Turn her down

“I... think I’ll wait for my girlfriend.” You say, feeling a bit suspicious if this bartender and how she knows these details.

“Pity.” She shrugs “me and my sisters could have really showed you a good time.”

“Your sisters? I thought it was your friends”

“Guess you’ll never know” She says with a wink.

You wonder if you’ve done the right thing. You may have turned down the sexual experience of a lifetime. But you have to trust Carrie

So you wait... and wait... and wait.

The club shuts down and you stand outside watching everyone slowly make their way home. You watch as the pretty redhead bartender jumps in a car driven by another pretty redhead. They exchange a long, lusty kiss. Then she points at you, the two laugh and drive off.

And you wait again.

And just as you start to suspect the bartender was right and you really won’t be seeing Carrie ever again, a door swings open and your girlfriend appears, looking as lovely as ever.

You flash her a big grin, just happy to see her. It takes you a second to notice that in her left hand she holds a leash, which swings up behind her and attached to a collar, which clasps around Sophie Turner’s slim neck.

Holy shit! Her plan worked!

Sophie follows a few paces behind Carrie, her head bowed, red hair falling in her face, her hands submissively clasped behind her back. At first you think she’s naked, but realize she’s wearing the flesh-colored bra and panties.

Carrie greets you with a kiss. Sophie doesn’t say anything.

“You did it.” You say, still dumbfounded.

Carrie flashes a look of faux outrage “did you ever doubt me? All I had to do was make her obey me, in front of everyone there.”

“Of course not.”

Sophie doesn’t interact with you on the whole drive to the hotel. In fact she’s silent as she lays in the back seat.

Then when you arrive, Carrie addresses her. “Okay, I’m going to lead you through the lobby on your leash so everyone can see what a little fuck pet you are... understand?”

Sophie is slow to answer. “I... yes... I... it’s just...”

Carrie reaches a hand out and tenderly brushes the red hair from Sophie’s face. “You can be open with your mistress.”

“I’m not really a bad girl. I’m not used to this sort of thing.”

You wonder how much that’s true, how much Sophie Turner who is all long legs and lusty eyes isn’t a bad girl and how much is an act. She’s an actress after all.

Carrie is tender. “Of course you are. You’re a fuckpet.”

“Of course I am.” Sophie whispers to herself.

Lucky for her it’s 4 in the morning and the lobby is empty except for the gothy girl at the front desk who doesn’t see the three of you at first then stares hard. Sophie glances over to her, looking quite mortified.

Carrie leans in and whispers to her pet “If we get bored of you, maybe I’ll send you down to eat her ass.

“Yes Mistress” Sophie Whispers

And finally you’ve made it to your room. Carrie goes into action immediately “Repeat what you told me back at the club.”

Sophie, on the ground, takes a deep breath. “You... you control me. I’m worthless compared to you. I’m nothing. You’re everything. You’re my mistress.”

It’s amazing hearing those words in her voice, her accent. You wonder if she believes them. Like, is she contractually obligated or something because of what happened at the club, or has Carrie truly cast a spell on her.

“Now pay attention” Carrie says, turning toward you, reaching over, taking your hand, guiding it over to her, your fingers around a tick grasp of her hair and a tug.

She gasps and falls to her knees. “You control me. I’m worthless compared to you. I’m nothing. You’re everything. You’re my master.”

Finally Sophie turns her attention to you. Her mouth drops in awe.

Carrie swings her head back to Sophie “do you want him?”

Sophie looks like she’s going to burst. “Of course.”

“You can’t have him.” Carrie snips. “Your not worthy.”

A big sigh from Sophie “of course.”

“But you can watch us.” Carrie crawls to you and shoves her tongue in your mouth. You reciprocate. It feels amazing, doing this, feeling her hand find your stiff cock, all in front of Sophie. Then quickly you’re tearing off each other’s clothes. Nude, sweaty, saliva swirling between your mouths. And Sophie can only watch which is equal parts awkward, sexy, and disappointing. Though you trust that Carrie knows what she’s doing.

Within seconds you're naked, hard as fuck, your member pointing up to the sky, and Carrie, naked too, is lowering herself onto you, reverse, so she can stare down her new pet, pet Sophie.

She bounces on your hard cock and you thrust up at her. In the commotion you do your best to look around her flailing body to see Sophie. After all, it's not every day that your cock is buried deep in your slutty girlfriend, and one of the most beautiful actresses in the world is being **** to watch.

Among all the flesh and exhaustion, you catch peeks of what Sophie is up to. You're fairly certain she's shed her flesh-colored underwear. You see a glimpse of a pierced nipple, and another glimpse of two fingers buried deep in a bald pussy.

"How bad ...do you... want this?" Carrie asks her between panting breaths.

"So badly." Sophie responds. You see a pained, **** face.

"You're... not worthy of it." Carrie is having too much fun.

"I know I'm not." Sophie is not.

"You're a pathetic fuckpet."

"I know I am. I'm so... fucking... pathetic." you see a tear streaming down a famous face.

and you feel like you could just explode inside Carrie.

"But I'll... make an... exception." Carrie smirks. And Sophie's whole lanky body perks up. "All you have.... to do is... pledge obedience to... my master.... forever."

It doesn't hit you at first. You're too distracted with Carrie's wonderful pussy gripping and sliding up and down your cock, and Sophie's gorgeous nude, aroused body, watching. But that's quite a request.

And Sophie seems to know it. Her eyes dart down. She crawls over to your sweaty bodies, her own flesh so close, so very close. Her chin quivers with excitement and uncertainty.

"I... I..."