Ma’am was waiting for a phone call when she called Pet to her office.
“I need to keep myself occupied while I wait for this callback, come sit next to me.”
Pet felt confused but did what she was told. She smoothed her skirt under her and sat next to Ma’am on the sofa. Ma’am put her arm around her and gave her a proud smile, “Good girl. I like the way that blue brings the depths out in your eyes. Pretty as the day I saw you on the pier. We need to visit there again. Don’t we?”
Pet nodded. But did not speak. Pet hardly ever spoke. So when Ma’am spoke, she made sure to express listening with body language.
Ma’am’s eyes went down Pet’s blouse like a caress, or like she was undressing her, one button at a time. Pet ran her hands over the shiny buttons and Ma’am nodded. “Slowly…”
And as Pet slowly released one button, then another, Ma’am’s breath hitched and she licked her full lips, “That’s a good girl. That’s Ma’am’s good girl, keep going.”
That edge of command in her voice made Pet’s heart pitter-patter in a way that sent a jolt to her cunt. But she obeyed. Pet always obeyed Ma’am to the best of her ability.
The buttons were down to her navel now, the shirt open, and the lace of Pet’s bra was a bright red, that was nearly flagrant. Ma’am reached out to gently touch Pet’s wrist. “Are you wearing that red bra I got for you specifically for when we visit the dungeons, Pet?”
Pet’s dark eyes went wide, and her aquatic second eyelid blinked nervously. Even though she wasn’t looking at Ma’am, she knew Ma’am had noticed the nervous behavior.
“Answer me, Pet.”
The other woman nodded. Ma’am tsked. “Well, we are not at the dungeon, right now, are we, Pet?”
Pet shook her head quickly.
“Take the bra off, Now.”
Without missing a beat, the submissive wiggled out of the bra and then replaced the sleeves of the blouse over her arms, folding the bra neatly under her folded hands in her lap. Her anxiety ranted at her for having forgotten that small detail. She felt foolish, but Ma’am’s eyes were on her exposed breasts now. Her heart was racing. And she knew Ma’am could hear that as well. It was part of the attraction. It wasn't until their third date, when Pet stayed over for the first time, that she learned why.
Her Ma’am was a very powerful vampiress and she had chosen Pet to be her personal donor, along with her personal… other things. She marked the occasion by giving her a beautiful collar (so that no one had access to that beautiful neck except Ma’am) and supplied her with a whole wardrobe of layered historical clothing. And today was laundry day, she should have remembered about the bra. It was in that worrying loop of thought that Pet was trapped in when Ma’am reached to caress one of Pet’s breasts. Idly massaging the fullness of it.
Pet bit her lip. It felt good feeling Ma’am’s strong hands massage the sensitive flesh of her breast, she felt wibbly and alert at the same time. There was a small squeak of arousal that slipped out as Ma’am’s digital attention moved to playing with Pet’s nipple. The twist of her two fingers wiggling the soft nub to a hard point was making Pet’s panties damp and her thighs sticky. She couldn’t help the furrow of her brow as she bit harder on her lip.
That was the moment the phone rang — a soft buzz of irritation, that made Pet gasp and her heart rate spike. Ma’am hissed in annoyance as she picked up the phone and her ‘work voice’ took over, yet she did not remove her hand from Pet’s breast. No, in fact, she moved to the other one, massaging and squeezing and then light touches, scrapes of the partially shifted vampiric claws around her areola, the slight pricks sooo close to the pert and proudly pointed nipple, were making Pet wetter and wetter. Her gaze was getting blurry, but she knew she had to be quiet while Ma’am was on the phone.
Ma’am laughed, a thread of power laced in the sound, and the sound-sensitive ears of Pet picked up not only the vampiric pulse of power but the infrasonic bass underneath. The sound curled around her bones and made out with the marrow and made her want to fucking sing. She wanted to sing at how good she felt being next to her Ma’am, her powerful hand giving her sensitive spots attention, her voice caressing her deeper, it was like she was stroking her mind, body, and soul all at once. She got lost in the sensation, not caring about the words Ma’am was saying, just listening to the Tide of her voice the dips and tones and crests and folds around each letter, the pattern of forced breath that Ma’am didn’t really need but performed to push the face of humanity for the sake of the humans.
Pet was startled back to reality when the soft sound of the red bra falling to the hardwood floor sent panic to her already-drenched sex, Ma’am squeezed Pet’s breast, so as to punctuate her displeasure at the bra falling onto the floor in such a distracting way while she was on the phone. Pet swallowed the apologetic whimper that wanted to slip from between her lips and grit her teeth to make sure her very breath didn’t make more noise as Ma’am talked pleasantly and politely on the phone for a few moments more. And then she hung up and set the phone on the arm of the sofa and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She needed to feed. The thud-thud-thud of Pet’s erratic pulse was making her mouth water. She wanted to rip the collar free and leave fang marks from her neck to her breast all the way down til she was feeding on that decadent vein that ran from her inner thigh to her dripping wet sex. She wanted to devour the little guppy like the midnight banquet she was.
“Pick that bra up off the floor and put it in the hamper. You probably have laundry to turn over from the machine, don’t you? Make sure that bra is in the next load,” she said in a firm, hard tone.
Pet winced but managed to make it look like a bow as she quickly grabbed the bra and made her way out of the office. She didn’t even get to check the sofa, she knew she was very wet now. She didn’t want to stain Ma’am’s sofa, but when she said to do something that meant immediately without question unless it was to ask for clarity.
Ma’am was very clear.
Stupid bra.
Why didn’t Pet remember about the bra?
She felt a little deflated, her body felt starved and oversensitive. She desperately wanted an orgasm. Wanted that happy feeling of Ma’am being proud of her. And right now she had neither. But she wouldn’t cry. It was too dry outside lately, she couldn’t afford to lose the moisture. She really did need to soak in the sea to refresh the moisture sacs in her scales. Ma’am did mention they could go by the pier soon. That small hope was enough to keep Pet going to tend to her chores and duties about the house.
It was barely an hour later while Pet was folding towels and putting them in the closet that she heard Ma’am’s footsteps again. She couldn’t help her pulse, she never could. She didn’t know whether to be hopeful or worried at the approach of her Ma’am. But she was only disappointed when she heard Ma’am go into her room and shut the door without a word.
Pet folded the rest of the towels and was about to check the dryer when she heard Ma’am call out for her.
By name.
“Egeria… Come to me. Come to my room.”
Pet hesitated. Her heart felt like it was going to catapult her to the Domme’s room before her feet got the memo, and she very klutzily entered the room, by falling into the door. She straightened herself and smoothed her skirt before giving a curtsey.
There was the sound of the creak from the bed as Ma’am sat down upon it. “You stained my sofa with your salty, siren cunt juice. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Pet’s eyes went wide and she felt immobile, not sure if she should kneel and crawl and beg for forgiveness or not.
“More importantly, did you think you were going to get away with leaving your salt on my satin sofa without punishment, Pet?”
She used the role again and Pet felt a bit of her anxiety fade enough that she glanced a tiny peak at her Ma’am. She was smirking. And she tilted her head to show that she had caught the mermaid trying to peek and look at her. Ma’am so sparingly received the honor of looking into those depths that she wasn’t going to admonish her for looking. Let the siren look, let her admire, let her worship. After all, that was what they both wanted. Each other.
“Get over my knee. Now… I want your ass warmed up for me before I feed.”
Pet walked across the room and then hiked up her skirt, and removed her undergarments before she awkwardly moved to lay across Ma’am’s lap. The sight of the bare ass summoned a sort of snarl of arousal from the vampiress. It was like she was a slow-cooked meal, with that anxious pulse, her dutiful devotion, and eagerness to please, and that ripe pull of the depths of the sea that was her very nature all brewed to perfection. It made Ma’am’s fangs press into her gums. She ran her hand over her Pet's bare bottom, caressing it before she struck one spank down on her flesh.
Pet grunted from the pain. She couldn’t help making noises when she was given pain. After simmering in paused pleasure for a while, the pain only woke up the coiled tension of the need for orgasm inside her. The echoes of the contact were just slowing their aftershock ripples before Ma’am struck again, harder this time and Pet made more grunting sounds. Her sex clenched, and the thud-thud-thud of her pulse felt like it took up a second residence in her clit.
Spank
Spank
Spank
The three heavy slaps across her ass, now made Pet moan a sort of sailing whimper of a note. Her breath was hard now. The pain was clashing with the pleasure in the rising tide of sensations in her body — some sort of storm was going to break soon — the thunder in her clit was getting more and more intense as …
Spank
Spank
Spank
Spank
Spank
“AH!” the abrupt cry sang out of Pet as she started to shiver and shake from the climax that crooned a serenade of cathartic cries from the mermaid, and Ma’am did not stop spanking. Her bestial growls and snarls had her spanking Pet as a way of tenderizing her meal, which she really fucking needed.
Spank… Spank… Spank… Spank… Spank…
And then just as abruptly, Ma’am brought the spank-sensitized backside to her mouth, sinking her fangs in deep as if it were a ripe fruit. Pet made a sort of haunting howl as her expression flowered into an expression of pure bliss while Ma’am fed… and fed… and fed…
The next night, Pet woke up in her own bed, feeling happy and sore in the best of ways. There was a note on the nightstand in Ma’am’s handwriting.
I never want you to feel that I have taken you for granted, Pet. So thanks for last night. I made you a light breakfast: bagels and lox with extra vitamins. Remind me to not go longer than a week between feeds. We’re having dinner at the Pier tonight. This time, please do wear that red bra. I've got something special in mind for dessert. You did wash it like I asked you to, didn’t you?
