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My Submissive Pet: Jill Submits to the Passionate Tutelage of Her Master and Bull
She was but a vessel for their pleasure; her only purpose was to submit to their every carnal whim.
If you haven’t read the first part yet, it’s worth checking out to see how they got started. But if you’re jumping into this new chapter, get ready for more exciting adventures without needing the backstory.
Jill lay back eagerly, legs parted in invitation. Tyler knelt between them, massaging her swollen clit with practiced strokes.
“You’re so wet for us already, pet,” he praised huskily. Jill writhed at his touch, small mewls escaping her lips.
Meanwhile, Mike positioned himself above her head, offering his thick cock to her mouth. Jill took him down her throat hungrily as Tyler slid two fingers inside her dripping channel.
She moaned around Mike’s length, the dual stimulation bringing her swiftly to the brink. Tyler crooked his fingers expertly, hitting that delightful spot within as she cried out around Mike’s cock pulsating in her mouth.
Waves of ecstasy ripped through Jill’s muscles, clenching Tyler’s hand. Her orgasm triggered Mike’s release down her throat in hot spurts. Jill swallowed greedily, rippling aftershocks still claiming her satiated body.
As Jill floated down in a post-bliss haze, Mike and Tyler curled protectively around her. “You please us beyond words, pet,” Mike praised, kissing her gently.
Jill smiled contentedly, cherished between her devoted masters. She knew this night would fuel passionate memories for days to come.
In the afterglow of passion spent, Jill cuddled between Mike and Tyler, basking in the devotion of her master. As their heart rates slowed, desire began to stir once more.
Tyler began caressing Jill’s curves, massaging her supple breasts, and pinching her pebbled nipples delicately. “Our little pet is insatiable,” he said, his dark gaze flickering with dominance. “Perhaps she needs further handling.”
Jill whimpered softly, already aroused by his words. Mike retrieved a silk scarf, skillfully securing Jill’s wrists behind her back. His touch lingered over her submissive surrender, making her quiver.
“Bring our pet her reward,” Mike ordered Tyler, who fetched a sizeable dildo. Jill squirmed deliciously, awaiting her master’s attention.
Tyler presented the toy to Jill’s swollen lips. “Suck it well and prepare yourself for deep penetration.” Jill obeyed hungrily, coating the toy under Tyler’s watchful eye.
Once glistening, Tyler slid the toy slowly inside Jill’s bound, wriggling form as Mike gripped her breasts firmly. Pleasure built exquisitely as her masters took control of her enslaved body. Jill was theirs to use as they saw fit, and it sent her spiraling once more.
Jill floated in a blissful haze as her master toyed with her still-quivering body. Being so thoroughly under their control stoked the fires of her submission beyond any boundary yet known.
Suddenly Tyler withdrew the toy, dark eyes glittering. “I believe our pet is ready for proper stuffing.” Jill whimpered eagerly as he knelt, exposing his thick length.
Mike slid behind her, massaging her breasts possessively. “Take him slowly. Savor every inch.” Jill obeyed, lowering onto Tyler’s impressive girth with a long, blissful groan.
Once fully seated, Jill rolled her hips in primal rhythm as Tyler filled her perfectly. Mike bit her neck dominantly, staking his claim as she serviced their shared needs. Jill was but an object of carnal pleasure for her master, and it made her ache for completion.
Tyler soon met her wild bucking with deep, forceful thrusts. The sound of flesh smacking filled the room, along with Jill’s unchecked cries. Mike played with her clit expertly, driving her higher.
With a primal howl, Jill climaxed violently around Tyler’s pulsing cock. Her masters soon followed, coating her insides possessively as orgasmic spasms wracked her ravaged body. Jill slipped into subspace, thralldom’s ecstasy complete.
In the afterglow of passion spent, Jill lay sated between her masters, body heavy yet mind abuzz. She loved surrendering fully to Mike and Tyler but felt longing to know them deeper as individuals too.
Opening her eyes, she caressed Mike’s cheek softly. “Tell me about your day, darling. I want to hear everything, no matter how mundane.”
Mike blinked in surprise at her interest, then smiled warmly. He launched into details of work meetings, gossip with colleagues, and musings on current events. Jill hung on every word, seeing glimpses of the man beneath her master.
Then she turned to Tyler, giving him the same undivided focus. He spoke of hobbies, family anecdotes, and ambitions deferred due to caring for them. Jill’s heart swelled hearing his passion for life outside the bedroom.
Later, as they prepared for sleep, Jill kissed them each tenderly. “Thank you for letting me glimpse deeper parts of you today. I cherish knowing you fully as my devoted partners.”
Mike and Tyler embraced her tightly and overcame her. “We’re grateful for your light in our lives too, darling,” said Tyler softly. Jill knew their bond extended far beyond pleasure; it was a love that stood the test of time.
In the weeks that followed, Jill’s submission to her masters deepened as their bond of trust and care grew. Each act of intimate service to Mike and Tyler reinforced her devotion to pleasing them above all else.
One lazy Sunday, Jill knelt between Mike’s spread thighs, taking his hardening length into her mouth with practiced ease. As she brought him to full mast, his fingers threaded through her hair in gentle guidance.
“You please me so well,” Mike sighed. Jill hummed contentedly around his girth, eyes flickering up to meet his lust-darkened gaze in wordless worship.
From the bedroom doorway, Tyler admired the scene before him, stroking his own swollen cock lazily. “Our slut is such an eager cocksucker. Come service me next, little one.”
Jill reluctantly withdrew from Mike with an obscene pop, crawling obediently to Tyler’s waiting erection. She took him to the hilt, moaning deliciously at his dominant praise of her oral talents.
Her master’s encouragement spurred Jill to new depths of debauchery, desperate to satisfy them fully. She was but a vessel for their pleasure; her only purpose was to submit to their every carnal whim. And it filled her with primal bliss beyond all reason.
One evening, as Jill pleasured her masters, a knock came at the door. Curious, Mike answered to find their neighbor Sandra, distress clear on her face.
“My husband’s cheating again,” she sniffed. “May I join you all for comfort?” Though caught off guard, Mike didn’t wish to refuse a lady in need.
Jill tried quelling knots of jealousy as Sandra showered Mike with affection. But seeing her master’s approval ignited dormant urges within. Another to serve could satisfy them more, she thought.
That night, Jill crawled to Sandra, nuzzling her breast through her shirt. “Let me worship you too, mistress.” Sandra’s surprised moan turned passionate as Jill’s mouth traveled lower.
To Jill’s delight, Sandra yielded completely. Soon, their collective passions had the men aching on the sidelines. “More hands could bring you greater pleasures, my loves,” Jill purred.
Her master agreed, eyes alight with fresh debauchery. From there, a door opened to new depths of carnal exploration between the foursome. Jill discovered buried Sapphic talents and the joy of sharing duty among devoted partners.
Perhaps this twist of fate would unlock the gateway to ecstasies yet unimagined for them all.
In the heady weeks that followed Sandra’s induction, Jill flourished under her master’s expanded tutelage. She threw herself into cultivating carnal skills to sate their every appetite alongside her new sister-wife.
Late one sultry night, Jill rediscovered arousal’s limits as Sandra’s lips and hands taught her new dimensions of pleasure. Their sighs and sweat-slick bodies soon drew the men’s attention.
“Naughty sluts, pleasuring each other without permission,” growled Tyler, his eyes alight seeing his pet so wanton.
Mike gripped Jill’s hair, holding her mouth open before him eagerly. “You’ll need to atone for your disobedience, pet.” He fucked her throat relentlessly as Tyler took Sandra.
Jill submitted gladly to punishment and praise in equal measure. Her deepest cravings were unlocked within this Omega household — wants she’d never known.
As passions climaxed in a tangle of flesh, Jill knew life’s greatest reward lay in complete surrender — body, heart, and soul — to her bonds of deviant care and carnal rapture with those who understood her most intimate nature.
In the afterglow of shared passion, Jill lay curled into Sandra’s embrace, treasuring this newfound intimacy. She pressed gentle kisses to Sandra’s lips, relishing her soft sighs.
Nearby, Mike and Tyler watched with hunger, darkening their eyes once more. “Our pets seem quite insatiable tonight,” Mike observed with a grin.
At his words, desire stirred low in Jill’s belly again. She met Sandra’s wanting gaze, then peered at her master pleadingly. “Please, may we service you further?”
Tyler nodded approvingly. “Come pleasure us then, sluts. On your knees, facing one another.”
Jill and Sandra knelt eagerly, taking each other’s breasts in hand as their masters stood before them. Jill peppered sweet kisses along Sandra’s neck and collarbone, drawing small mewls.
Inching lower, Jill flicked her tongue over Sandra’s pebbled nipple, rolling it expertly as Sandra moaned. The heady music spurred Jill to intensify her ministrations, losing herself in the sensual dance.
She felt Mike pushing between her lips from behind, seizing a handful of her hair to guide her hungry mouth. Their combined passions wove a web of illicit rapture, binding the quartet ever tighter in thrall.
Lost in the throes of passion, Jill sucked and lapped eagerly at Sandra’s breasts, nipples pebbled hard under her ministrations. Sandra sighed blissfully, fingers tangling in Jill’s hair to guide her dedicated worship.
Behind Jill, Mike fucked her mouth steadily, hitting the back of her throat with each deep thrust. She moaned around his girth, aroused beyond measure by the dual stimulation.
Tyler watched, stroking his rigid length. “Such hungry sluts. I believe a proper reward is in order.” He motioned Jill and Sandra to the bed.
They knelt facing one another, fingers already roaming eagerly over slick flesh. Tyler took his place behind Sandra as Mike pressed against Jill from behind.
“On my count, slut,” Tyler growled to Sandra. At his command, she and Jill lowered onto the waiting cocks with matching cries of rapture.
Their masters set a punishing pace, rutting into the willing whores without restraint. Jill clutched Sandra close, swallowing her moans in fevered kisses as lust consumed them all.
This forbidden bond introduced new fulfillments beyond Jill’s wildest cravings. She was theirs, and theirs alone, to use for pleasure without limit or hesitation. Paradise could know no sweeter bliss.
Jill writhed blissfully impaled on Mike’s cock, lost in the music of skin meeting skin. Her clit rubbed deliciously against Sandra’s with every forceful thrust.
Impossibly, she was nearing the edge again already. “Please, may I cum, Master?” she begged Tyler breathlessly.
He grinned devilishly. “Not yet, pet. You must earn your release.” His command sent a fresh jolt to her throbbing nub.
Tyler gripped Sandra’s hair, pulling her into a ravenous kiss. Jill envied their embrace, her cunt clenching empty around nothing but longing.
Sensing her desperation, Mike slipped a plug tail into her spasming channel. “This will keep you stretched and aching until we permit relief,” he growled.
Jill keened wantonly at the exquisite fullness, every nerve singing. Her masters renewed their animal rutting, chasing their ends with wild abandon.
Sweat-slick flesh slapped hypnotically as sinful moans echoed off the walls. Jill thrashed like a marionette, teetering at heaven’s threshold yet barred entry into bliss.
With dual cries, her master pulsed hot seed into the greedy sluts. In that profound moment, Jill crested too — an orgasm to shame all others in memory. Paradise was found in depraved raptures beyond all imagining.
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