tigersaint

the fourteenth night:

when we meet he immediately undresses me and sets me on all fours. he circles my neck with a collar and attaches a leash. he walks me around his apt like that, he pulls the leash tight to lead me. he tells me he wants me to only approach him on my knees when i am there. he sets a saucer of milk down for me to lick while he caresses my ass and tells me that when we are alone like this, i am his pet, his favorite possession. he sits on his sofa and pats his lap for me to lay across. he strokes my back and coos to me, i writhe and purr for him. he fingers me from behind and talks to me in soft tones while i claw and moan at the furniture. he tells me to get on the floor on my knees, with the leash in my mouth while he goes to get a pen. i sit obediently for him and when he returns he leads me over to his table. he has me lay on the table while he writes out a contract on my body, detailing our obligations to each other, marking me as his, and he as mine, pet and owner. he writes the terms out carefully across my stomach, my throat, my arms and my inner thighs. he signs my left breast and i sign my right.

he begins to fuck me like that, laid out on his cold kitchen table, his hands on my hips, my hands gripping the legs to keep my balance as he slams into me.

when i cum he takes a picture of my body to hold as proof of our contract.

in the picture, you cannot see my face.