Cut to a few weeks later...

You smile, happy to be finally off of work after a grueling twelve hour shift. To say it was a long day would be an understatement; a gigantic stack of papers squatted on your desk like a mocking frog, staring at you with amused contempt for every second of your twelve hour imprisonment. Each paper you completed only seemed to be replaced by two more and the mountain seemed to laugh at your feeble attempts at dismantling it. However, after working your ass off with a determination you usually reserve for the bedroom you finally defeated the evil creature and left for home...and your more than happy pet, Noir.

For the past few weeks you have enjoyed each other’s company, each benefiting from the companionship as well as the passion you shared. In terms of conversation Noir would always be willing to tell tales of her time at the pet shop; you found it rather interesting that her original home was a branch of the pet shop located in France. It not only explained her name but also the small twinge of melodic accent in her lovely voice. Likewise you told her the story of your life, explaining how you came from a modest family and grew to the successful contractor that you are today. You told of your hardships and your triumphs, your stories capturing her attention and her heart. Even with this incredible amount of soul sharing between the two of you, you and Noir have found more than enough time for releasing your animalistic passions. Almost every day began and ended with a heated session of passionate, fulfilling sex. To be honest the two of your have been almost unable to keep your hands off of one another, each 'accidental' brush leading from at the least an innocent light petting, to the most naughty in full blown kinky sex.

With each magnificent sexual tryst you also begin to notice something rather interesting about Noir. With each wild ride she has slowly become more submissive, her hidden kink for relinquishing control becoming an ever larger part of your daily escapades. There were times in the previous weeks that you began to wonder if she was getting bored with her lack of control, if sometimes she longed to be the mistress instead of the pet. A few times the question was so strong in your mind that you brought it up to Noir, expressing your concern for her happiness and your desire to do anything to help her feel comfortable and blissful in staying with you. The only response you would ever get was Noir's stunning smile followed by her long tongue licking your cheek lightly. From those simple beginnings, your question would be quickly forgotten and it would quickly be followed by a heated round of sex...then again you had begun to wonder what didn't initiate those lustful passions.

A sigh rises from your lips as you try to shake away the earlier thought; you had other things to concentrate on besides your worries. You remembered that earlier in the day, as Noir greedily 'fed' from your morning hardness, she questioned you about the coming day. Through gasps and moans you attempted to tell her about your ever increasing workload, you tried to express you annoyance with the rising tide of paperwork before you exploded in her mouth with a grunt of pleasure. As she rose from your staff Noir seemed to have a clever little gleam in her eye, a twinkle that you weren't quite sure what to make of. With a soft swallow the gleam vanished and Noir made another interesting request. She asked to use your credit card and to make use of the home computer you had in you study. You had a feeling that she would want to shop a bit; she had expressed desires to wear clothes, both the sexy and comfortable variety, that complimented and worked with her wonderful figure. Deciding that no harm could come of it you decided to give in to her wishes, what could possibly go wrong?