The Adventures of Pretty Pet

I’m not a naturally lighthearted person. I think way too much; I worry way too much. But I have my moments. And I will do just about anything to make Him smile – just a little.

Every so often, He refers to me as His pretty pet. Something about those words makes me smile, blush, and preen just a little. I feel pretty when He calls me “pretty pet.”

Yesterday, on a whim, I sent Him a text message detailing the current lunchtime adventure of His pretty pet. I wanted to purchase something a little sexy for Him to see when we are together again. But ‘pretty pet’ is a bit of a tease, so of course I had to tell Him about my adventure.

“So you’re probably wondering what your pretty pet is doing for lunch today…well, Sir, I’ll tell you. I’m going into the toy store to hopefully buy something sexy to please my Sir the next time I get to see Him…”

I went on my little errand, knowing He was too busy with work to answer anytime soon. And a quick response wasn’t the point. Whenever He had a chance to read it, I just wanted Him to smile.

Within 45 minutes or so, I sent: “You may be wondering if your pretty pet was successful…/giggle…well, I think so, Sir.”

This time, I received a response.

“Oh I am curious. :)”

I asked Him if He wanted a picture that evening or if He wanted to wait until we were together.

“Picture tonight pet.”

My pussy quivered. There was my Sir.

Last night, He received a picture of ‘pretty pet’ in her fishnets, garter belt, and hooker heels. I think He was pleased.

Today, the adventures continued. Of course, I chronicled the event for Him.

“So maybe after yesterday’s lunchtime adventure, you wonder where your pretty pet will go for lunch today…I need to replenish my ass-training supplies…Sir’s ass needs to be prepared property…”

I went to the store, bought my customary “supplies,” and left, all without hearing from Him. This time, the adventure was a little less sexy, a lot more practical, and I couldn’t help finding the humor.

“Mission accomplished…I keep waiting for someone to remark on a purchase like that…something to clean my ass, something to clean my pussy, and lube. I wondered if I’ve ever unknowingly made another kinkster’s day.”

For that, I was rewarded with a laugh. Ahhhh, my job was done. Anything to make Him smile, chuckle, laugh, Dominate, and feel almost normal after the past couple of days.

I wonder what adventures ‘pretty pet’ will have tomorrow.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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