Distractors


Fred went home soon after that and started putting electrical tape on his placemat.

At dinner, the carrier was clipped to the table at his elbow. When food was served, she came out. She carefully stayed inside the black and yellow ‘danger’ lines on the edge of the placemat.

He pushed a morsel of meat to the edge of his plate. She stabbed that with a toothpick and retreated to her carrier to eat it. Tyler glared at her the entire time she was visible.

At bedtime, she lay limp and docile across his pillow as he undressed her. He peeled the brassiere up and off, then removed her panties. She thought about resisting, but only because it would have been so futile. She wasn’t sure if he would understand it, though.

She lay under his gaze as he inspected her. He took each ankle between thumb and finger and spread her legs.

“Like the view?” she asked.

“I never really noticed the extent of your, uh, your hair… Down there,” he said.

“Is that a compliment on my breasts?” she asked, cupping the distractors.

He smiled. “It’s just all so new to me, I guess,” he said. “Owning a pet, touching a woman, satisfying a partner.”

“Ah. About that,” she said.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, there’s a learning curve for sex, Master.”

He lowered her legs gently and touched fingertips to her breasts. “I like curves.”

“Great. Roll over and put me on your face,” she commanded. Then she covered her mouth with a hand. “um, Please, Master?”

He laughed at her contrition, then picked her up, holding her carefully as he rolled over. “Go ahead and talk like you have something to teach me, Princess,” he said. “I so command it.”

“Well, in that case, shut up, Fred, and stick out your tongue!” she said cheerfully. She smiled as he obeyed. “Now, it’s not enough to just push your tongue into a woman’s pussy,” she lectured. “Or against it…”

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Princess found that having a six-story tall giant at her beck and call was almost as exciting as being at the same giant’s mercy.

It wasn’t quite as freeing, being in charge. Being held down, or even held, put everything in Fred’s responsibility. Being in charge put two people’s pleasure on her shoulders.

Lucky for her, Fred was easily pleased. Coo or purr or scream ‘yes, yes, just like that’ while kicking your feet furiously against his cheeks and he was a willing slave.

Well, ‘slave’ might be too strong a word. He was a conscientious student until he decided it was ‘Fred Time.’

Then he took charge again, lowering her to his raging hard-on. Tonight, she crouched over his balls. All he could see was her knees and hands.

He found it difficult to follow what she was doing to him. “What are you doing to me?” he asked.

“Which thing?” she shouted back. “I’m licking your foreskin, I’m rubbing your shaft and I’m dripping on your balls. Or I would be if you didn’t need me to narrate the sex!”

“Aaaah,” he said, leaning back on the pillow, eyes closed.

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Index

88. Toyed

90. Traps