You think she's good enough to be your pet

"Hmm," you ponder, "I don't know..."

"Please?" She gives you her best Doe eyed look, and a mischievous idea pops in your mind.

"On one condition," you tell her, "and it's a heavy one."

"I'll do anything," she says, "these cuffs hurt."

"I'll take them off," you say, "if you promise to follow every command I tell you while you're in my house."

"What?"

"For instance," you point at your lips, "kiss me."

She blinks and stares dumbfound for a while , but she stands on her tiptoes and gives you a peck on your lips in the end.

"Good girl," you praise her, running your fingers through her hair, "not even in the house yet and already following my commands."

You hold the back of her head gently and pull her into your chest, your other arm wrapped around her waist. Your clothes become damp from the water on her body, but she sighs in contentment from the shared body heat. You move your hand to under her chin and make her look up to your eyes.

"You will do anything," you tell her, "anything I want you to do."

"That's not..." she starts, but you slap her on the butt and hold it firmly, shocking her into silence. You stare at each other as she freezes up in your embrace.

"Tell me something, Jennifer," you say eventually, "are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"I will feed you."

More stunned silence.

"Are you tired?" You ask her.

She nods in response.

"I will give you a warm bed to sleep."

Her eyes widen.

"Do you have anywhere else to go?"

She shakes her head.

"I thought not."

Her eyes swell, and tears start to flow freely.

"I pity you," you say, "and I take good care of my people."

With that, you lean in and whisper right at her ear, "Be mine."

She turns her head to look at you, and you can see a stunned but grateful look on her face. As well she should, it's not every night you feel like adopting a stray. She nods her head. With a smile you produce the key to her cuffs from your pocket, unlock her handcuffs, and place them on the desk. She steps back and looks uncertainly at you.

"Nodding isn't enough, you know," you tell her, "I want you to tell me exactly what you agree to."

"I..." she starts, but you interrupt her with a finger on her lips.

"Repeat after me, Jennifer." You clarify, "You will do anything for me."

"I will do anything for you." She repeats.

"Good girl," you praise her, and embrace her with open arms. "Next, I can do anything to you."

"You..." she starts, and she shivers as your hand starts caressing her butt where you slapped her, "you can do anything to me."

"Good girl," you whisper huskily, as your other hand cups her breast, "in return: I will feed you."

"You will," she breathes shallowly, as your hand kneads her breast and twists her nipple, "you will feed me."

"I will welcome you into my home and I will care for you." You continue, moving your hand from her butt to her crotch.

"You will welco-" she stammers as your finger stimulates her clitoris again, and she spreads her legs apart while hugging you tightly, "You will welcome me into your home and you will care for me."

Her vagina opens up a little more easily now, after she came, and you slip your finger just enough to feel her G-spot. She moans openly now, unable to control her voice.

"You are mine, and you are my good girl."

"I am yours!" She says loudly, "and I am your good girl!"

You reward her with more direct pressure on her G-spot.

"Again!"

"I am yours!" This time you use your palm to expertly knead her clitoris at the same time, "I am your good girl!"

"Again!"

"I am yours!" She shakes in your embrace, and her pussy squeezes your finger almost threatening to crush it. "I am your good girl!"

She climaxes for a second time tonight, this time with her hands unbound and wrapped around you. She falls limp against you, and you notice she's passed out cold. You might have over done it, but all the same, you're glad you managed to get that far with her.

You carry her in a bridal carry inside your home, and move upstairs to dry the both of you off with a towel. You decide against taking a shower, since she's still sleeping in your arms, and decide instead to just get her to your bed and sleep.

Oh damn, you suddenly remember, you didn't manage to feed her in the end.

Ah well, tomorrow is a new day, and there's plenty of time to make things right with your new pet. You fall asleep with her cuddled up to you.