But I soon had other things besides alien technology to think about. When Sir put the thin golden ‘clit collar’ piece around my aching button, I nearly came from the direct stimulation of his long fingers stroking and touching me.
“Oh…Oh, Sir…Master!” I gasped, as he gently and patiently wrapped the tiny golden collar around my throbbing clit. “Please…please, I’m so close!”
“I know you are, little one—but I’m not ready for you to come just yet,” Sir told me sternly. “And that’s the purpose of the clit collar—it will heighten your sensitivity without letting you orgasm.”
“It will?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment.
“Of course.” Sir frowned at me. “It wouldn’t do to have a pet coming during a show, now would it? A Sex Pet show is about displaying one’s pet—not pleasuring her, after all.”
“I don’tknowbecause I’ve neverbeenin one,” I pointed out sulkily—Ireallyneeded to come!
“Hmmm,” was Sir’s only reply as he finished placing the clit collar. “There…that looks lovely.” He leaned over my spread thighs and pussy, admiring his handiwork. “Now your lovely little clit and your inner cunt are fully on display. And you’ve been so good, I think I should give you a reward.”
“A…a reward?” I asked warily. “Are you going to let me come?”
“Not quite yet, little one. Remember, the clit collar will keep you from it.”
“I don’t see how it can,” I remarked. “I’m so damn close I feel likeanythingmight push me over!”
Sir smiled at me.
“Well, maybe you’ll find out for yourself. Which brings me back to your reward. I think such lovely obedience deserves a kiss, don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow at me, a mocking little grin playing around one side of his mouth.
“A kiss?” I asked uncertainly. “You mean on my…uh?”
“On your sweet, open pussy. Yes, little one. And I’ll tell you what,” he said to me. “I’ll let you rub your hot little clit against my tongue as long as you like and you can see for yourself how the clit collar functions.”
And before I could answer, he bent down and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my spread pussy.
I gasped at the intimate contact. And just as he had promised, I could feel his hot, wet tongue pressing right against my aching button.
“Oh…oh,Sir!”I moaned, wiggling my hips to rub against him. I couldn’t help myself—I wanted to show self control and just lie there, but the pleasure was too addictive. I found I was rubbing against him shamelessly and while Sir didn’t help me by licking or sucking, he didn’t move either and simply held his position, letting me work myself into a near frenzy against his tongue.
But no matter how much I rubbed or how close I got to the edge, I simply couldn’t come. It wasmaddening.
At last I stopped and lay there, panting with frustration.
“You see, little one? No orgasms until I say so,” Sir murmured, withdrawing at last and licking his lips. “Gods, your pussy makes sweet honey,” he added.
I was positively dripping by this time as well asachingwith unrequited lust.
“Are you some kind of a sadist or what?” I panted, looking up at him.
“No, I’m simply teaching you proper pet discipline,” Sir told me sternly. “A well-trained Sex Pet doesn’t come unless her Master allows it. Now, up on your hands and knees and spread your thighs wide. We must get you into proper Pet Position to display your considerable assets.”
He got me up on my hands and knees, my nipples and clit erect and my pussy spread wide.
“Sir!” I moaned softly. “Why…why is this necessary? Putting me in this position, I mean.”
“If we were really in a pet show, the judges would need to see you like this,” Sir lectured me. “While judging, they must be able to see all your assets clearly, from your large breasts and tight nipples hanging down to your slippery inner cunt and throbbing clit, little one”.
Now that he had me in position, Sir circled the bed, looking at me from all angles as though he himself was a Sex Pet judge. He touched me occasionally, reaching out to tweak one of my nipples or to gently tease my swollen button until I moaned and bucked my hips.
“No, no, little one.” Sir frowned at me disapprovingly. “You must hold still while the judges examine you.”
“Even if they touch my pussy?” I demanded.
“Especiallyif they touch your pussy,” Sir said sternly. “A good judge will want to check for wetness and depth, you know. Like this.” And he thrust two long fingers deep in my open cunt, making me moan and gasp. “No, little one—you mustn’t make a sound,” he warned me, withdrawing his fingers. “A good pet lets herself be examined and judged without a word. Now, let’s try again.”