New Pet - The Interview

Post time7-02-2021, 20:27

“Mr. Wolfe, your 4:40 appointment is here,” the voice of his assistant Kimberly announced.

“Thank you Kimberly, send her in. Send all my calls to the service and call it a day. I will see you in the morning,” he responded.

He sat back in his leather chair, behind his granite desk. He wondered what he had gotten himself into. His appointment, a new potential pet for him to enjoy. All he knew about her was that she was needy, or that was the deion his friend had given him.

The friend was a fellow Dom, however he did not take the lifestyle as serious. He had a steady, vanilla girlfriend and only practiced on the side. Apparently the new girl required more guidance and time than he was willing to sacrifice, so he had contacted Bart and referred him to her.

The door opened. He sat up in his chair a little. His right elbow pressed into the arm of the chair, his right hand rubbed the stubble on his chin. At fifty, he still considered himself in good shape. Although not as chiseled as he once was, his fast paced life allowed him to burn unwanted fat.

The big oak door closed. He placed both arms on the desk and scooted his chair closer. He watched as she walked in. Her heels clanked on the floor as she slowly approached his desk. She was dressed in a modest, church going dress. The top was buttoned at the bottom of her neck, the waist was tight enough to show off her thin hourglass figure. The hem went below the knee. He was pleased so far.

She was a pretty girl. He guessed she was around twenty-five or twenty-six, with ginger red hair. Her face was pale, with high cheekbones, small button nose and thin lips. Freckles highlighted her face. Her arms and legs matched her petite frame. Her hips were narrow, and her chest, although covered looked to be medium which pleased him.

“Have a seat Miss Hood, my name is Bart Wolfe, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

He stood and extended his hand and they shook before she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He sat down and planted his elbows on his desk. His fingers intertwined in front of his face as he watched her.

She sat, she crossed her legs like a lady and placed her hands in her lap. “Indeed a pleasure, Mr. Wolfe. You may call me Lita.”

He smiled as he sat back in his chair. “Lita it is then. Please, Lita tell me about yourself.”

She took a deep breath. He could tell she was nervous. “This feels like a job interview,” she giggled.

Strike one, he thought. He enjoyed a good laugh, but her giggle reminded him of a young school girl from his past. He hoped it was only because of her being nervous, because he would not tolerate much of it.

“In a sense it is, Lita. We both know what you are here for and it is a serious matter, to me. I do not take this lightly, and I will not waste my time on a meaningless affair. So before we can move forward, I need to know about you, I need to know what you expect, and then I will let you know what I require and expect, do you understand?”

She lowered her head as if she was ashamed of her remark. “Yes sir. I do understand.” Her eyes continued to look downward.

“Good. Now again, please tell me about yourself.”

Again she took a deep breath, but without the giggle. “My name is Lita Hood. I am twenty-eight years old. I am a physical therapist at Memorial Hospital. I am an only child. My parents split before I was born and I was raised by my mother.”

She continued to tell him about herself. Where she had grown up, hobbies and etc. He began to understand why she was so needy. She had very little to do with her father, but she had father issues. She needed a father figure in a sense. He nodded his head, and made a few notes as she continued.

“I am single and never been married. At this point in my life, I am undecided about kids.” She stared up at the high ceiling of his office as if she was in thought. “That is about it, or would you like to know anything else, Sir?”

Sir, he like that. She had some training so that was good. There was something about her that intrigued him. He suddenly wanted this to work out. He hoped she was the one.

“No, that about covers it, Lita. Now let me tell you about myself.” He began giving her his information. His age, his hobbies and interests. At fifty, he had never been married and had no kids. He was a Senior Partner is a very successful corporate law firm.

After he finished they sat in quiet. He could tell she was in deep thought, as was he. So far, he was pleased with her. She was young, pretty and had some training. How much training he did not know. He thought it was time to test her obedience.

“Lita, I would like for you to stand up for me.”

Without hesitation, she stood. Her eyes immediately went to the floor, avoiding any eye contact. This was not a gesture he liked. He understood that some Doms did not tolerate eye contact with their pets, but he was different. He liked eye contact, he liked seeing the need and lust in the eyes of his pet.

“Look at me. Eye contact is a must at all times.”

Her crystal blue eyes immediately looked into his dark brown ones. He smiled. So far so good, he thought to himself. “Please move behind the desk so I can get a better look.”

She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled around the side of the desk. Once she was behind the desk, without breaking eye contact, she rose to her feet. He smile giving his approval of her actions.

Even with closer examination, he was not able to tell much more about her body. He could tell that her legs were toned. He imagined her thighs and hips were tight from being on her feet in her profession. He desired to see more.

“Remove your dress.”

Again without hesitation, she began to unbutton the buttons on her dress. One by one she threaded each button through the buttonholes, never once breaking eye contact with him. Slowly her pale stomach was being revealed. Her stomach, like her face, was sprinkled with freckles. Once the last button was unfastened, she pushed the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

Lita stood before him wearing nothing but a pink bra, panties and her high heels. He was not surprised to see how freckles covered her thin, toned body. Her breasts, he imagined were a firm 34B, not too big and not too small. Her hips were narrow and her thighs were as tight as he imagined. He did notice a small patch of dampness between her legs, and he smiled. She was enjoying this as much as he was.

“Remove your bra.”

She reached back and unclasp the buckles on her bra. The straps fell down her arm and she quickly removed it and stood with her hands on her side.

He ran his fingers over his dry lips. Her breasts were firm and perky. Her pink areolas surrounded her pink eraser sized nipples, which were erect. Freckles were splattered all over her pale chest.

“And now your panties.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. He was pleasantly surprised they were not thongs. For some reason he had never thought thongs were as sexy as the rest of the men in the world. He preferred bikini, he wondered if his friend had informed her of that.

She bent at the waist as she pushed her panties down her pale legs. Then she stood up straight. He could see the desire in her eyes. He knew he could have her, but that would come on another evening, if at all.

He examined her. He was not pleased to see a thick patch of red, curly hair above her vulva. That would have to go, he thought. Her labia was full and pouty. He liked her aroma of desire as it began to fill his office.


She turned so her back was to him. Her ass was small but firm. No tattoos or piercings, so that was another plus for him. He cleared his throat, and she turned back to face him. He was pleased to see that her eyes immediately returned to his.

“Well Lita. You are a beautiful woman, however some things shall be altered, if you are willing to proceed. The test period, for lack of a better term, is just beginning. At any time, you are not willing or comfortable with obeying a request, you may say so, and the process will end, do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“You need to understand that this has to be pleasurable for us both. If you are not pleasured then I will not be, and that will defeat the whole purpose of the relationship. I do require somethings, in which you will learn when the time is right. Again, it is very important that you understand, the pleasure has to be twofold.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Good.” He turned in his desk and took a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper. He turned back to her and extended the paper toward her. “Tomorrow at 5 pm, my driver will pick you up from your place of employment. He will take you to a boutique that is familiar with my taste. You will buy one dress, under garments, and shoes. You will leave the boutique wearing the clothes you buy. At that time, my driver will bring you to me and we will continue.”

She took the paper and read it. As soon as she was done, her eyes returned to his. While she had been reading, he noticed droplets of her nectar forming on her vulva.

“If at anytime you change your mind. Call the number listed and my driver will not come and you will never hear from me again. Do you understand?”

“Completely Sir.”

“Good. You may gather your clothes and redress in the ladies room across the hall. You are dismissed.”

Lita gathered her clothes and placed them in her bag and returned to her hands and knees. She placed the strap of the bag in her mouth and began to crawl towards the door. He looked up and smiled. “You may walk.”

She drop the bag and stood. “Thank you Sir,” she picked the bag up in her hand and walked naked out of his office. Once the door was closed, he sat back in his chair and smiled. She was going to be a good one.

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