How do you care for your possession? ...

10:43 pm - Thu, Feb 2, 2012: 168 notes

How do you care for your possession?

So the other day it happened. Something that has been long in coming I suppose. I had given Pet some instructions that when I got home I wanted to find her as I left her that morning. Pussy locked, collar on, nothing else.

Arriving home she greeted me as she often does. Kissing my cock as well as my lips, and showed her owner that the table was set and ready for our meal. However I was in … a mood.

“Table? Do you think this Owner today should eat from a table? Just how important am I to you Pet? Should I not be fed like a king today?”

She looked a little confused…

I told her to come and sit by me on our couch, and feed me by hand. Cheese, bread (she makes some of the best bread you can imagine and I don’t remember the last time we bought store bread). Now I was not just going to take and not give, as while she was feeding her Sir, I kissed her several times… lips, chest, grabbing her wrist to kiss the underside of it.

“Were you made to serve me Pet? No matter what it is I need?” I asked her after sucking that place below her palm on her wrist.

Of course we both know her answer. She was made to please me in any way I need or want. My want right now involved hooking my finger into her collar, and pulling her down between my legs. As I continued to eat, I pulled my warm penis from my pants. Its a little slick from the heat that had been trapped in there with it after working most of the day. She did not seem to mind. I know my Pet loves me and my cock no matter if I am clean, dirty, sweaty. It does not seem to matter to her.

I am certain she knows by now my mood is different, but I know also from talking to her that morning and by text messages that her mood is a little different. The flirting is…edgier. Yes, edgier… to the point I grabbed her hair and forced my cock to go all the way to the back of her throat. I could see her eyes looking at me watering, I could feel her struggling harshly to breath through her nose. She seems to gag just a little but does not reject what is occupying her mouth.

I know she does not like this. That it makes her nervous. But this is her owner doing it to her, and she is submitting like the wonderful slave she is. When I let her off my ridged hardness she sucks in breaths and I can tell that her tears have run down her cheeks.

“Get your bowl.” I told her (you all thought we had given up on this didn’t you!)

She walks on the balls of her feet as though she has heels on to the kitchen and returns with the bowl with her “name” on it. Standing there Pet looks…nervous. She is made to kneel down again and the leash that as beside me is now hooked onto her collar.

“Make me cum in it Pet.” I ordered her as I placed it between my legs and under the tip of my cock.

She does go to it. Sucking, kissing the head, licking the ridge around the tip, tracing the veins, jerking on the shaft with her hand. My eyes closed, my head tilted back. I have to admit it was not easy to cum this way. Guess I had some thoughts holding me back but tumbler did help. In part thinking of some of the sexy images we have both clicked and liked as well as reblogged and the surge came. I pulled out of her mouth and cupped the bowl so that my jizz landed into it and pooled in the bottom.

It was not as much as I thought as it seemed to hardly cover the bottom of it. Not that it really matters (I hope). I stood up and holding the leash tugged on it.

“Come” I ordered.

She started to stand up but I put a hand on her shoulder. “Hands and knees Pet. I want you to crawl there.”

Once in the kitchen I put the bowl down by the diswasher. Pet looked at the bowl and up at me. I could just picture the thoughts running through her head (and she shared them later with me.) The confusion was there in her eyes. I could sense her humiliation at doing this. Her nipples were also hard and when she leaned over from behind I could see her labia enlarged and a sheen of wetness on her sex.

“Is that my cum Pet?”

Pet nodded. “Yes, Master, that is your cum.”

“Where does my cum belong?”

Still on all fours, her ass in the air and the little lock peeking between her legs, Pet replied, “inside your cum-slut, or on your cum-slut, Master.”

“Than don’t let it sit there in that bowl getting cold.” Master added “or do I need to make you?”

Pet lowered her face to the bowl. She reached for it with her hands but master shook his head and jerked the leash. “no hands, Pet. Just your tongue, and lips.”

I watched intrigued as she lowered her head to the bowl and extended her tongue to lick up my cream for her. She did very well but I didn’t let her clean the tip of her nose after she had gotten a little on it.

Master was very pleased and as she was leaning over I stuck a finger up behind her into her pussy and slowly rubbed her with it. She finished her task as I rubbed her inside with my middle finger and sat up.

She smiled.

I licked my finger off that had been in her and undid the leash. We spent the rest of the night with her curled up on my lap, my arms around her. We kissed a lot. I reassured her that I loved her (I do). I told her how pleased I am with her (not just this but she is amazing at everything in life she does). We fell asleep spooning in bed, with my arm around her.

It was… amazing. And… she has been horny and talking about this ever since so there is more than just this little part that has been going on.

Master