Heather Regrets Nothing

While Josh was planning ****, Heather was sitting at home, still in her little french maid dress. Since her master still wasn't home and she'd run out of things to clean, she was passing the time watching an old rerun of the classic sitcom "Tess and Tracy." The titular pair of roommates' misadventures were filled with sexual tension, witty banter and petty jealousy. Their plans to get rich, get ****, and most importantly get laid always seem to fail in hilarious fashion as the girls' comical bad luck and character flaws cause them to get in each others' way time and time again. It was funny enough, but Heather mostly watched for the fanservice, honestly. Which had gotten even better since all of the men featured on the show were all hunkier and more dangerous looking than she remembered. She giggled at seeing the spunky yet clumsy heroine Tess fell on her ass while trying to impress the oblivious love interest of the week, reminding her of how hopeless she'd been around Josh when they'd first started dating.

The episode was just reaching its climax when the front door burst open. Heather nearly jumped at the sound and turned to see her boyfriend and master Josh standing in the entrance-way looking absolutely livid. She instinctively backed away from her master and hugged her knees to her chest, unable to tear her eyes away from his now quite intimidating frame filling the hallway or from the predatory gleam in his eye. "He's... perfect," she thought.

"Turn that shit off." Josh growled, pointing at the remote in her hand. Heather shook slightly at his tone of voice, in fear or arousal he didn't know, but snapped to do as he said.

"You! You did... something to those rules. I'm furious with you but I, I can't remember why! What did you do?" Josh shouted. Heather averted her eyes and opened her mouth a few times, but no words came out. Closing the distance, Josh grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "Look. At. Me." She shuddered and met his eyes, hers filled with equal parts fear and lust.

"What did you do to me, Heather?" he repeated in a dangerous whisper. Heather moistened from his tone and actions even while wincing at his rough grip. He'd drawn close enough for her to get a strong whiff of his musk mixed with the overwhelming tangy scent of sweat and sex, and the heady mixture was making her dizzy with need and intensely envious of whichever slut had made him smell like that. Stammering, she revealed the rules she'd added, Josh's eyes darkening at her confession of guilt.

"I was only trying to help, but I know I s-should never have changed anything without permission, master. I'm such a dirty slut, I was so greedy for more of you that I c-couldn't control myself." the petite blonde sobbed out, **** to earn his forgiveness. Josh's anger was no match for the sight of his girlfriend's pretty green eyes filled with tears, and he found himself relaxing despite himself. So she'd transformed him into a horny Adonis, huh? In his memory he'd always been more than a match for his girls in bed, but he must have been doing a pretty poor job keeping up with their libido before if Heather had gone to such lengths. Well, he supposed there were worse fates.

With a deep sigh Josh relaxed his grip and made skin contact, gently caressing Heather's tear-slicked cheek with his thumb. He smiled as his mind filled with his cute girlfriend's familiar yearnings for rough sex, pain, and loving submission. It was weird to think that he hadn't always been able to read her like this. Right now she was entertaining a rather graphic fantasy of Josh "punishing" her by fucking her into a screaming, quivering mess. His thumb trailed over her lips and Josh smiled as Heather automatically took it into her warm mouth and began lovingly suckling him. Taking a handful of golden blonde hair in his other fist, Josh pulled just hard enough to hurt as he leaned in closer.

"Hmm, for all your crying I don't think you really regret this at all..." Josh started. He took his fingers out of her mouth and grabbed her tiny hand, placing it on his straining erection. Heather let out a little gasp feeling the result of her changes as Josh continued to heatedly whisper.

"I fucked the shit out of some poor teenager on the way here to take the edge off, but I'm not tired at all! You horny little slut, you made me bigger than your pussy can handle on purpose, didn't you? You can't hide anything from me, baby. I bet you were hoping I'd come home in a rage and **** myself inside you 'til you couldn't walk." Heather whimpered at his rough treatment but did nothing to deny his words. They were completely true after all. Her smoky gaze was locked onto his throbbing dick as she idly rubbed it up and down in fascination, until a delicious tug on her hair **** her eyes back to her master's amused face.