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.
Pulling on one of his fat little nipples She looked down into his eyes and spoke softly, "I want you on your best behavior tonight, pet. Any hesitation, any reluctance on your part to do exactly what you are told will be met with the harshest punishment. Do you understand?"
He blinked and wondered briefly when had the slightest misstep by him not resulted in harsh punishment? He didn't voice this momentary thought, he simply replied, "Yes Mistress," and She smiled. Oh how he loved to see Her smile. It lit up his whole world and shined brighter than any star.
He was slightly curious as to what Mistress had planned for their evening, but he trusted Her completely, and would simply look forward to what was going to happen, regardless of how he felt about it.
Dinner had gone off well. Mistress had had two guests over. Two tall women, built beautifully as if they had been manufactured to be someone's wet dream. His first thought upon seeing the lovely young blonde Women was that his tongue was going to be very busy that night. He was right, and he was wrong as he would soon find out.
The three had talked throughout dinner on various topics while he stood in the corner, ready to refill wine glasses, and to serve out the various courses throughout dinner. They talked about various training methods for submissive males, and how best to punish, what their favorite implements were. Several times one would glance over at him and giggle as She saw him blushing in the corner. It still amazed him that he had felt just about every implement they talked about in action, and yet still had a sliver of fear creep up his spine at the mere mention of the cane or a dressage whip.
As they adjourned to the playroom, he cleared the table and quickly washed up the dishes, then he heard the call.
"Pet, come here now, we are quite ready for you," Mistress' voice had that tone that told him to hurry, and hurry he did, as he stepped into the room, lit by what seemed like a hundred flickering candles, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide, his mouth dropped open.