She wasn’t one of those pretty girls. The kind that knows they are pretty. That work at it. She was one of those that didn’t try to be pretty. Effortless. Sometimes, though, when she thought about it, she would catch herself and sit up a little straighter or tilt her hips a little more. A man could lose himself looking at those hips. She didn’t think she was pretty but she knew men always thought of sex when they looked at her. She liked that she had so much power over men. I liked that I had so much power over her.

It didn’t matter what she wore. Jeans, sweat pants, one of those thin cotton dresses, she looked hot. It was something in those deep brown eyes. They were hungry. It was like she never ate. She didn’t, not that often, but this was animal hunger. When she looked at you it felt like she knew everything you want to do to her and she liked it. More than just that, there were things she could teach you that you didn’t know women did. Places she could show you that those eyes of hers had seen and you could almost see reflected in them. When I looked into those eyes for the first time I knew I had to have her. And that I would never look into them again.

We dated for a while. Normal, dinner, movie, and sex. The sex was nice but I could tell there was more to this girl. The first time I tied her up she came three times. The first time I spanked her she came four. We talked about fantasies and scenes. What we wanted out of each other. She called me Sir. I didn’t call her anything. She had no name; she was just my pet. I never let her look me in the eye; she had to keep her eyes downcast. I told her it was because she wasn’t worthy, part of me really knew it was because if I looked into those hungry eyes I might as well put on that dog collar instead of her.

We had been together for several years when I started to get the feeling something was wrong. She didn’t snap to the way she used to. I caught her looking at men when we were out. Head slightly down, but looking up at them with those burning eyes. I could feel the heat coming off her. These men, these boys, were getting my little pet hot. That would never do. I thought she might be getting bored. I stepped things up. One night when we had gone out to dinner, I caught her looking. I took her out to the car, my hand a little tighter on her arm than she liked. When we got there I told her I had seen everything. I saw how she whored herself out to these men. She almost said something, but she knew better, all that came out was one of her indignant squeaks that I love.

It was dark in the parking lot. We weren’t near any of the security lights. I like to park near the back of the lot so I can watch her walk to the restaurant. See her lovely ass move. I reached over and put my hand between her legs. She didn’t stop me, just turned her head to the side. Her legs spread apart for me and I could feel the wetness of her panties. I put my hand under her nose so she could