Yes

"...uh-huh," you moan as Samantha slowly jerks you off toward the best orgasm you've had in twelve months.

But the second the words leave your lips she abruptly stops, leaving you gasping and moaning.

"Good. Now there will be a lot of rules and a LOT of punishments, but first and foremost is this," she grabs you by the collar of your shirt and jerks your face to within an inch of her own. You can feel her hot breath on your lips as she talks. "I spent a lot of money and effort to do this. So if you ever try to call it quits or even think about suggesting that we go back to the way things were before, I'll fucking kick your sorry ass out. And you'll never, ever find a deal as sweet as this again. Understand, PET?"

You hastily nod your head.

"Good," she says and releases so suddenly that you stumble backwards.

She returns to her chair and sits back down, riding crop resting across her lap.

"Now strip. Pets don't wear clothes," she says.

It's almost uncomfortable the way she watches you as you undress. Almost like she's appraising a piece of meat at a grocery store. One by one, you take off and pile first your shirt, then boots, socks, pants and finally underwear on the floor by the door. You now stand naked before her, with your manhood standing proudly at attention.

Though she's seen you naked many times before, she still seems pleased with what she sees.

"From now on, the minute you enter you are to strip. The only sounds you are allowed to make are moans, and if I don't feel like hearing it you'll be punished anyway. The only time you are be allowed to talk is when I give you permission or order it. Any questions?" she says.

You open your mouth to ask the first in a long series of questions but close it abruptly as you realise she hasn't given you permission to talk.

"That's right," she says, cracking her riding crop again. "Pets don't ask questions."

Maybe noticing the way your eyes are following the tip of her crop around, she reaches out and caresses the underside of your cock with it. You clench your teeth, sure that at any moment she's going to hit you with it. But soon a moan slips out and you can feel the pre cum beginning to flow, running down onto the crop's leather tip.

"What the fuck? Who the hell told you that you can leak your nasty goo all over my brand new toy?" she suddenly screams, yanking it away from your cock and sticking it in your face. "Clean it off!"

You reach up to take it from her.

"No. I've been all through your laptop that you left here, especially your browser history. We both know how your supposed to clean it," she says with a wicked grin on her face.

You want to protest, to open your mouth and tell her that you didn't like those parts, that you always skipped them! But you know you can't. So you open your mouth instead to lick your own juices frim the crop. It's degrading and yet your cock quivers almost painfully as you lick the sticky, salty goo.

"Mmmm... now I see why you watch that stuff, baby. Seeing you do it is getting me so hot," she says, rubbing herself through her clothes.

You lick until the last drop of pre cum is gone, at which point she sets it back across her lap.

"Now get your clothes on and get out of here, you cum licking bitch," she says, voice angry again.

As you turn to gather up your clothes you feel a sudden and very sharp pain across your ass. You yelp and and spin around.

"And one more thing, I have some homework for you tonight," she says.