#aaaahh just one more chapter
Mark and Gemma get a Pet - p XXXI
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(Just one more chapter to go… Hope you enjoy!!)
Cw for BBU, pet whump, conditioned and messy whumpee mindset, dubcon stripping
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“Smile, Ira.” She did. It wasn’t much effort, these days. Ms Gemma was pleased with her, and Ira was so happy, it made her stomach hurt sometimes. “Turn your head to the side? Perfect.”
Yesterday, Ms Gemma had been out with her friends. She had been a little different that day, irritated and emotional, and Ira had been stressed, too. She hated being alone, without her owner. Still, it was better being alone by herself than being alone with Mr Mark, she’d told herself. It wasn’t appropriate for a pet to judge her owners, but Ms Gemma insisted that Mr Mark had never actually been her owner; and Ms Gemma hated him so deeply that Ira decided it might be okay for her to dislike him in her own right.
“Chin up,” Ms Gemma said and snapped another photo. Her voice was a little hoarse. Ira suspected it was due to the hangover. She’d prepared some pills and isotonic drinks for Ms Gemma in the morning, and then they’d shared fries for lunch, which Ms Gemma would usually never do. Ira had liked it a lot.
“Strip.”
Ira tilted her head and cast Ms Gemma a coy smile, before she took the seam of her dress and slipped it off in one slow, languid motion.
“Oh wow,” Ms Gemma whispered. “That was lovely. Wait, do it again, I’ll make a video.”
Ira repeated it with ease, shy smile, downcast gaze, fluid movements, a sequence of motions and gestures deeply ingrained in her. She’d trained it to perfection. Good pet.
Gemma sighed contently. “Sweet. Yes, that’ll do nicely. They’ll love it.”
Ira blushed a little, a little learned, a little genuine. It didn’t matter who “they” were, she reminded herself. The only thing that mattered was her owner’s approval.
She ran her hands down over her sides, fingers brushing over her breasts, her belly, until her thumbs hooked into her lace panty. She looked at Ms Gemma, while she rolled her hips and slid the panty down slowly.
“Oh, oh no,” Ms Gemma hurried to say and slipped the broken phone into her pocket. “No this is not porn! It’s enough, Ira!”
Ms Gemma stepped forward and pulled up the panty again. Her hands lingered on Ira’s hips for a second, warm and gentle and Ira couldn’t help but moan softly. Ms Gemma was so beautiful. It felt so good to be touched.
“You are truly precious, aren’t you?” Ms Gemma whispered, and ran her hands up over her, following the lines of her scars. When she fondled her breasts, Ira’s head fell back and she closed her eyes, ready to give in to whatever her owner wanted.
Gemma’s hand wandered up over her sternum, until it met the collar. “I didn’t, at first, but I can see how people pay money for this.”
“I’m made to fulfil your every desire,” Ira mumbled, desperate for more touch. “Please, Ms Gemma. Allow me to please you.”
“Later.” A finger hooked into her collar, and Ms Gemma pulled her down to press a short kiss onto her lips. “I’ll have to finish some transaction on my computer first. But we’ll cuddle after.”
Ira fought back her disappointment when Ms Gemma pulled back and tried to focus on the lingering memory on her lips.
“Yes, Ms Gemma. What… What do you want me to do until then?”
Ms Gemma went down to pick up the discarded dress to hand it back, taking her body in with another appreciative look. “Get decent and then, well, whatever pets do to relax. I have no need for you. Just… Enjoy yourself.”
Ira frowned and gestured vaguely between her legs. “En… Enjoy myself like…?”
“Hell, no! Gross. No. Read a book or watch TV, or…” She ran a hand through her ginger hair and Ira winced at her impatience, tried to calm her heartbeat. Everything was fine. “Whatev, I’ll just turn something on for you.”
Ira nodded nervously. She felt her owner’s eyes on her, more thoughtful than usual. “You so peculiar, Ira. You know what? I might even miss you a little.”
Ira bit her lips. That was wrong. She should miss her owner, not the other way around. “I can…. I can come to the office with you?”
For some reason, that made Ms Gemma chuckle and ruffle Ira’s hair. “Not like this, bab-, pet. Just wait here and be good, alright?”
Ira nodded eagerly and sat down on the edge of the couch.
She’d be good. And then they’d cuddle.
Everything was perfect.
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