It was a rainy afternoon. Our plans to visit the botanical gardens were literally a wash. I decided to make the most of the time at home and curl up with a good book. You decided to whine and pout and that's how you ended up on your knees beside the sofa, hands behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth.
I look down at you absently at the end of a particularly riveting chapter. Your big, brown eyes are fixed on me, pleading.
"Are you ready to be a good puppy now?"
You nod and whimper softly. I try to hide my smile as I lean down to remove the gag. You keep your hands behind your back, but lean forward to kiss my hand as I move to put the gag on the table beside us.
"I'm sorry, Miss," you whisper as you nuzzle my hand. I run my hands through your soft, brown hair, petting gently.
"You're forgiven, my little love. But isn't it better when you're a good boy for me, hmm?"
You nod vigorously and move to kiss my legs. I grab your red leather collar and tug on it gently. "Did I say you could do that?"
"N-no, Miss, but...."
"Say please."
"Pleeeease....please, Miss. Please let me worship you."
I laugh quietly and let go of your collar. "All right. You may worship my legs and feet while I read, but you'd better keep quiet and not disturb me."
You immediately begin kissing my right outer thigh, moving slowly down toward my knee. I pet your hair absently as I return to my book. I feel your tongue lick softly just behind my knee and hear you trying to stifle a moan. You lick and kiss a warm, wet trail down my calf before kissing my heel gently.
By this point you're whining quietly and I'm only pretending to read my book. You lick softly up and down the sole of my foot, pausing to kiss each time you reach the heel or toes. You kiss each toe gently before putting all of them into your mouth at once. Your eyes are closed and your face is red with the effort, but I know you love this. I can see the evidence when I glance down between your spread knees. You're rock hard and straining against your shorts. You're so deep in ecstasy that you don't think I'm looking. I catch one hand moving from behind your back to palm yourself roughly.
"Did I say you could touch, pup?"
Your eyes pop open and you shake your head slightly, whimpering as you put the guilty hand back in place. I pull my toes from your mouth and begin to scold you.
"Such a greedy, disobedient boy. You're supposed to be serving me, making up for your brattiness earlier, and instead you're rubbing yourself and making a dirty mess in your shorts."
