Warning: This story deals with a BDSM relationship. If this lifestyle is not to your liking, you should not be reading this.
To all the others - all feedback is more than welcome.
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"Pet, wake up. You need to eat something. You have a big day ahead of you."
I hear Sir waking me up, and I feel really rested. I look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It is noon. This surprises me because Sir only lets me sleep in after an exhausting night, but last night was very calm. I do my morning routine in the bathroom and proceed to the kitchen to grab something to eat. In the kitchen, there is another surprise -- my breakfast is already prepared. This makes me nervous a bit, because making breakfast is one of my duties when I'm spending time at Sir's. I can feel that sadness approaching, the sadness of not fulfilling my duties towards Sir. In my head I go through everything I did yesterday and analyze everything trying to find out what I did wrong. I find nothing, but I still feel robbed of the opportunity to please Sir, so I ask him, "Sir, did I do something wrong?"
He stops me before I can say anything else, "No, pet. You were perfect yesterday. I let you sleep in because I have an assignment for you today and I need you rested for that. Tomorrow we'll go back to our daily routine and you'll do all the things you usually do, don't worry. "
The relief washes over me, my entire body relaxes and I offer a smile to Sir and thank him quietly. I eat my French toast with crème fraiche and drink my tea.
When I'm done eating I start to get up to clean my dishes but Sir stops me and places my leash and collar in front of me. I remember the last time he used these and I know what I need to do before he will put them on me. I slowly remove the chemise I put on after waking up. I fold it and place it on the counter. I then kneel at his feet in my standard waiting position -- my hands on my thighs, knees shoulder-width apart, my head bowed.
Sir clasps the collar around my neck and attaches the leash to the back ring on the collar. He uses the leash to lead me to the bedroom where he stops me before the footboard.
"Today I have a few friends coming over for a short get-together, and I don't want them to see or hear you. You'll stay in here tied to the bedpost like a good pet you are. I hope you took care of your bathroom needs because you will not be moving from here for a while."
As he explained this he fastened the leash to the hidden hook on the bedpost. This left me with enough room to either kneel on the floor next to the bed, or sleep curled up at the foot of the bed.
"My guests are arriving in half an hour and I want to be relaxed when they get here. On your knees, pet, suck me!"
I obey immediately, happy to finally be of service that day. When I free his cock from his pants it is already hard. I start slowly, the way he likes it. I suck gently on the tip of his dick, but Sir decides that today he wants it differently. He grabs my hair and pushes his dick in my mouth quickly. He fucks my mouth relentlessly and it takes him almost no time at all to cum. I swallow most of his cum, but a few drops do dribble down my chin. I quickly scoop them up and lick off my fingers, enjoying the satisfied look on Sir's face.
"Pet, your mouth was made for my dick. Now, be a good girl like I know you can be and be quiet."
He pulls on the leash and I get up. He pushes his hand between my legs and I can feel his two fingers dipping in my drenched pussy. As always when I suck him off, I am completely wet. He takes his fingers out and sucks one finger clean, moaning at the taste. He offers the second finger to me to finish cleaning him. I suck on his finger hungrily and this makes me even wetter. He then leaves, with a quick "Behave, pet and no touching," and I am left alone with my thoughts.
At first I don't know what to do with myself. I am so turned on by his fucking my mouth and his tying me with a leash. I focus on his orders. I know I need to behave. It's not just the two of us in the house today and I really don't want to disappoint Sir.
Soon I hear the door bell and Sir greeting his friends at the door. I can hear their laughter and their glasses clinking. I could feel myself slowly going to sleep while lying on the bed so I move to the floor. I kneel in my waiting position to help my focus. After a couple of minutes I can hear someone approach the bedroom door and open them quietly. My back is to the door so I can't see who it is, but as soon as the person speaks I can recognize Sir.
"Don't turn around, Pet." He approaches me and lifts my chin to look at my face. "You are doing well, I see. Good, pet. Stay like this for the rest of the day, kneeling in the position, back to the door, and don't turn around. I might let one of my friends see what a good pet you are." He then kisses me lightly on the lips and leaves the room.
