Hıs p.e.t. 6

HIS P.E.T. 6CHAPTER 6: PRESENT DAY: HIS PETIt was frankly still shocking to me. Only four weeks ago, I was that frustrated woman seeking thrills by privately separating my sexual life and my professional life. Then, in seemingly a blink of an eye, I awoke this morning to the insistent demands of a huge dog wanting to again fuck me. Never mind that during the night I had been double penetrated by Hein and Chris, then spent the night in the kennel and mounted by both dogs two times before.Then I found myself naked before the rest of the household as they finish their breakfast. Hein had pulled me into his lap and fondled my breast in front of them. Not that my nudity was any longer new for me or them. It had only just happened. Their discussion was a sort of evaluation of me joining their group in the house to fill that unique position he craved. He had pinched my nipple, causing me to flinch slightly, but I held his eyes, letting a spontaneous smile cross my face. ?What decision did you come to, Laura? You?ve heard from the others who want you to join us. What do you want??I had smiled back at him, sending smiles to all of them. ?I want to stay here. I want the position.?He boosted me off his lap and patted my naked butt. ?Okay, then. Go upstairs and use your shower. Primp a little bit and you?ll find the clothes on your bed I want you to put on. Then, meet me in my office in the south wing and we will discuss this further.?I had found the suite I had been using cleaned out. None of the few personal items I had with me were in the suite. I had turned around in wonder and noticed a pair of high heels at the door to the master bedroom. And that was where I found the clothes, such as they were, on the bed in the master bedroom. The implication was immediately clear to me: I wasn?t just going to fill a sexual role but also be his companion and would share his private space.I picked up the black lace choker from on top of the plastic package containing the sheer, black stockings and examined the silver medallion. As I reread the three letters, I ran my thumb over the engraving. The lace felt exquisite, luxurious. The diamond-shaped, silver medallion shone in the light. I noticed that it wasn?t three letters, but three letters each with a period after it, ?P.E.T.?, although it was the letters that were seen. Holding the choker made me tingle throughout my body, but mostly in my pussy and nipples. He promised me he could give the sexual excitement I desired and the fulfillment of meaningful work. He made the decision, even before hearing my reaction.I carefully placed the choker back on the package and rushed into the master bathroom. He had said to go to my shower and referred to my bed for the clothes he selected. As I rushed into the bathroom to shower before joining him in his home office, I smiled at the realization that this was my bedroom and bathroom. The master bedroom! I really was his, now. And, I tingled more.I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror on the wall. My body cleaned, light makeup, my naturally wavy hair flowing over my shoulders. The black choker and medallion around my neck, black thigh-high stockings, and the black, single-strap 4 ½ inch heels. My entire outfit to meet him in his home office. I felt pretty and naughty. My old 3-inch heels were gone. He apparently wanted me in these higher heels. I would need to be careful as I got used to them, especially on the marble steps going downstairs. But, that only seemed to put an exclamation point on this, marking the significant change occurring in my life. The more I looked at myself and the more I thought about it, the more I tingled. I thought I should probably get moving, to see what he had for us to discuss. The more I delayed, the hornier I got. Would it be appropriate to show up in front of him with the insides of my thighs glistening with my arousal?I grabbed my copy of the contract and chuckled as I exited the bedroom, walked through the sitting room, and exited the suite into the hall. I chuckled as I carefully descended the stairs, my heels making a clearly heard ?click, clack?. Yes, I suspect glistening thighs might not be inappropriate.I managed to somewhat gracefully descend the stairs without breaking an ankle and was surprised by my confident attitude as I turned to the left at the bottom to the south wing of the house. I told myself not to nervously look to see if anyone might see me like this. This was now between Hein and me. The others seemed to be fully aware and accepting of what Hein was intending. That didn?t mean I didn?t feel vulnerable and exposed, though. Before now, I might have found myself casually naked from being in the pool or nearly so with only a long tee-shirt. Now, this was blatant and intentional. The few items I did wear seemed to only intensify and amplify my nakedness.I made my way down the short hallway and noticed how the higher heels affected my walk. To strike the ground without putting too much pressure on just the heel meant a slight exaggeration, which had a similar effect on the movement of my hips. Of course, they also made my calf muscles pop out.The door was open so I knocked on the jam. He was at his desk, two laptops open and papers in front of him. Hearing my knock, he looked up and rose, coming around the desk. He came up to me, put his index finger under the medallion and looked at it, despite him knowing exactly what it said. He smiled and looked into my eyes. He leaned forward and I eagerly leaned into him to accept his kiss. His hands were on my bare butt and back. He stepped back and looked at me.?If you were an employee in your boss?s office, how would you be feeling???Wicked and wanton.?He smiled. ?Perfect. In just a moment, you can be my employee and this is my office.? I returned the smile.He went back to his desk and chair, indicating the chair on the opposite side. It wasn?t until then that I noticed the change in the room. The desk was a large glass oval with double pedestal bases of carved oak. I suppose it could have been used as a dining room table, too. Both chairs were identical executive office chairs. Guest chairs were on either side. A credenza with shelves and cabinets were behind him. A sofa and two more sitting chairs were behind the opposite side surrounding a heavy oak coffee table. The carpeting was lush and soft. The walls were covered with shelves or original art.I stood next to the opposite chair and looked at him. He smiled. ?This is not only my office but your office.? He looked up and down my body, not making any effort to hide the fact. ?This might be a bit distracting initially, but I can?t think of a better way for us to work together than on opposite sides of the same desk.? He paused for a moment while I pulled the other chair out and sat down, sliding it up to the desk. ?I openly confess as to the obvious selection of a glass top desk.?I laughed. ?I don?t think you will want for seeing my body.? He nodded.We signed the contracts, each having an original. He would make my hire official through the corporate channels. I gave him the account number for direct depositing. He, in turn, spun one of the laptops around and pushed it to me. I would be signing into the laptop as though I was Hein. Any modifications and revisions I made to documents would then show up as from him. My email would be from a separate server from the corporate one. I would not have an office located at either headquarters. When I joined him at one of those offices, I would remain with him. He indicated several short-cuts on the computer desktop for the location of documents, presentations, and papers he was currently working on. Those would get me started.Then, he leaned back. I caught his eyes drifting down to my breasts several times. He smiled at the recognition that I knew he was doing it. ?Questions? You must have a hundred.?I chuckled, ?Some, yes. PET.? I fingered the medallion at my throat. ?What is this about??He smiled. ?It might seem dismissive, but it is not. Well, not entirely. I struggled for something that would be meaningful in a double entendre sort of way for us. Calling you Pet can be endearing or demeaning. The things we are going to do, with your acceptance, might give the term one sense when I mean it in the other. But, it is also an acronym based on our understanding of what you are with me. P E T would stand for Professional advisor