Page 19 of Twisted

When he finally let go, it was gorgeous.

Jamie caressed his broad back as he came, and kissed his neck...exactly like she’d kissed mine.

She helped him pull out with the condom intact.

Then they undid my ropes, and we all shared the bed.

I can’t say it’s easy to get a good night’s sleep with three people in a full-size bed, when one of you is covered with solidified wax that keeps showing up in awkward places.

But then, we didn’t really have sleep on our minds.

I got that hoped-for invitation to their friend’s dungeon in the City, after all, but I didn’t get much sleep there, either.

THE SATURDAY PET

N. T. Morley

As they left Bonne Femme, Luis said something to Tera that made her heart stop.

“Let’s go to the pet store.”

Neither Tera nor Luis had a pet.

Well, it could be said in one sense, that Luis did have a pet. It was not a canine or feline beast, however; his pet was Tera. He kept her and groomed her, dressed her when he saw fit and left her undressed when he saw fit to do that instead. For their trip to the mall, he had done something in between; she wore a bit of a dress, but not much else. Although Luis had just dropped hundreds of dollars on lingerie, none of what Tera already owned had made it onto her body before they left the house for the mall.

She had asked to wear a bra, but Luis wasn’t having it. She’d even tried to get him to let her wear panties, which she usually didn’t—certainly never on a Saturday, and never when the weather was so warm.

But Luis had said, no, just the dress and the heels, and there wasn’t much to the former. The dress was quite a slutty little sundress, pale yellow and almost see-through, low-cut and short. Tera’s body was revealed quite plainly at several key places—her pert little butt, her cleavage, her nipples. Between the way the dress plunged and the way the thin yellow cotton hung to her flesh, Tera felt almost more naked than if she’d been naked. She felt almost more revealed walking through the concourse at the mall than she had when she’d stripped down in the changing room and cycled through numerous skimpy lace outfits for Luis. By insisting that Tera wear a dress so thoroughly revealing to go to the mall to try on slutty lingerie, Luis had reminded her—as if she could ever forget!—that her body was his to show off, and that she need not worry about whether others wanted to look. If it pleased Luis to let them look, they would look. It was as simple as that.

And this was only one of the many ways in which Luis controlled her life—deliciously so. He decided when she would eat, when she would sleep. He told her when and in what way she would shower, and whether she would use the shower massager to bring herself off—or, much more commonly, to bring herself right to the edge and then back off. He decided when she would touch herself elsewhere, too. She did so in bed while he was at work, sometimes, when he gave her permission by phone—always with the proviso that she would have him on speakerphone when she did, and that she would ask permission before she came. Sometimes he gave it. Other times he did not. If permission was granted, Luis insisted that Tera come very loud for him. She never, ever failed him; Tera loved being a “screamer.”

Tera was trained and usually obedient. Sometimes she did not obey her owner—and then she was punished.

How else could a pet be defined?

She might kid herself and identify as his “girlfriend,” but she was a girlfriend who did exactly what he told her, when he told her. All that was required for her to be utterly subject to Luis’s whim was for Tera to be in “that place”—meaning “sub space,” as he called it. But the fact was that Tera was there in sub space with increasing frequency lately. And when she was not, she was ever aware that Luis could put her there with a stern look, a caress at her neck or a single harsh word. She almost never talked back to him anymore; she almost never needed to. She always wanted to do as he said.

More and more, Tera found herself her boyfriend’s plaything.

And so Tera said, with only the slightest embarrassed quaver to her voice:

“Yes, darling...I think that would be lovely.”

It was a glorious day and the mall through which they walked was a vast suburban structure, its skylights open to the outside and sunbeams streaming beautifully down. Tera felt largely neutral toward the existence of this mall, though very positive toward the fact that it was the only place around to shop for lingerie. She liked the fact that Bonne Femme, the expensive “intimates boutique,” had a big enough and private enough dressing room that Luis could be admitted to sit with her while she tried on lingerie for him.

Tera knew from experience—she often slipped away and went there in the middle of the day when Luis was at work—that for most women, the companions who came into the fitting room to give opinions were more often girlfriends. Perhaps it was a little scandalous in this drab suburb that Luis was often there with her as she tried on a whole parade of sweet nothings. But the store clerks did not know that Luis insisted on snapping photos of each outfit on his cell phone as Tera tried it on. “So I can recall what worked and what didn’t,” he said. “For when I’m deciding what you’ll wear to bed.”

Luis always decided what she’d wear at night. It aroused Tera intensely to put on exactly the lingerie he specified, in exactly the way he ordered. Almost as much as it turned her on to try it on for him.

In the end, he’d bought her several new garter belts, a cute little bustier, a white rhinestone-studded merry widow, a corset, and three cute see-through nighties. They were all very slutty—extremely suggestive. Tera had very much enjoyed looking at herself in the full-length mirror while Luis sat there, wearing his suit even though it was Saturday—the son of a bitch always wore a suit.

Occasionally, when Tera was “between outfits”—meaning she was stark naked except for her high-heeled shoes—Luis would finger her a little, just to keep things interesting.

If the ladies who worked at the shop thought something dirty was going on in the fitting room, they didn’t say a word.

At least, not to the couple. Perhaps the clerks knew they could count on a very large sale. Or perhaps they wished to save their gossipy comments for each other, after Tera and Luis had left. Regardless, they left with their arms full of packages—hundreds of dollars’ worth of pet wear for Luis’s favorite pet. Only one thing remained.

“Let’s buy you a collar,” purred Luis softly, as he guided his excited girlfriend toward Pet Parade.

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