Man's Best Friend?

I'd been tied up against the drain outside the house for four hours and the only thing that filled my sad little mind was when could I be let back in to the warmth and how much time I had wasted standing chained to this drain pipe. The sweat under my latex suit pooled and the strong stench of acrid sweat filled my moist nostrils as I had been sobbing about my predicament. I sunk down to the patio and cradled my knees, staring at them with an angry and helpless intensity. Had I been anymore impatient the intemperate fever behind my eyes would have burnt through the plastic and my sharp and restless teeth could've ground through the chain. Alas, I am not superhuman and had to wait for Master to come and release me. Nestled against the wall as I was he approached me as he sauntered across the garden and crouched to stare into the helpless void of my eyeballs. He knocked my head and played with the ring on my collar as he pulled me towards him. I rose shakily, sulking at the punishment he had prescribed and grumpily followed his chain.

When we got back into the house he unzipped my suit and sat me on the floor of the shower, turning on the cold water. My arm flailed towards the tap, he caught me, slapped me across the face. Squeezing my jaw open with a simple crush, my mouth opened and he spat in it.

'Stay, cunt'. I shivered under the pressure from the shower head. "Cunt needs to think about what it has done, stay under there and consider why you were placed outside like a dog for all of those hours...actually bitch, remind me why?" My whole psyche flinched, I bit my lip and slowly raised my chin toward him. I took a long deep breath, my eyes brimming with tears from both the cold assault on my body and the interrogation of my master. Whose control was never questionable. "Well cunt, give me an answer".

"Sorry Master I touched my pussy and made it wet all by myself. I used my pussy for my own pleasure and not yours which was wrong, but...but I was so desperate to cum sir. I couldn't help myself you'd been gone so long and I missed you." Slowly blinking at him so as to try and maintain some sympathy for my needy crevice and my lack of patience when it yearned to be touched. I had been punished for this before.

He pulled my wet hair behind my nape and whispered into my clavicle "You know that is not your pussy, nobody touches your between-me-down-there without daddy's permission. Especially not you, slave. You have no rights. You belong to me todo with as I wish." Whipping my whole head around as he tightly controlled my strands I was face to face with him. Tears forming and a large globule of his saliva landed on my cheek. "And your pathetic shit sack body is all mine. It is an object subjected to my will, nothing more. It is incredulous that you even consider that you can have pleasure at your own hand. Wanton and greedy cum pig. I clearly didn't train you as well as I should've".

His pupils were so wide with passion it was as though his eyes had turned black, taking in a deep breath he slowly shook his head and said with a sigh "an oversight on my part, yet you have to learn. Your pleasure is for me and me alone. No desire is fulfilled without me there to see it. A lowly submissive such as you should never be so selfish. Master must always come first, in whatever you do. In all things I should be your first and last thought". He pulled me up by the hair, undressed himself and began to brutalise my wet body in the shower slamming me against the slippy tiles. Pinning me up against the wall and smacking my soggy arse with his calloused hands the wet flesh reverberating throughout the bathroom. God, that man was strong. Dragging me out of the shower he poked the bruises on my left leg, snickering at my whimpers and his grin growing at any sign of my discomfort. Then wrapping a towel around me he roughly removed the droplets from my skin as if he were rubbing down a dog.

"Pyjamas cunt, put your hair up and then I want you in the kitchen. We're going to play a game and show what happens to Daddy's cunt when it decides that its pleasure is more important than obedience to master." Snapping his fingers in my face he commanded me to "Move it hole." My hair dripped on to my shoulders as I changed - he didn't pay much attention to my hair as he dried me. Pain and aches were all I felt, alongside the fear that master was going to make me suffer for this. The nips of burning agony arose feelings of anger towards myself for my disobedience to the point I wanted to bang my head against the wall. I didn't because I knew there would be even more trouble if I hurt myself. Master was the only one in charge of the sensations that coursed through my body.

Banishing the notion. I did as bid, exiting the bedroom to join him downstairs. Short and hot breaths filled my lungs as I padded down the stairs to be greeted by him on his phone in the kitchen. He didn't even look up at me handed me a glass of water and began to bounce my nipple clamps to and fro. Noticing the assault on my nerves I swallowed my water as he continued scrolling and torturing my tits with a reckless fervour that sent sharp shocks through my chest.

Without warning he turned me around, pinning me up against the counter one hand on the cupboard above my head the other around my neck shoving his hardened tongue down my throat. His hands slid down the back of my pyjama bottoms and he began to hit my ass cheeks and the force tripped through my body. He placed one hand on my hip grabbed my jaw and started a sequence of spitting in my mouth and penetrating my facial orifice with his tongue. As his spit hit the back of my throat I continued swallowing what he was giving, I zoned out stared at the sink.

All I could think was why in this room. Nary a soft furnishing to be found. He continued to manipulate my body and slam me against the hard worktop. Next he grabbed my offending hand and held it over the hob charring the soft skin on my hands. Screeching in pain he then bent me over whacked my ass with a spatular several times. My pussy was weeping at this point along with my eyes. Master placed his hand over my mouth. I bit it and he dropped my to the floor. Lying on my back he pulled my hair and slapped me around my face until it was red raw and I was covered in his spittle. Eventually he stopped and my head rolled atop my neck and I spotted all of the gunk that resided under the oven. My cheek picked up the crumbs from the floor on account of its wetness.

Master stood over me and leered down. I continued to cry into the kitchen tiles. I lay on my front put my head in my forearms and weeped, the newly forming blisters pressurised against the tiles busting balls of woe.

A plate of tea and toast was placed next to my face, I looked up at master as he snarled and gestured his head towards it. I tucked my knees into my chest and ate what he had prepared for me. After my first bite he took the plate away from me. "That's enough", confused and frightened of the consequences if I disobeyed I let him take it and struggled up from the floor rubbing my burnt hands against my thighs in an attempt to make them feel better. One final tap on the ass and I climbed the stairs before him.

We arrived in the master bedroom he sat on the bed, I remained on my knees before him. Suddenly everything changed and he smiled down on me. My heart lifted at the kindness in his expression, fondly he sighed prior to speaking to me. His tone was quite changed as he intoned "you took your punishment well little one. Do you want Daddy dick as a treat before bed?" Gobsmacked at this offer I grunted and nodded. Tousling my hair as i crawled towards his package nestling my head against his member. "Ok you may unzip" he whispered conspiratorially. Reaching he tutted "Puppy has burnt hands. Hands that need a rest, place them behind your back." I obeyed. "You can use your mouth to unzip and pleasure me." And thats just what I did.

After swallowing every rope of cum he shot down my throat, I slept curled next to his feet. Peaceful for the most part - except for the kicks to my side when he wanted me to move. Of course I was more than happy to oblige wriggling as a distraction to the pain in my palms.

It was a privilege to be his pet. It was a pleasure to feel the pain. It was salvation that he would have me in his bed after I misused his property. How I loved him for his firm hand and gracious forgiveness.