Amelia always wanted her own little sex slave. I never really understood it, but I also wouldn't want to tell her no. She was gentle enough with me, but there was a fierce look in her eye when she talked about the things she would do to a young woman -- if we could find one willing.
That was the thing about her desires: she wanted a woman eager, willing, and submissive. We were in our early thirties and comfortable with our sex life. But Amelia, ever determined, still pined away to fulfill her fantasies.
I spent the better part of two months, feeling like a creep the entire time, talking to people who might know someone who knew someone that might fit the job description. Amelia was always patient, always willing to let me take the time I needed to find her perfect little pet.
Finally, I found a girl that I thought would fit the bill: Kayla, a friend of an ex-colleague's girlfriend. Apparently the girl was as submissive as they come, but very open about what she wanted. She was just looking for someone to tell her what to do and where to do it. It was perfect!
I made the call. Amelia had been patient enough, and I thought I might finally have found our girl.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
The thing was, Amelia and I both made a decent living. She was a software engineer and I managed a large firm. We both work from home, four out of five days. We had a combined income of more than $400,000 a year. We could afford a pet.
That night, I told Amelia that we had found a girl. She was excited, anticipating the wonderful things she would do to her. We made love late into the evening, Amelia lost in daydreams of her new toy.
Kayla showed up the next day. When she knocked on the door, I let her in and brought her through the foyer into the sitting room. Amelia was there, seated on a sofa, a wicked smile on her face. She looked the young woman over before she stood up, hands on her hips, and told Kayla to kneel.
Kayla did as she was told. She sat her bags on the floor next to her and sat on her knees, legs folded beneath her. She looked absolutely stunning. I had seen her pictures, but they hadn't done her justice. She was absolutely the picture of submission. She was dressed in a black corset over a sheer black top, with a mid-length plaid skirt and black stockings. Her hair was pulled up into a cascade of red curls with blonde highlights. Her face was soft with dark eyeliner. She was absolutely beautiful.
"Do you know why you're here?" Amelia asked Kayla.
"Yes." She said softly, looking up at Amelia.
"Yes, ma'am!" Amelia corrected her. Kayla's eyes widened and she blushed, but she corrected herself immediately, a slight tremor in her voice. She sat there, her hands clasped lightly in her lap, staring up at Amelia. No longer submissive, but completely obedient.
"What's your name?" Amelia asked her.
"I'm Kayla, ma'am." She said, calm and collected.
"Age?"
"Twenty, ma'am." She responded.
I sat in an armchair nearby, watching the exchange between the two. Amelia peered over at me, a look of absolute satisfaction on her face. She turned back to face Kayla.
"Now, I'll ask you again. Do you know why you're here?"
"To serve you, ma'am." Kayla responded.
"Good girl." Amelia replied, walking to the other side of the room. She grabbed a bottle from our liquor cabinet along with a glass and poured herself a drink.
Amelia proceeded to tell Kayla everything. She told her what she had in mind, what she wanted her to do, and everything in between. Kayla regarded her mistress with an adoring look, but I could see the excitement in her eyes.
"You will do everything I say, when I say it." Amelia said, pacing back and forth in front of her.
"Yes, ma'am." Kayla said, her voice shaking with excitement.
"What you think is not important. What you want is not important. You exist to do as I say." Amelia continued, her voice growing harsher.
"Yes, ma'am." Kayla said, her eyes closed, her head titled back.
"You will be my little toy."
"Yes, ma'am, I will." Kayla responded.
"Good girl." Amelia said, reaching down and stroking Kayla's face. She smiled, her eyes closed, breath coming in small gasps.
"Adam," Amelia said, turning to me. "Show our little pet to her room."
"Of course." I said.
I stood up, motioning for Kayla to follow me. She did so happily, grabbing her bags and trailing behind me. I led her to her room, a small bedroom near ours, with a full-sized bed, a closet, and a private bathroom. It was our guest room.
She looked around, taking in the room. She turned to me, but averted her eyes, instead looking at the floor.
"Thank you, sir." She said, her voice trembling.
"You don't have to call me sir," I said. "Call me Adam. You're her pet, not mine."
"Yes, Adam." She said, her voice shaking.
"I'm going to leave you here for a bit. When Amelia calls for you, you come immediately."
"Yes, Adam." She said.
"I'm sure we'll be in to see you soon."
"Thank you, Adam." She said. I smiled, then turned and walked out of the room. I could hear Kayla's breath quicken as I left her alone.
I closed the door behind me and walked back to the sitting room. Amelia was drinking her whiskey, staring out the window at the street outside.
I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me and smiled, putting her glass down on the mantle.
"How is she?" She asked.
"Nervous." I said, smiling.
"I imagine she is."
"So, I take it you approve?" I said.
"Oh yes." Amelia said. "Adam, do you know how long it's been since I've wanted a toy of my own? I love you so much, you're the only man for me. But this young thing..." Her eyes grew distant, unfocused. She realized she had lost her train of thought and looked down, somewhat embarrassed.
"I know," I said, kissing her. "How long until you play with her?"
"Oh, I plan on making her wait in anticipation." Amelia said.
"Good." I said. "I like seeing you like this. I want to see you play with her."
"You're a bad, bad man, Adam." She said, standing up.
"I know." I said, smiling.
She kissed me deeply and let me go, walking over to the bar. She refilled her glass, then walked out of the sitting room, humming happily.
It was in the evening when Amelia and I called on her little pet. Knocking on her door, Kayla rushed to it immediately and opened it, looking at us eagerly.
"Bow your head when you open the door, pet." Amelia told her.
"Yes, ma'am." Kayla said, bowing her head.
"Now, here's the order of events," Amelia said, gently touching Kayla's chin and raising her face to meet eyes, "I want you clean. Bathe and then join us in the sitting room. Do not make us wait long. You were told to bring an outfit that you look best in, something red. I expect it to not disappoint me."
"Yes, ma'am." Kayla said, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Good." Amelia said. She turned to me. "This one is going to be fun."
"I'm looking forward to it." I said, smiling.
We left the room and Kayla closed the door behind us. I heard the shower start a moment later. Amelia and I sat down in the sitting room, waiting for Kayla to finish. We talked about our plans for her, what we wanted her to do, what to expect.
"I think I will sit this one out," I said. Amelia looked taken aback.
"What?" She asked. "You don't want to play?"
"She's your pet, dear." I said. "I think the first time should be all for you."
Amelia smiled at me, her eyes gazing lovingly at me. "Okay, but I can't wait to see all the things you'll do to her once she's broken in."
"You won't have to wait long." I said.
A few minutes later, we heard Kayla enter the sitting room. She walked in, her head bowed, and stood before us. She was dressed in dark red, lingerie, a little bow tied around her neck in matching colors. She had thigh high, sheer stockings on. She looked up at us shyly and I let out a small whistle. She looked fantastic.
"Very nice." Amelia said. "Adam, she's not disappointing me."
"You look pretty good, doll." I said.
"Thank you, Adam." Kayla said, blushing. Her flesh was pale, it's soft texture apparent even from this distance.
"Come here," Amelia commanded, "Sit before me."
Kayla obeyed, seating herself gracefully before Amelia.
