Rhoda's Pet

Rhoda moved around me, the sounds of buckles and straps filling the air. I jumped as something cold and heavy snapped around my neck, followed by a sharp click. Eventually, the rustling stopped. "Stand up and lie down on the bed, with your arms tucked underneath you."

I stood awkwardly in the darkness, fumbling for the edge of the mattress, feeling the cool silk of the sheets brush against my skin. I climbed up on the bed, lifted my legs, and tucked my arms beneath my body, settling back against the pillows. I instantly felt uncomfortable, my limbs crammed into an unnatural position.

The bed dipped to the left as she climbed on. There was grunting and shifting, then a heavy weight pressed down on my face. I panicked, gasping for air, thrashing slightly before she shuffled away and lifted her weight.

"Lick," she commanded.

My tongue extended through the hole in the hood, exploring the wet heat between her legs. She leaned forward, gripping my straining cock. I groaned into her sex, the sound muffled, as she stroked and teased the sensitive head. Her juices flooded my mouth, coating my tongue, while my cock throbbed, dangerously close to exploding. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to pin her down and fuck her until she screamed.

She took my cock into her mouth just as she shuddered through an orgasm, her hips rocking against my face. I choked as her fluids gushed freely. She was working my cock furiously now, a hand sliding up and down the shaft, squeezing the base. I had never felt anything so intense.

Then, abruptly, the weight was gone. I was left gasping in the dark, my cock twitching helplessly, denied. Rhoda rolled off the bed. I heard her ragged breathing. She gave my cock a final, cruel tug. "Get off the bed and kneel."

I sighed in pure frustration as I slid off the silk sheets and dropped to my knees beside the bed.

The rubber hood was pulled off my head, pulling on my hair. I blinked, blinded by the sudden burst of light. She was standing naked in front of me, a pretty face atop an ugly, heavy body. But I wanted her. I couldn't help it; the need burned inside me like a fever.

"Thank me," she commanded.

I looked at her blankly, the words weighing on my tongue.

“Thank me for everything I've done for you, and thank me for even thinking about letting you marry me”.

I gulped. I fought it with everything I had. I wanted to spit in her face and walk out. The sneer on her face told me she knew I was struggling and that I would eventually give in.

"Thank you, Ms. Rhoda," I whispered.

I bent down and kissed her foot. "I'm so lucky to even imagine that you would become my wife."

I continued kissing her feet, my lips pressing against her skin, eager to please her.

She laughed loudly and briefly. "Clean that hood up and come back in here."

I started to crawl toward the discarded mask on the floor. "And remember, pets don't have hands."

I put the wet rubber in my mouth. As I did, the collar around my neck shifted slightly, as if to remind me that I was her pet.

With the hood thoroughly cleaned, inside and out, I crawled back to the bedroom with it in my mouth. Rhoda was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, a cloud of grey smoke hanging around her head like a shroud. I waited patiently by her feet, my jaw aching from gripping the rubber in my teeth, and my jaw ached from biting on the hood.

"Kneel up," she commanded. She blew a plume of smoke directly into my face.

She pulled the hood away from my mouth and tossed it aside. "It seems you forgot to get me an ashtray for my bedroom," she said, looking down at me with cold disdain. "Hold out your hand."

I did. She flicked ash into my palm. I kept my hand steady, the grey powder coating my skin. She kept smoking, polluting my flat, treating my hand like an ashtray she was too lazy to get up for. I knelt there, a human ashtray, while she enjoyed herself.

“You're expecting visitors tonight. My mother and sister are coming to see our home”.

She flicked more ash, watching it fall onto my skin.

Now, James, you really need to impress my mother if you want any chance of marrying me.

My mind was reeling. ‘No fucking chance,’ I thought, the anger bubbling in my chest. But I knew I was weak. I knew I was a puppet.

"I will expect you to treat them as if they are an extension of me," she continued. "You will only speak if asked a direct question. You will stay on your knees unless told otherwise, or if you are serving them."

She took one last drag, squeezed the cigarette until the ember went out, and dropped it into my open hand. The butt was hot.

They will be here in an hour. In that time, you can tidy up around our place. You have permission to walk around. Just make sure you're ready to greet them. I have to get ready because I have a date.

My mind was reeling and confused. First, I had to meet her mother and sister alone, acting as a servant to a woman I had never even met. Second, Rhoda had a date. I felt a hot spike of jealousy in my chest. I shouldn't be jealous; I should be relieved. Maybe she would leave me alone for a few hours. Maybe she would go to her date and leave me in peace.

She kicked me in the ribs hard.

"Well, get on with it."

I quickly got to my feet, holding the cigarette's butt in my hand, and looked at the mess of her ash. I had work to do.

Under normal circumstances, cleaning never bothered me. I liked a tidy house. But I wasn't cleaning in the nude, and I wasn't usually sporting a stiff, throbbing erection while scrubbing my own floor or wearing a studded leather collar that dug into my neck like a second skin.

The question my father used to ask me when I was younger—“If she told you to jump off a cliff, would you?”—kept circling my mind like a vulture. I didn't have an answer, and that scared me.

So I cleaned while she got ready for her date. It wasn't as bad as I thought, just some dusting, polishing, and vacuuming. I had time for a quick shower; luckily, Rhoda was still in the bedroom, so I managed to jump in before she noticed.

After washing off the grime, I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and headed into my new, small bedroom. My clothing options were limited. Jeans and a T-shirt were my best choices.

"What are you doing?" Rhoda made me jump.

I froze, my hand halfway up the leg of my jeans. "I... I didn't tell you to dress, did I?”

I looked to the floor, ashamed of my nakedness, the fabric of the jeans scratching my skin.

"Look at me."

I lifted my head. I was shocked. She was dressed in a flowing dress that suited her frame, but it was elegant. Her hair was styled, less masculine, more feminine. Her makeup was perfect—not the cheap, garish mess she usually wore, but sophisticated. Her heels weren't towering skyscrapers, but they lifted her, making her look taller, regal. The shoes looked expensive.

She moved toward me, her fingers tracing the sharp angles of my face as if she were memorizing the map of a territory she had just conquered. She pulled me closer, not just to kiss me but to claim me. Her lips pressed against mine, gentle yet possessive, her tongue flicking out to taste me. "I want Mother to see everything you have to offer," she whispered against my mouth, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction.

Her hand slid down my chest, tracing the ridges of my stomach until it found my groin. She circled my cock, her grip firm, squeezing my shaved balls with a deliberate cruelty. I gasped as her finger dragged up the shaft, collecting the precum that welled at the eye of my erection. She smeared it over the sensitive crown, then brought her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean with a lewd, wet sound.

She stepped back, pulling my gaze away from hers. I watched, helpless, as she placed something on my cock. I cringed as she squeezed my balls together, adjusting the device into position. I couldn't see what she was doing; her head was bent, blocking my view, but I felt the silicone snap tightly around the base of my shaft and the root of my balls.

“There”, she said,” That will keep it nice and hard for mother.”

Her hand ran up and down my cock in a mocking rhythm. She grabbed me, spun me around, and pulled. I stumbled forward, my foot scuffing the floor as I kicked off the jeans, leaving me naked and exposed in the hallway.

"Stay there," she ordered.

I stood in the empty hallway, my heart pounding, while she was gone. I looked down at my groin. The black silicone ring was tight, cutting off just enough circulation to keep me throbbing. It was a device made for pleasure, but prevented release. I was a living sex toy, and she was the one controlling the switch.

Rhoda stepped back into the hallway, clutching an expensive purse. She picked up my car keys from the table, her eyes scanning me, as if checking her property.

"You'll do," she said with a smirk. "When I leave, you will kneel by the table with your head on the floor. Don't worry, Mother has a key."

She pulled my head forward and kissed me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tasting like lipstick and dominance. "I'm going to get fucked tonight, my love," she whispered into my ear, the words a dagger in my chest. "But don't you worry. I'll be thinking of you."

She stepped away, the heels of her shoes clicking sharply against the floor. "Don't just stand there, get the door."

I obeyed and opened the front door for her, standing there like a doorman. She walked past me, her expensive scent hanging in the air, and stepped out into the night. "Be good," she said.

I closed the door and immediately dropped to my knees, pressing my forehead against the cold wood of the hallway floor, waiting for her mother to arrive.