassment swept over her as she slid her hand up the shaft to the tip so the edge of her finger could feel the soft skin of the girl's vulva.


Pet's heart continued to pound heavily as she looked down into the girl's eyes.  This was it.  It was up to Pet now to do the rest.  Pet realigned herself, moving her hand down gently to place the tip at the girl's entrance.  At this angle, Pet could feel the girl's wetness at the edges of her lips against the sides of her finger and thumb.  The sensation thrilled her.  She was aroused!  Could Pet actually be the source of that arousal??  The thought was dizzying.

Pet saw uncertainty in the girl's eyes.  Was it nervousness?  She couldn't tell.  She wanted to tell her that she was sorry, that it would be okay, that she would be gentle.  But again, those fucking gags!  Looking deeply into the girl's eyes, Pet slowly and very gently began to press forward with her hips.

The girl inhaled quickly - it wasn't quite a gasp of shock, it was more of a physical and mental preparation.  But it was enough for Pet to stop.  The girl furrowed her brow, almost in confusion, which made Pet blush.  Did she want her to keep going?

After a few more seconds, Pet, her face hot, began to gently push forward again.  The girl inhaled again, not as quickly this time, and slowly began to gather the sheets in her hands.  Pet took this as a sign that she was okay so far, so she continued the pressure, feeling herself incrementally dip downward.

The girl's breathing started to get faster, and then, "Mmph!"

Startled, Pet pulled back slightly and froze.  It was the first sound she'd heard the girl make since they'd been here.  Pet was worried she'd hurt the girl and she searched her eyes frantically.

The girl's brows were tense at first, but quickly relaxed when Pet stopped the pressure.  Her breathing was also relaxing gradually.  She didn't look hurt, just maybe surprised and slightly uncomfortable.  Pet desperately wanted to ask her how she was feeling.

After a few more seconds, the girl seemed ready to continue.  Pet pressed down again gently, this time shifting her hips at a slightly lower angle.  Pet felt the silicone slide in about an inch and a half as the girl's eyes widened considerably.

The sensation surprised them both and Pet paused once again to gauge the girl's expression.  The girl was breathing heavier now, her eyes still wide, looking up deeply into Pet's.  But she didn't appear to be in pain, which lessened Pet's anxiety considerably.

It was such a strange and surreal experience keeping her eyes on this beautiful girl as she watched her go through a major life milestone.  Pet felt tremendous empathy for the girl as she simultaneously felt an enormous pressure to be as gentle as possible.  Pet knew this was a very special moment for them both and she felt it in every fiber of her being.  She felt herself connecting with this girl on a deep level as they went through this.

After several seconds of what felt like a long, deep conversation with their eyes, Pet felt like the girl was ready to continue.  Now that she was about a third of the way in, Pet took her right hand off the shaft and placed it on the mattress by the girl's left arm.  She was now hovering directly over her and could feel her body heat radiating against her from her neck to her crotch.

Pet then gripped the bulb inside her with her internal muscles, feeling herself clench around the butt plug as well, and gently pressed her hips forward.  There was resistance, but she could feel herself going in, and the girl didn't have a terribly strong reaction other than a furrowed brow and a slight wince.

Pet relaxed again, about halfway in now.  She thought she was in far enough that she could probably start moving around without causing the girl too much discomfort.  Slowly and gently, she began to rock her hips incrementally back and forth as she continued to search the girl's eyes.

The girl tensed her brow slightly, then relaxed.  This seemed to be going well.  After about seven or eight slow, gentle thrusts, Pet could feel herself getting deeper.  The girl kept staring up at her with those gorgeous, round eyes, now appearing almost eager for Pet to keep going.

The more Pet thrust forward, the more she felt her clit pressing against the ridges on the front of the shaft.  They tickled wonderfully and only made her want to press harder.  Pet gradually increased the pressure, allowing herself to feel good while still gauging the girl's reaction.

Pet received a jolt of panic as she felt saliva collecting at the base of her gag.  Slurping it up would do no good and if she didn't act quickly, God only knows where it would fall due to her thrusting.  She desperately wanted the girl to look away, but that was out of the question.  As quickly as she could, Pet lifted one hand and wiped away the drool that was forming on her lower lip, then placed her hand back on the mattress.

The girl blushed and so did she, but Pet had no choice.  Pet now felt terribly more self-conscious about her thrusting now and was much more awkward about it, not quite paying attention to how gentle she was being.  The girl winced a few more times, causing Pet to blush harder and silently curse herself for losing her concentration.

After another minute or so, Pet could feel herself get back on track.  She could feel drool collecting at her lower lip again, but this time she wasn't so self-conscious about wiping it away.  It was still embarrassing, but much easier now, and certainly not as embarrassing as drooling on the girl.

Pet could feel herself getting closer to the girl's body and knew she was almost all the way in.  She didn't want to rush things, but she knew that once she was fully inside she would be able to put even more pressure against her clit from those wonderful ridges, so that quickly became her immediate goal.

Pet knew she had to be only about an inch and a half away, so she increased the pressure slightly with each slow thrust.  The girl's brow furrowed slightly and her breathing became more labored.  But she didn't necessarily look like she was in pain, so Pet kept going.

Pet was so close she could feel it.  She began holding her thrusts down for a second or two, thinking she would get there faster that way.  Then, on the next thrust, she felt her pelvis press against the girl's spread thighs.  The girl's eyes widened as Pet continued the pressure, feeling the girl's warm skin against hers and her clit grind wonderfully against the silicone ridges.

Something electric shot through Pet's body at the contact of their hips and the expression on the girl's face.  The intimacy of their position, penetration, and expressions, was powerful and consuming.  The girl's eyes were big and bright, searching deep into Pet's.  Pet felt it down in her core.  This was big.  They were connected now, and Pet could feel it, deep and resonant.  She was positive, looking into the girl's eyes, that the girl could feel it too.

"Very good, Pet.  Are you all the way inside?" her Mistress said.

The trance Pet had been pulled into was shattered by her Mistress's words.  She blinked, feeling a hot flush rise into her neck and cheeks.  She took a second or two to process things, realizing she had been asked a question.  Swallowing dryly, she nodded.

"Very good," her Mistress said.  "Now fuck her."

There was that word again.  Pet hated hearing it, especially in this context.  She didn't want to fuck this girl, she wanted to be gentle with her.  She wanted to... to make love to her?  No, that was ridiculous and only made Pet blush.  Pet didn't know what to think, but she knew she had been given a command by her Mistress and had better do as she says.

Pet began moving her hips back and forth awkwardly, not really knowing what she was doing or how she was supposed to be moving them.  She noticed a slight wince from the girl beneath her, but figured the worst of it had to be over for her, so she kept going as gently as she could.

Pet felt completely silly and ridiculous.  She felt like the girl was wondering what the hell she was doing as she moved her hips awkwardly up and down and back and forth.  Pet didn't even know what the hell she was doing.  She just knew that she was supposed to 'fuck' this girl and that meant moving her hips around, right?  The girl's brow furrowed as she looked at Pet in discomfort or confusion, or both.  It was humiliating, and Pet could feel her face burning.

What was worse was that all this awkward movement was causing the plug to move around in her ass, and each time Pet thrust forward she could feel herself involuntarily clenching around it.  It was terribly distracting, to the point where she could barely concentrate on anything else.

"WHAT are you doing, Pet??" her Mistress said in a clearly mocking tone.

If Pet didn't already feel adequately embarrassed, her Mistress's tone caused her whole body to blush.

"I said FUCK her.  I don't know what the hell you're doing, but it's definitely not fucking.  You look more like a wind-up toy that keeps bumping into a wall!"

Pet didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but she was wrong.  The heat and humiliation she felt was stifling.

"Thrust your hips, Pet.  Grip that toy inside you and thrust your hips.  Back.  And forth.  Back.  And forth," her Mistress said.  "Now look into her eyes and fuck her."

Pet's heart was pounding hard and heavy.  She couldn't believe how degraded she felt, and how little this beautiful girl must think of her.  How was she supposed to continue now?  Still, her Mistress had given her a command and disobeying it was not an option.

Pet took a deep breath and looked down at the girl.  The girl looked up at her with sad, sympathetic eyes, almost like she pitied her.  Pet just wanted to cry.  But she knew she couldn't.  Not in front of this girl.  She had to show her she could do this.

Pet bit down on her gag and straightened her arms for support.  She pulled her hips back, then thrust them forward.  She did it again.  And again.  She couldn't tell if it was working or not, but she could definitely feel the plug sucking into her ass with each thrust.  Once again, it was terribly distracting.

"Your cock is not moving, Pet," her Mistress said.  "Fucking her means sliding your cock in and out of her pussy.  I know you have the strength.  Now concentrate.  Grip that cock with your cunt, pull your hips back, then push them forward and slide into her pussy.  I don't care how fast or slow, how hard or soft you go, but I want you to FUCK her.  I want to see your cock sliding through her cunt lips with each thrust."

Frustrated, Pet bit down on her gag again and took a deep breath.  Concentrating hard, she gripped the toy inside her with her muscles as tightly as she could.  She pulled her hips back slowly, then thrust forward until she connected with the girl's spread thighs.

"Mmnh!" the girl grunted unexpectedly.

"Good, Pet!" her Mistress said.  "Now do that every.  Single.  Time."

It took a tremendous amount of concentration, but Pet gripped the toy as hard as she could, pulled back, and thrust forward into the girl each time, again and again.  She watched the expression on the girl's face change, and that gave her validation.  She was doing it.  She was really doing it.

With every thrust, Pet was terrified her Mistress would speak up and make fun of her again, and this fear was enough to keep her fully concentrated on her task.

As difficult as it was and as focused as she remained on her gripping and thrusting, Pet became gradually aware of other details.  The gradually increased breathing of the girl beneath her.  The slight jiggling of the girl's breasts in her peripheral vision every time she thrust into her.  The subtle changes of expression and slight twitches in the girl's facial features.  All of these were little reminders of what was really going on here - she was having sex with this girl, this impossibly beautiful creature that made her heart flutter.

Gradually, Pet's grip and thrust became more automatic and she began to focus on these other details more and more.  The girl was breathing heavier now - was she enjoying it?  Was Pet's thrusting turning her on?  Was Pet really bringing pleasure to this girl?  Pet felt herself getting lost in the girl's eyes again and felt that wildly intense connection between them growing stronger.

It was getting to the point where Pet wanted to completely let go and lose herself with this girl.  But that was nearly impossible with her relative lack of comfort, both physically and mentally, knowing her Mistress was watching her every move.  It felt so intimate yet so clinical at the same time and it drove her crazy.

"Lower yourself, Pet," her Mistress said.  It wasn't a loud or harsh command, it was gentler and didn't startle Pet.  "Lower yourself to your elbows."

A jolt of panic rushed through Pet.  That meant she would be closer to the girl.  Their breasts might even touch.  It was terrifying, yet thrilling.

Slowly, Pet lowered her arms, propping herself on her elbows.  She was much closer to this girl now, her face taking up nearly all of Pet's field of vision.  She could smell the girl's hair, skin, and sweat.  It was devastatingly intoxicating.

"Keep thrusting," her Mistress said.

Pet was parallel with the girl now and immediately saw the advantage of this position.  As she rose her hips up and thrust back down, she realized she didn't have to grip the toy inside her anywhere near as hard, as gravity did most of the work.  This position also allowed much greater contact with her clit against those ridges, and much more of her focus could be directed toward that.

On the second thrust, Pet sighed.  Looking into the girl's eyes at this proximity was heady enough by itself - let alone the heat of their bodies only an inch apart and the increased sensations in her clit and vagina.  Even the plug in her ass felt better in this position.  Oh God, this was wild.  This really felt like deep, intimate sex.  Pet got goosebumps as the thought went through her head.

With the girl's face the only thing in sight and the only audible sounds being their combined breaths gradually becoming heavier and quicker, Pet was losing herself fast.  The girl was even more gorgeous and more hypnotizing this close up.  She was the only thing that mattered, and Pet was determined to make her feel as good as possible.

Was it Pet's imagination, or was the girl getting as lost in Pet's eyes as Pet was in hers?  The girl's eyes shifted sporadically from Pet's left eye to her right and seemed to get bigger and brighter with each passing second.  Oh God.  Pet could feel something incredible building within her.  If she wasn't careful, she might actually come soon.

But how embarrassing would that be?  Pet, having an orgasm right in the middle of this, breaking this wonderful trance... it would only solidify the idea of Pet as a dirty, lesbian pervert, helplessly and hopelessly infatuated with this poor girl.  Pet told herself she wouldn't do it - she wouldn't give her Mistress that satisfaction.

But it would feel so wonderful!  What if the girl didn't mind?  Would having an orgasm really be the worst thing?  It would if this girl didn't feel the same way about her.  But the way this girl was looking at her...

Suddenly Pet felt delicate, thin fingers lightly touching her arms, then gently sliding around them.  Oh God, this girl was touching her!  It electrified Pet and caused her to thrust harder.  Maybe, just maybe this girl was as into this as Pet was.  Maybe it was okay for Pet to let go after all.

Pet suddenly had a terribly strong urge to kiss this girl.  It just felt right, like it made sense.  But these fucking gags!  If they weren't wearing them, she probably would have done it.  And she was pretty sure in that moment, the girl would have kissed her back.  It was just a hunch - no, it was more than a hunch.  It was something she felt inside, she was sure of it.

And then she felt it - the cool terror of the drip falling from her lip.  She'd been so into this thrusting and staring, she didn't even feel it forming.  Pet turned to ice as it fell down onto the girl's face, on her lower left cheek.

Pet stopped thrusting.  The girl must be horrified!  Pet had to wipe it off.  She desperately wanted to apologize.

And then, everything happened so fast.  As soon as she lifted her hand to wipe the drop away, the girl gave a quick shake of her head, almost like it didn't matter, pushed Pet's hand away, and grabbed Pet's arms again with both hands.

Pet was stunned.  What...?  She didn't want her to wipe it away?  The urgency with which she grabbed Pet's arms made it seem like she just wanted Pet to keep going.  And then, before another thought could form in Pet's head, she felt the girl's heels pushing down against the backs of Pet's thighs.

This girl didn't want her to stop.  Pet could barely believe it.  A fire ignited in Pet's chest and she resumed her thrusting, the heat in her face and neck quickly fading.

The girl's eyes rolled back slightly before quickly refocusing on Pet's.  There was no mistaking that look - this girl was experiencing pleasure, wonderful pleasure.  Oh God.  Pet felt a heat and a fire burn inside her like never before.

Looking deep into the girl's eyes, Pet thrust down firmly, connecting with the girl's hips and grinding her clit against those wonderful ridges.  Pet gave a quiet, breathy grunt as she did it again and began thrusting harder and more firmly into the girl.

The girl gasped, her eyes widening, and her fingers gripped Pet's arms tighter.  This girl wanted her.  Pet had never felt such wild, passionate energy before.  The thought of bringing this girl to the peak consumed her completely.  She'd never felt such a fire burning so intensely within her.  The fact that the ridges were driving her clit wild was only icing on the cake.

Their breaths were heavy and loud as Pet thrust hard.  Each breath pulled in the sweaty, strong pheromones the girl was producing, heightening everything further.  Pet could feel her nipples brushing against the girl's as their breasts wobbled back and forth.  She could feel her ass clenching tightly around the butt plug with each thrust and it only got her hotter.  Her drool fell onto the girl's face several more times but neither of them cared.  They just stared deeply into each other's eyes, breathing heavier and hotter as Pet pounded away into the girl.

Suddenly the girl's eyes flashed and she squeezed Pet's arms hard.  Energized, Pet thrust harder.  The girl gasped sharply and her eyes went big.  Pet felt it too as she thrust once, twice, and then the girl's brow furrowed tightly as an adorable squeak of a grunt escaped her.  The next thing Pet knew, the girl's heels locked tightly around the backs of Pet's thighs, preventing her from pulling back again.  They were merging.

Pet couldn't bring herself to stop thrusting, even though they were locked together, her clit grinding tightly against the firm ridges.  She focused on the most beautiful expression she'd ever seen on the most beautiful face she'd ever seen as she felt her own body responding in the exact same manner.  They were peaking together and the sensation was absolutely transcendent.

Pet held onto the image of the girl's face as long as she could before her vision began to blur and fade, convulsions overtaking her body.  She felt hands and legs gripping her tightly, pulling her down against and merging with the warm, trembling body of this absolutely ravishing creature.  Waves of wild, heavy, passionate ecstasy swept over her again and again as she reveled in this incredible experience, knowing it was shared between them, which only amplified and magnified it.

This wasn't just an orgasm - this was a deep and profoundly intimate bonding with what felt like her soul mate.  This was absolutely unreal.  The pleasure and euphoria she felt was heavier, longer, sweeter, and more deeply satisfying than any orgasm she could ever recall experiencing.  This was exquisite, and it rocked her to her core.

Pet lost all track of time as the ecstatic convulsions extended well past the point of any of her previous orgasms.  She didn't know how long it went on, but it felt like an eternity.  After countless waves of incalculable bliss, Pet slowly began to regain her awareness.  She was limp, breathing heavily and slightly strained from the gag in her mouth, sucking in deep, heavy aromas of female skin and sweat.  Her head was buried against a small shoulder, her body hot and sticky against more hot and sticky flesh.  

Every few seconds, a recollection of what just transpired flashed through her mind and triggered a shiver of bliss.  She could feel herself involuntarily contract around objects in both of her holes, sucking them in deeper.  She could also feel the occasional light tug against the object in her vagina, as if something was gently trying to pull it from her.  Everything about it was beautiful.

Pet gradually felt her mind coming back into focus, although her body still didn't feel like moving yet.  All her mind could do was marvel at the enormity of what she'd just experienced.  

She'd never felt a connection like that during sex before.  She'd had really intense, incredible orgasms before, but this was on a whole other level.  This felt like an out of body experience.  It felt like her orgasm somehow combined with this girl's orgasm and together they shared a vastly larger, exponentially more powerful orgasm.  She didn't think a feeling like that could be possible.

Even now, as she lay there, smelling the girl's skin, sweat, and hair, she felt her chest swelling.  This was something special.  She could smell these scents all day long, every day.  She could look into the girl's eyes all day long, every day.  She could feel the girl's hot, sweaty body against hers all day, every day.  

Even as she had these thoughts, she could still barely believe it.  Never in a million years did she think a girl could make her feel this way.  She'd never been attracted to girls before, ever.  But now, even she had to admit it to herself - she was absolutely head over heels and completely bonkers for this girl.  

She still didn't think of herself as a lesbian necessarily, but there was no one else who even came close to making her feel this way, and she was fine with that.  If she never met another guy again and only had access to this girl for as long as she lived, she would be completely happy.  This was too wild and too intense for her to think about anything or anyone else right now.

"Wow, that was quite the orgasm, huh Pet?" her Mistress said, snapping Pet out of her reverie with a swat on her ass.

Pet groaned.  FUCK!  Why did her Mistress have to ruin such a beautiful moment?  Pet suddenly remembered all the horrible context surrounding this beauty.

"You came harder than you do with ME, even!  I'm actually jealous!" her Mistress said.

Pet was having a hard time shifting gears.  She really didn't want to leave that wonderful place between the girl's shoulder and neck.  As she lifted her head, she realized that drool had run all the way down the side of her cheek.  She wiped it away and looked down at the girl, who looked up at her with blissful, half-lidded eyes.  God, she was gorgeous.

"You were really getting into it there, weren't you, Pet?  And the way you were making eyes at her - it was adorable!  If I didn't know any better, I'd think there might be something going on between you two!"

Pet furrowed her brow.  'Any better?'  What did that mean?

"What do you think, Pet?  Wouldn't it be cute if your little girl-crush actually had the hots for you too?" her Mistress went on.  "That would just be precious, wouldn't it?  But you and I both know that you're such a perverted little lesbian that you think anything with a pussy and a pair of tits is into you.  It's funny, really, and kind of adorable in its own way."  

Pet's heart sank.  That wasn't true - it couldn't be.  Her Mistress was just saying these things to be mean.

Pet looked down at the girl, who looked back up at her, blushing hard.  Her eyes were big and nervous.  Pet wanted her to give some kind of a sign - any sign - that her Mistress was wrong, that there was a connection between them after all.  But the girl looked too nervous or scared to do anything, which left Pet hanging.

"Well, Pet, at least you got it out of your system, right?  How does it feel to have finally fucked a girl?  It feels good, doesn't it?"

It had, in fact, felt wonderful.  But Pet suddenly felt sick at the thought of vindicating her Mistress like this, cheapening the entire experience.  Still, she knew she had to give an answer, so she nodded while her stomach twisted itself in knots.

"I knew it would!" her Mistress said.  "This will go a long way toward mitigating those wildly perverse lesbian tendencies you have, Pet.  This is an important first step."

Pet looked back down at the girl.  Why won't she give her some kind of a sign?  Why won't she confirm what Pet knows and feels inside??

"Wow, look at the time!" her Mistress said.  "I bet you're famished, huh Pet?  I know you'd love to stare dreamy-eyed at your new girl crush all day, but there ARE other things to attend to.  So let's pull out and get up.  It's well past lunchtime already."

Pet really didn't want to leave this girl.  She wanted to lie back down on top of her and hold her until they both fell asleep.  But her Mistress had given her an order.  Reluctantly, she rose up on her hands and moved her hips back, pulling the silicone appendage out of the girl.  The girl gave a little sigh as Pet did so - was it a sigh of disappointment?  Pet wanted to think so.

Pet sat back on her heels and looked at the girl again.  Her body was limp and beautiful, like she was completely spent after an incredible experience.  Pet knew what they'd been through was something special.  There's no way the girl would look like that if it hadn't been special, right?

Pet, hearing the clinking of chain links, looked over to her Mistress, who was holding a leather collar with a long chain attached.  Her heart sank.

"Let's go, Pet.  I'm not going to tell you again," her Mistress said.

Pet, feeling a strange weight on her chest, climbed down from the bed and walked over to her Mistress, the silicone appendage still swinging between her legs and the plug still twisting in her ass.  Her Mistress placed the collar around her neck, locking it with a small padlock.

"You don't need this anymore," her Mistress said, grabbing the silicone appendage and pulling it down, out of Pet's body.  

Pet winced at the action, as she was still a bit sensitive down there.  She watched as her Mistress tossed it onto the bed, next to the prone girl.  

"But let's leave this back there, shall we?" her Mistress said, reaching around and pressing against the base of Pet's butt plug, then smacking her on the ass.

Pet tensed at the pressure and the smack, caught off-guard by both.

"Now let's go," her Mistress said, pulling the chain taut and turning toward the door.  She looked back at Pet.  "Wave goodbye to your little girlfriend."

Pet felt her heart sink.  She didn't want to say goodbye.  She couldn't even begin to process the thought of never seeing this girl again, especially after such a powerful, mind-blowing experience.  But she'd been given an order.  Feeling everything in her body twisting itself into knots, she turned and raised her hand, fighting the urge to stretch her fingers out to the girl in a final gesture of longing.

The girl slowly raised her hand in return, her long, thin fingers almost trembling.  

Pet wanted to cry.

"Oh, cheer up, Pet," her Mistress said.  "You got to fuck a hot young girl today!  That would brighten up any other perverted lesbian's day!"

Pet felt herself yanked by the neck through the doorway and into the hall, her heart feeling crushed as the door closed behind them.

They were not more than a few steps down the hall when Pet was suddenly thrown back against the wall as she felt her Mistress's body pressing up tightly against her.  Pet gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.

"Well well well, it seems you rather enjoyed that, huh, Pet?" her Mistress said, dipping her hand between Pet's legs and sliding a finger up into her.  "I thought you would.  This was a special treat - do you know why?  Today just so happens to be your one-year anniversary here with me.  So... happy anniversary."

With that, her Mistress pulled her finger out, and looking Pet right in the eyes, placed the finger into her mouth, sucking Pet's juices off of it.

"Don't be expecting this kind of treatment all the time," her Mistress went on.  "However... if you happen to be a good, obedient little Pet, and I happen to be in a good mood, there's a chance I might let you play with Fucktoy again at some point."

The words sent a jolt of energy and hope through Pet's body and she felt her heart jump to life.  Her Mistress grinned at her, backed away, and yanked on her collar as she started to walk back down the hallway.  Even as Pet stumbled forward at the sharp tug on her neck, she felt a rush of chemicals flooding her brain at the prospect of seeing that exquisite creature again.