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MY PET An Ellora’s Cave Publication, June 2005 Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc. 1337 Commerce Drive, #13 Stow, OH 44224 ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0235-0 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML MY PET Copyright © 2005 J.W. MCKENNA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously. Edited by Mary Moran . Cover art by Syneca . Warning: The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. My Pet has been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers. Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E- rotic), and X (X-treme). S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination. E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as “fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature. X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart. MY PET J.W. McKenna Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: University of Cincinnati: University of Cincinnati Grateful Dead: Grateful Dead Productions Honda Accord: Honda Motor Co., Ltd. Corporation Ben & Jerry: Ben & Jerry’s Homemade Holdings, Inc. My Pet Chapter One “Are you ready to obey, my pet?” The words came across the screen, sending a thrill through Annette Ryder. She had been corresponding with “Mr. Paul” for two months now, falling deeper under his spell. He was a Dom, of course. Meeting him had been the next logical step in her self- education. Her long-suppressed urgings had finally surfaced last year, leading her to explore BDSM websites, to see if she could better understand her feelings of submissiveness. At first, she had only been drawn to the erotic stories posted online. They spoke to her somehow, satisfying a deep yearning she couldn’t explain. Her favorite stories explored women who were captured, tied-up, overpowered or made to obey a strong, handsome man. Reading them, her imagination worked overtime, and she always could bring herself to a very satisfying orgasm. It went against everything she had been taught, yet it remained, gnawing at her, making her feel incomplete somehow. Annette couldn’t explain why she felt this way—she didn’t consider herself a woman with a low self-esteem as she imagined many submissives might be. She was a cute, petite, ash blonde with medium-sized, well-shaped breasts and a “tushy” that made men drool. She had been a gymnast when she was in high school and now, at age twenty-seven, she still kept herself in good shape through diet and exercise. She enjoyed holding her own among men at her job as a secretary at a large office. She dated, but did not surrender herself to men. She considered herself to be an independent woman. Yet there remained a part of her that wanted a strong, handsome man to take her— rip off her clothes, wrap her up in his arms, toss her down on the bed and thrust himself into her like an animal, his big cock sliding into her wetness, filling her up. He’d ignore her bleating protests and fuck her like she was meant to be fucked. If she fought too hard, he’d spank her as well, until her ass glowed red and she begged him to stop. He would own her. She would be his toy, to be used at his pleasure. The mere thought made her wet and fueled many a late-night, erotic fantasy. After several months, secretly reading stories online and masturbating regularly, she began to desire more. The stories had become too static, too safe. She needed someone to share her thoughts and secrets with. That led to further exploration into the heart of BDSM chat rooms. When she had first met Mr. Paul, she’d been extremely cautious. After all, he could be a pervert or a FBI agent for all she knew. So they talked at length before she began to open up. They emailed at first, but later switched to IMs. She didn’t reveal her secret longing for weeks—she only hinted and teased. But Mr. Paul could sense it, she knew. 5 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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