He was mesmerized by Her taste. After locking him in chastity, She began using his tongue much more often to pleasure Herself. "It only makes sense," She would say. "Why use my hand, when i have this perfectly good face to masturbate with?"
She was quite active when She sat on his face. As he washed the morning dishes, and went about his chores, he couldn't help but think about this morning, before She had left for work, She had used his face very hard, on the bathroom floor of all places. Having laid him down, and pissed in his mouth to relieve Herself, She had just begun grinding away.
He took it, as he must, but it had left a dull ache in the back of his head as he bathed Her, and then went downstairs to fix Her coffee and breakfast, then prepare Her lunch for the day.
She had left for work soon after eating, with a curt, "be a good pet today, do all Your chores. When I get home, there is someone I am going to want to you to meet."
He had just looked at Her quizzically, but She smiled, caressed his cheek and then was out the door. He turned and began cleaning up the breakfast dishes, then wiping down the counters, sweeping and scrubbing the floors on his hands and knees.
Following that he went through and dusted the entire house, vacuumed, and finally finished up by cleaning Her bathroom, til it shined. She was quite demanding in how things were to be done, and the slightest mistake made him tremble with dread to contemplate Her reaction. Though it seemed no matter how particular he was, no matter how careful, She always managed to find something, a small speck of dust he missed, a spot in the bathroom that he hadn't wiped down as thoroughly as he should have. He accepted the inevitable beating that would follow such a finding. It seemed his ass was to be permanently sore, which was fine, he didn't get to actually sit on it much anyway.
The day passed, fairly uneventfully for him. He cleaned, and he thought only of Her. She now occupied his mind with full residency. She had taken up every thought he had in his brain. Serving and above all pleasing Her was the only things he thought about anymore. Sometimes a stray, errant thought would cross his mind, of his life before Her. He quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind, best not to remember even the slightest details of life before Mistress. He had no life before Mistress. Mistress of course encouraged this, She had even changed his birthday to the day She placed the collar around his neck, according to Mistress he was now about 8 weeks old.
He looked up when he heard the sound of Her car pulling into the garage. A thrill went through him, and the damn spikes in his new cock cage reminded him painfully that getting overly excited was painful. But how could he not get excited when he knew She was near, She was his life, his entire world, his entire reason for wasting the oxygen She chose to share with him.
He had just finished his last chore, and rushed down to the door to the garage, and knelt like a dog at the door, eagerly. Oh god, he realized, he was actually wagging his tail!
Then the door handle moved and the door opened. There She stood. She looked a bit tired from the day She had, and She glanced down at him, and smiled.
"So excited to see Mommy, pet?" She leaned down and scratched behind his ears, his tail wagged even more. She had insisted that he was a pet, and She often times treated him like a dog.
He kissed her hand as She brought to his lips, and She smiled. "Fix me a drink and bring me a cigarette out on the deck, pet. It has been a very long day, and I want to relax a bit before dinner. Do not worry about preparations, Dinner is being brought by my friend I want you to meet. She is simply going to adore you!"
He nodded and went off to fix Her drink. Handing it to Her where She sat on the deck, he then lit Her cigarette and knelt there by Her side facing Her. Her hand casually came down and stroked his hair, pulling his head to her lap, and turning his face upward. The setting sun shone in his eyes and he blinked, but even brighter was the vision of Her looking down at him, exhaling a thin stream of smoke into his face as She ashed in his mouth.
He loved Her. He had realized that some time ago, but it never ceased to amaze him. He had never thought he would love again, and then She came along. As She quietly sipped Her drink and smoked, She would idly slide Her fingers down to pinch and torment his nipples. She loved the little whimpers he made when She really dug her nails into those sensitive oversized buds. He had always had big nipples, and She loved that and had such fun with them.
