The first thing I saw when I woke up was Peter's face, just inches from mine.

He was awake, and as I opened my eyes, he smiled warmly.

"I am sorry..." I said almost instantly, afraid I had done something wrong.

But Peter just smiled and then he brushed my hair away from my face.

"I was thinking... it's late in the afternoon, by the way, you slept most of the day, that we could go on a date. What do you say?" he said a moment later.

I couldn't hide my surprise, and as my heart started beating quickly, I sat on the bed and I looked at him.

"Well, I will take that as a yes." he said as he laughed softly.

Then he rolled off the bed and he looked at me.

"Come." he said as he pointed at the bed in front of him.

I obeyed him instantly, crawling to him, and then he pulled my head up and he removed my collar.

I had completely forgotten about it, and now that it was gone I felt strange, almost naked, even though I was always naked with him.

"Go get dressed. Put on that black summer dress you have, I like how you look on it." he said, and then he disappeared into his closet.

Excited, I jumped off the bed, and then I stopped, suddenly unsure if I could walk, or if I still had to crawl.

"You can walk... for now." Peter said from the closet not a moment later.

And before he finished, I was already running downstairs. My backpack with all my clothes was still hanging near the door, and after grabbing it, I went to the living room and I pulled out the dress he wanted and a pair of black, canvas shoes.

I dressed quickly, and once I was ready I waited for him by the stairs.

As he descended the stairs I looked at him and I couldn't stop myself from blushing.

I love you, I said in my mind as my heart skipped a beat.

Then he stopped next to me and he looked at me.

"Are you ready?" he asked me as he smiled warmly.

Unable to speak, I nodded quickly and then I followed him into the car.

Soon we were driving on the highway and I sank into my seat as I looked outside the window. I felt happy, and for just a moment everything seemed to have returned to normal.

It was then that I noticed he was looking at me, and when I turned to face him, he grabbed my dress and he pulled it up, revealing my panties.

"I didn't say you could wear panties, did I?" he asked me as he smiled.

Blushing, I shook my head. I knew what he wanted me to do, but it still took me a minute to gather my courage. When I did, I sat upright and I slipped them off.

With my panties in my hand, I looked around the car looking for a place to leave them and ended up stashing them in the glove box.

"Thats better..." he said as he caressed my leg.

It felt strange to be in the car without panties, and the idea of getting out was terrifying, but despite that, I tried my best to relax as I enjoyed the feeling of his hand on my leg.

Not long after, we left the highway, and then Peter drove us into the parking lot under the mall.

It was dark and eerie, like a huge cavern, and after finding a place to park, he stopped the car and he looked at me.

"Come, let's go watch a movie." he said as he patted my leg.

But I was suddenly terrified, as that meant I had to get off the car. Without my panties, I felt completely exposed and suddenly I froze in my seat. Oblivious to my fear, Peter walked around the car and pulled my door open.

Swallowing nervously I looked at him, hoping he would take pity on me, but his only answer was to raise his eyebrows curiously.

Despite my fear, I knew I had no choice. After grabbing the edges of my dress, I got off, hoping no one would notice.

Once outside, Peter took my hand and we walked towards the entrance. With each step we took, more and more people surrounded us, until suddenly I started trembling in fear, convinced that someone would notice I wasn't wearing any panties.

Terrified, I followed Peter as we moved deeper and deeper, until a multitude of people surrounded us and then he stopped and he turned to look at me.

"Don't be afraid." he said as he looked into my eyes.

Speechless, I shook my head as my eyes darted all around us in panic.

"No one knows... only you and me." he said as he smiled.

Terrified I shook my head as I tried to press myself against him, but he pushed me away and then he smiled again.

"Look around. No one knows... they are all absorbed into their own little worlds..." he said.

And despite my fear, I did manage to look around.

As he said, people around us seemed oblivious to our presence, even more so to the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties. They were talking among themselves or glued to their phones.

It took a while, but after a minute, I finally managed to calm down, though I was still holding the edge of my dress with both hands to keep it down.

"Better?" Peter asked me a moment later.

As I looked into his eyes, I nodded slowly and then I took his hand and I followed him into the cinema.

He bought tickets, popcorn, and a couple of sodas, and then we got in line.

Once inside I felt much better, though, as the darkness gave me a sense of security. The movie started a few minutes later and as it did, I leaned against him and I lost myself in his presence, paying very little attention to the movie.

By the time it was over, we went back into the mall and we just walked around, until I completely forgot that I wasn't wearing any panties.

"I am getting hungry, what about you?" he asked me a moment later as we entered the food court. "I will let you choose what to eat."

Surprised, I stopped and I looked around us, unsure what to choose among so many options, and then I had an idea.

Much to his confusion, I told him I wanted to go to the McDonald's drive-thru. He looked at me for a moment and then he asked me if I was sure.

I told him I was, and after that, we returned to the car and we drove to the nearest McDonalds and we ordered some burgers, french fries, and two more sodas.

With that ready, he looked at me, and then he chuckled softly.

"Now what?" he asked me.

"Now, we drive again, it's not too far, trust me." I told him before I grabbed his phone and I opened the maps app.

It wasn't that far, and after following my directions we arrived at a small lookout, just above the city and overlooking the lake.

It was already dark, and in front of us, the city stretched almost as far as we could see, shining like a million tiny diamonds. Much more importantly, we were completely alone.

" That... is very beautiful... good choice." Peter said as he nodded in satisfaction.

And as he did, I started blushing in pride.

"What do you say we eat outside?" he said as he left the car.

After laying the food on the hood of the car, we ate slowly, savoring the view more than the food, and then he leaned against the car and he wrapped my arms around me. Even though it wasn't a cold night, it felt good to feel his warmth against me.

We stood like that for a while as Peter caressed my back and my neck, and then without warning, he turned me around and he started kissing me. It was slow and gentle at first, but as time went on I started the hunger under it.

His hands started roaming over my back and my breasts as his tongue twisted hungrily around mine until I couldn't breathe.

When he pulled back, he looked at me, and then without warning, he flipped me around and he pushed my face against the hood of the car as he pulled my legs apart.

I gasped, more in surprise than anything else, and then I looked back and I watched as he dropped his pants down. He was already hard, and as he held his cock in one hand, he licked his lips hungrily and he moved forwards.

With one swift thrust, he buried himself in me. I was obviously aroused and more than ready for him, but I still let out a scream as I felt him stretching my cunt. Then he simply started fucking me.

At first, I just closed my eyes and I enjoyed the sensation, forgetting about the fact that we were outside and that someone could come by at any moment.

Nothing mattered, nothing except the feeling of his cock inside of me.

But then I remembered that I couldn't cum. He hadn't given me his permission, and suddenly my body tensed and I opened my eyes as I panicked.

Peter, oblivious to my problem, started biting my neck, sending shivers down my neck as I did my best to resist the sensations flooding my mind.

Desperate, I suddenly bit my lips hard, hoping that the pain would help me distract myself.

"You can cum." Peter said a moment later, his voice full of lust. "Better hurry, though..."

And as he did, relief washed over me and I allowed myself to relax once more. His thrusts became faster and harder, until he was pushing me along the hood.

Then he pulled out without warning, and as I gasped in surprise, he flipped me over until I was laying on my back and he continued fucking me.

His face, twisted with lust, hung above me as his trust filled my cunt, and then he grabbed my dress and he simply pulled from it until it ripped, exposing my breasts.

As he grinned, he started sucking on my breasts as I held onto his head, completely delirious with lust.

And then, just as I was about to cum, he pushed himself deep into me and he froze.

A moment later he started grunting wildly and then he finally came, and as he did, I felt his cum flooding my cunt. The sensation was so strong that a second later it all became too much and suddenly I came.

My vision turned white and a high-pitched whine filled my ears as I collapsed onto the hood. Then I felt my body quivering under his, though the sensation was strange. I felt as if I had left my body and I was watching myself from above.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until my whole body was, and then I started giggling.

By the time I managed to open my eyes, Peter was looking at me with a look of satisfaction on his face. He was breathing hard and his face was covered in sweat, though the way he looked at me made me shiver.

Then he took a step back and as his cock left my cunt, I let out a long moan of lust.

I was exhausted, too tired to move, so I just laid there on the hood, feeling the heat of the engine under me as his cum dribbled out of my cunt.

"You look... beautiful, my puppy..." Peter said a moment later as he pulled his pants back up.

After a few minutes, I managed to get up too, though when I tried to pull my dress up, I realized that the straps had broken.

Dismayed, I looked at Peter, but he seemed unconcerned.

Before I could do anything, he pulled himself against me, and then he kissed me once more. Despite having just cummed, I felt my body burning once more and when he pulled back I was panting, out of breath.

As I did my best to hold my dress up, Peter looked at me and then he gave me a twisted smile. Before I could stop him, he grabbed my dress and he pulled it off me, ripping it completely.

Suddenly naked, I looked around in panic.

Thankfully, we were still alone, and though I wanted to cover myself, I knew I couldn't.

"Don't worry, its dark outside, no one will notice." he said as he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

Terrified, I nodded quickly and then I ran into the car. Once inside, I sunk into my seat, trying to hide from the outside.

Peter, though, stood outside for a moment, just looking at the city, and then he got on the car, and without another word, he drove away.

Luckily, no one seemed to see me on the way back home, and after Peter parked the car in the garage, I was finally able to breathe in relief.

I got out, thankful to be back home, and then I waited for him.

He was smiling, though, the that made me feel anxious.

"Come." he said as he went inside the house.

I followed him along the house until he stopped at the bedroom, and there he looked at me once more.

It was only then that I realized I was walking and when I did I dropped onto the ground and I looked at his feet, terrified I had angered him.

"Better... try not to forget again..." he said as he approached me.

"I am sorry... I... it won't happen again, Master." I said hurriedly as I tried not to start trembling.

A moment later he leaned next to me and he slipped the collar around my neck before locking it.

It felt just as heavy as the first time, though strangely enough, I found it comforting.

Then Peter took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed.

"Take you shoes off and come here, I am hungry..." he said as he patted the bed next to him.

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We had another 3 days together until my dad returned, and I spent the rest of that time naked, collared and plugged, and unable to cum.

It was both frustrating and humiliating, but as time went on the feeling of humiliation started to fade away, replaced by constant arousal that threatened to drive me crazy.

We had sex almost constantly, in one way or another, and I sometimes found it incredibly hard to resist the urge to cum, but the memory of my last punishment was usually enough.

By the time the last day arrived, I had become his pet, so slowly that I hadn't even realized it.

This time, Peter drove me home when the time came to go back, and as I sat on the passenger side, looking out the window, I felt strange.

It took me a while to realize that it was because I was dressed and I could walk. I had spent so much time naked and on my knees that what had been normal was now alien to me.

After kissing him goodbye, I entered my house and I did my now usual routine of cleaning everything, trying to erase any sign that I had been absent for a week away.

My dad, as usual, arrived exhausted and he went straight to bed, completely oblivious to everything around him, but I still preferred to do the work, just in case.

The next day, when he woke up, I offered to make us breakfast, and then we sat together to eat.

He asked me what I had done when he was gone, and as I tried not to blush, I told him I had spent most of the time at a friend's house. He told me he was sorry he was gone so much, but as always he had a lot of work and they were short on personnel at the company, so everybody was doing extra hours.

He did, however, offered me to go with him to LA the next week, though I told him I preferred to stay with my friends.

Though he looked disappointed, he told me he understood.

He was going away next Monday and he wouldn't return until Friday, so I would have almost a full week alone with Peter. Though the idea was exciting, I first had to spend the weekend away from him, which was something I wasn't looking forwards to.

We chatted a lot, and though he reminded me that I was still not allowed to cum and I assured him I wouldn't, the rest of the time we just talked about other stuff, almost like the first few days of our relationship.

It felt great, though after I went to bed I felt alone and it wasn't easy for me to fall asleep.

Finally, Monday arrived and my dad left. I didn't bother packing a bag, and instead, I jumped into the Uber Peter sent and I headed to his home once more.

He was waiting for me, as usual, and after the door closed he looked at me, and then I nodded slowly, already knowing what he wanted without having to be told.

I stripped off my clothes, leaving them on the floor by the door, and then I knelt on the floor.

After brushing my hair to one side, Peter locked my collar around my neck, and after checking to see if it was tight enough, he walked behind me.

"Lift your ass." he said.

Swallowing nervously, I did as he said and a moment later I felt the tip of the anal plug pushing against my sphincter.

It was cold, but he had lubed it, so it went easily into me until my sphincter closed around the base, locking it firmly in place. It felt bigger than the previous one, and though I wanted to ask him, I didn't dare to speak without permission.

A moment later it started vibrating once more, and it took me a minute to get used to the sensation.

Obviously aroused, Peter looked at me as I waited for his command, realizing that I was going to spend the whole week as his pet once more.

The idea, though still strange, wasn't as shocking as the first time.

We soon fell into a rhythm like before. We watched movies and spent time just sitting next to each other. When it was time to eat, Peter would cook and I would kneel next to him. He always fed me from his plate, though, and I was always hungry, something that only added to my frustration.

I still couldn't cum, of course, and we had lots of sex. When he wasn't fucking me, he would ask me to blow him, and then he would throat me until I started gagging.

When it became time to sleep though, he would sometimes make me sleep on the floor by the bed.

Those nights were horrible, not only because I rarely got any sleep, but because I missed feeling his body against mine.

A few days into my stay, when I reached a point in which my frustration became so great I started to get angry, I decided that maybe, just maybe, if I pleased him more than usual, he would take pity on me and he would let me cum.

Whenever he asked me to blow him, I would put all my energy into it, sucking his as best as I could or as deep as I could while I looked into his eyes. When it was time for him to cum, he would do it in my mouth, in my throat, or even in my face, and whenever he did, I would smile in satisfaction, hoping he would notice my efforts to please him.

But he never did, and no matter what I tried, I still wasn't allowed to cum.

We went on another date too, and once more, after I got dressed, I stood in front of a mirror and I looked at my reflection, feeling confused as I ran my hands over my dress.

Another week passed and I spent it with him, and by then I was counting the days since my last orgasm.

Sometimes, as he fucked me, Peter would start playing with my clit, something that drove me mad and threatened to make me lose control. Miraculously, and despite his efforts, I was somehow able to resist, though I always got the impression that he simply allowed me to win.

And then the end of summer approached and I realized that my time with Peter was coming to an end. I was going back to school, and that meant I wouldn't have time to spend the whole week with him.

Soon it was all I could think, and I became depressed.

I didn't want things to change, I realized, despite how crazy it sounded at first.

It took me a while, but in the end, I managed to gather my courage. One night, as we laid in bed, I knelt on the bed next to him.

"I... I need to speak, Master." I said, shivering at the last word, even after so long.

"Go ahead." Peter said, looking amused.

"I... I have been thinking that the summer is coming to an end... and I will have to go back to.. school... and I don't want to... so... I thought... that maybe you could take me... on a date... again... before I leave? Something... different, special... " I said after a while.

Peter looked at me for a moment and then he nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I have been thinking a lot about that. I don't want you to leave either..." he said as his hand brushed my clit, making me gasp.

"Special how, though?" he asked me a moment later.

Unable to give him an answer, I simply raised my shoulders and I waited.

"There is a place... a club, were we haven't been before. I like it there, and I have been thinking about taking you there, at least one. Though... it's a much more mature place, and I thought it might be too much for you..." he said a moment later.

And the moment he did, I felt anger flashing inside of me and I shook my head furiously.

"It won't..." I said a moment later, obviously angry.

Peter chuckled softly, apparently amused by my anger, and then he took a deep breath.

"Okay, I will take you there." he said a moment later.

"However, you have to agree to obey me in everything. You have never been to a place like this one, you have no idea how it works or what the people there are... let's say, capable of. So once inside, you obey me instantly and always, is that clear?" he said a moment later, his tone changing from amused to serious in an instant.

Suddenly unsure, I nodded slowly, fearing I might have made a mistake, but knowing it was too late to back down.

I wanted to ask him more about the club, and especially what he meant when he told me I didn't know what the people there were capable of, but I didn't.

I knew that conversation was over, for good or bad, and instead, I laid on the bed once more as I felt the vibrator moving once more inside my ass.