I met Charmain days before she turned 16. I was sitting at a bar with some friends, waiting for a group of kinky girls to join us. When they showed up the bartender turned them away, because our little princesses were too young. We decided to finish our drinks in a hurry and left the place. The minute I saw her in a dark alley of Old Montreal, I knew she would be mine; completely. This cute little thing would one day become my personal fucktoy... and even more!
For the first two years, I didn't touch her; I was pretending not to be that kind of guy. Showing respect pays off. We became very close friends. But during this time, I never stopped fantasizing about what I had in store for her.
Charmain has always been very naive. When I would visit her family home, she would only wear the tiniest panties and revaling crop tops. Being the youngest of eight sisters, she felt comfortable in every room, even in the slightest dress. It was a girl's house and, lucky for me, she was the sluttiest of them all!
For her 18th birthday, I decided to give her a nice collar and leash. Her very first ones. She laughed at me at first, thinking this must be a joke, but I easily convinced her that they would look amazing on her, and almost naturally, she agreed.
— From now on I will call you LUST PET, I said.
— What a funny name, she smiled.
Over the years, my pet has learned many things. To begin, I trained her to understand the very basic gesture of going to her knees in my presence. Also, like all good sluts, she loves the taste of precum on her lips. I therefore taught her to suck my cock on demand, anywhere, anytime: at college on lunch breaks, in restaurant washrooms for dessert, at the movies as topping on her popcorn, in the backseat of a bus, and in so many parks of Montreal; you would'nt believe it.
Charmain also loves to go out. When we do, I often take her drink to the men's room, squirt a big load of cum in it, bring it back and watch the little bitch drink it in front of everyone; always with a smile on her slutty little face. In clubs I also enjoy teasing her, lifting her skirt on the dance floor, exposing her pretty white ass to the cheering crowd.
I have learned that in her younger years Charmain was abused a few times by friends and cousins, but somehow, she never complained or reported it to the authorities. In fact, I think she was secretly enjoying it. She tells me that it made her feel alive, her slutty ass attractive, her body useful; she understood her purpose. Stupid I know, but that's Charmain.
Very early in our relationship, I clearly make it known that I considered she was only good for one thing. In order to make her understand that she's only a piece of fuckmeat, I frequently played with her in front of the main window of our downtown condo. The slut has always enjoyed such things. I undress her and play with her incredible little body, fingerfucking her like a mad man. Then, once she would get really wet and horny, I would make her stand on the coffee table and ask her to clean the window with her slutty little tongue. While exposing herself, I would go out to smoke some weed and watch my pretty little pet lapping the dirty glass. She would press her full tits on the glass moving up and down the window; I got a huge hard-on just looking at her kinky little dance from the other side of the street.
I would sit under a tree, smoke my weed with my huge dick wanting to pop out of my jeans. I always ensured that she'd finish the job before returning inside to fuck the hell out of this sexy slave of mine. I remember her smiling at me:
— It's funny, she said, when cars were driving by the house...
— What ?
— ... I could feel the glass vibrating and it tickling my mouth! It was quite a buzz!"
She was so adorable; I just had to push her on the floor, spread her legs wide to destroy her little wet cunt the way it deserved to be.
— We'll talk later, bitch. You still have some training to do.
Excerpt from The Training of Lust pet
Petite Bite
Well, that is quite interesting...!