Mistress Ruby & Her Pet Nathaniel

[Ruby]

Part 2 - Written by Nathaniel:

“Oh pet,” she smiled down at me. “I do think you are a keeper, despite your awkwardness.”

“Thank you, Miss…”

“You do realize, you will have to be punished for the failure of the challenge?”

“Oh yes, Miss.” I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Let me free your arms, I want you to service me with those wonderful hands of yours.”

“It will be my pleasure, Miss.”

“And mine as well, to be sure. Take off your top, pet, I want to see your tits.”

“Yes, Miss, of course.” As demurely as possible, I complied. She hefted each of my breasts, tweaking the nipples.

“You know, pet, I do believe they are getting larger!”

“Are they, Miss?” I was amazed, and perhaps even thrilled.

“Yes. They definitely are. Perhaps all this attention has caused a growth spurt? Well, there is only one thing we can possibly do about that, you know?”

“Miss?”

“Much more of the same!” She laughed as she slapped them from side to side.

Part 3: Ruby writes and plays with her pretty pet

My lovely pet winced and I cooed soothing words, playing with his hair, fondling his luscious breasts. He was in the perfect state of arousal, confined by his own bondage, but panting quite nicely. Every now and then he licked his lips, the nervous habit something I would allow as long as that tongue stayed in view. His eyes were fixed on mine, wherever I looked and that pleased me greatly.

“Reach into my left pocket and we’ll start your punishment.”

His eyes widened, nostrils flared at that. Perhaps he didn’t think I’d really punish him for such little mistakes, but then again, he knew me. I, too, have a dark side. Hands shaking he pulled out the two silver nipple clamps I’d put in the left pocket in case he failed in his task.

The clamps were made for light intensity play, yet the chain between them could be quite wicked. Like me. Of course, he needed to be prepped.

“Hold still, pet,” I said leaning forward, deliberately pinching his already pointed tips between my middle fingers and thumbs. A light whimper escaped his parted lips and I pulled him toward me by the tips of his breasts. It hurt too much for him to stay leaning back and he knew me well enough to lean forward.

“Kiss, me, pet,” I whispered into his ear, licking it before saying, “you may thank me for your punishment later.”

He tilted his head and I pinched the tips of his breasts a bit harder.

“Ahhhhh.”

What a lovely sound. Not quite a complaint, but clearly, he was hurting. I deliberately ground myself into his thick groin and pressed my lips to his. Like a good boy, he put his tongue in my mouth and let me suck on it. I worked myself into a nice rhythm, sucking, pinching, and rubbing. He had to lean forward and put his hands on either side of me to keep his balance.

When I thought his breasts couldn’t take anymore punishment, I broke the kiss and put my hands on his shoulders, easing him back to his knees. A light sheen of sweat covered him, and I leaned forward to flick my tongue on his chest and taste him. The smell of leather and his scent was distracting, yet I was on a mission.

He held out his hands and I took the clamps from him, holding them in the light for him to study.

“You may look, sweet angel.”

His eyes took in the silver, following the long chain between them. Then he looked back to me, his eyes lit in excitement, a smile on those beautiful full pouty lips.

“Hands behind your neck, love, chest out.”

He moves so gracefully, like a dancer. I enjoy watching him move, the way his breasts point towards me. Taking my time, I secured each clip to nipple of each breast. I’m careful not to let them bite into his delicate skin, but ensure that they are tightly fastened.

“Head down, pet.”

There was no hesitation on his part, and I was suddenly looking at a wealth of blond hair.

“Open your mouth.”

He did and in went the chain.

“Bite it, pet. Hold it in your teeth.”

If he raised his head to look at me, he would be pulling on his own nipples.

“Very nice. Now I want you over my lap.”

I smiled, knowing he would struggle to fulfill that request. It was near impossible with his hands behind his neck, yet I knew he would try. When he made a movement to raise himself, I put my hands on his, holding him in place.

“I want you punished, pet, not damaged. Lower your arms and arrange yourself for me.”

Removing my hands from his, I settled into the couch and he gently lowered himself across my legs. His hands went to the floor to keep him from crushing me and I heard him yelp. The chain had certainly been pulled.

“We’re not going to wait for punishment day, love. I’d rather punish you as we go along. I think you need some help keeping that chain in your mouth.”

Reaching into my raincoat, I pulled out a pair of panties I’d worn the last time he made me wet over the phone. I pushed the panties into his mouth, causing the chain to go farther back and his head to lower a bit.

“Perfect, now you’re ready for your spanking.”

Laughing, I caressed his bottom. Oh, it wouldn’t hurt, I couldn’t spank that hard through his sexy hot pants. The punishment would be his doing.

“Every time I spank you, I want you to raise your head for me. Understood.”

He nodded and I began.

Whack!

He raised his head obediently, and I heard a muffled yelp.

“Nine more, pet, then I want to see how hard you are for me.”

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

His arms flexed, his legs shook, yet he continued to punish himself far better than I ever could.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

He squirmed a bit and I reached under him to make sure the clamps hadn’t come loose. Just to make him wait, I took my time and pinched the clamps around his nipples, rubbing the round exposed tip of each breast. When he sighed into my hands, I continued the spanking.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

He rubbed himself into me and I laughed. The punishment – if we could really call it that – was having its desired effect. His rampant erection was straining to break free of its bondage.

“Very nicely done, pet,” I said, taking the panties out of his mouth and removing the chain. “What do you have to say?”

“Thank you for the punishment, Miss.”

“You’re welcome, love. Now, I want you to stand in front of me, between my legs. Give me your best inspection pose.”

It wasn’t going to be easy. Those heels were a bitch, but he gracefully climbed off me and stood as directed. With his hands behind his neck, head straight, his eyes looking into mine, he assumed the position. The nipple clamps and chain were a delightful ornament. His legs were spread about hip length apart and his groin was thrust forward awaiting my inspection.

A tear had fallen down his cheek, whether from pain or happiness, I couldn’t tell, but his eyes were shining with love. Ah, I had so many plans for my sweet angel.

(C) 2005 Ruby Bloodstone - All Rights Reserved.

[Ruby]

Part 4: Nathaniel writes

“Now my pet, I want you to strip for me.”

Blushing, I managed to get to my feet. I managed to peel myself out of the few remaining clothes. My cock sprang free from its bondage. Miss smiled as she saw the penis quiver and become erect.

“Look at yourself in the mirror, Pet.”

I turned and faced the full length mirror. My long blonde hair fell to just below my shoulders. Fine by nature, my brushing of it had fluffed it out and shampooing had added body. It curled at the ends and edges. I shook my head slowly and felt the hair rub my back and shoulders. I loved the feeling, the sensuous caress. My blue eyes were bright with lust, my fair skin, blushing bright with my passions. I licked my full lips again and again, but it never seemed enough. The blush extended down to my chest, down to the swell of my breasts; my breasts, my amazing, humiliating, my bizarre breasts. Each jutted out from my chest, each a full D cup. My nipples were erect, and so sensitive. I was afflicted with gynocomastica, from childhood I had developed female breasts. Miss was fond of them.

My waist didn’t exactly curve but my hips did have a girlish flair. I had a penchant for moving them in a way Miss found amusing. My more traditional equipment was present, and at the moment, at attention. My penis was about six inches long when erect, and fairly thick. When flaccid it could shrink to half that length. My pubic hair was blonde, like the rest of me, and also fine. My legs were slender and helped give me my 5 foot 7 inch height.

Ruby writes:

"Do you have any idea how precious you are to me, Pet?" I asked.

It wasn't a trick question, but I could see his body shudder. He didn't know whether I wanted him to answer or not.

"Very precious, indeed," I said quickly.

He sighed relief. Slowly I stood and crossed the short distance between us. Pressing my chest into his back, I reached around and ran my fingers across his soft skin.

"Very precious."

(C) 2005 Ruby Bloodstone - All Rights Reserved.

[Ruby]

Ruby writes...

"What shall we do next, Pet?" I ask, my hands tracing his shoulders.

"Are you ready to eat, Miss? I've prepared dinner," he responds.

"The thought of the lovely you,
dressed for serving,
taking your time about feeding your miss,
yummy.

I imagine, tying you to a chair with silk cords,
securing your ponytail to the back of the chair so you can't put your head too far down,
then inviting in a few ladies to help feed you and keep you ready for me.

Mmmmmm......

They would coo over you,
such a good boy,
perhaps one would have her own pet shackled and nearby,
watching shyly, yet hungrily,
wanting to be in your spot,
but not yet allowed the pleasure.

We'd sit around the table,
enjoying the dessert you've made, with coffee and tea.
The other pet would be serving, something you desire to do,
but you are busy being hand fed and fussed over.

Your ribbon bounces between your legs,
your nipples are hard like pebbles,
so tempting to taste,
that I don't bother to hold back,
yet instead lean my head down to suckle you.

One of the ladies whispers naughty things in your ear,
telling you what she wants to do to you,
while the other feeds you another bite of dinner.

Your hands grip the chair,
your hips are bucking,
pleasing me with your excitement,
knowing I like you to wiggle I trace your hard cock with my fingertips.
Your chest is thrust forward.
What a delightful site you make.

Mmmmmm......"

"May I dress you for dinner, Miss?"

"Yes, Nat. That would be very nice. Let's move to the bedroom and you may select something from the closet."

(C) 2005 Ruby Bloodstone - All Rights Reserved.

A potential outfit for Pet to wear while serving dinner courtesy: http://ww2.sextoysex.com/sex/start/v...pnum=SE4014-03

I think it would show off his attributes quite nicely, both the erection and the chest. Then again, I may have to put him into a frilly apron with leggings....mmmmm....so many choices.

[learningtopleez]

Dearest Mistress Ruby and Nathaniel,

First off I would like to offer my apologies for having missed this thread, or the continuation of it thus far! However Nathaniel, this story that you have begun to write and that has continued here for us to enjoy...is just freakin' awesome!! The two of you tell a story that is full of passion, erotica, and love! It has been my pleasure to read it in it's entirety tonight!

Oh yeah...and I'd love to stop by for dinner another time....if you decide to continue!

hugs and kisses
~ltp~

[Ruby]

LTP, thank you for accepting our invitation. We now have 3 guests coming. I'm looking forward to your visit.

All,

As we take this little break in our story, if anyone else would like to join us, please send me a PM anytime. We can always have surprise guests. It's what makes a round robin fantasy so much fun.

By the way: the writing for this story is done behind the scenes. The plan is that we will post story sections when other members of our writing have had the chance to review and approve it. This way, no one's limits - real or virtual - are being crossed.

[Sam'sJasmine]

Miss Ruby this sounds like a fun time, I would love to join the group.

Your adventures are wonderful. A wonderful Miss and delightful Pet.

What shall I bring...mmmmm.....desert perhaps..........

[fluff]

There's some great artwork there - I particularly like the effect on the shoes.