She was woken by a tug on her neck. She realised that Master had attached a leash to her collar. She rose to her knees sleepily from her bed on the floor and greeted her Master.
"Good morning, Master. Did you sleep well?" She asked the question every day, since usually she was the one to wake him up. This morning, though, he had said he had to wake early to take care of some things, and she was to sleep until he woke her.
"Yes, I did, pet. Thank you for asking." This was his usual reply and it was always laced with sarcasm, since it was his idea that she should always ask in the first place.
"That is good to hear, Master."
"Have you remembered what today is?" he asked, knowing full well that she could never forget it.
"Yes, Master," she beamed, "it is the day I am to wear your mark, at long last." she thought suddenly that the 'at long last' part might displease him and hastily continued, "not that I mind the wait, Master."
She was relieved when he smiled at her. He could be so cruel sometimes, but he always showed affection for her, and didn't appear to tire of her company.
He nodded. "Good. You may stand."
Obediently, she stood. He had laid out her clothes, a short skirt and low-cut top. No underwear, no bra. She dressed quickly. He lead the way to the kitchen, and she followed behind him to his right, just as she'd been taught.
"I have prepared breakfast for you, I thought since it was your marking day I would allow you a small sleep-in."
"Thank you, Master." she was excited about finally being marked as his property, although she was a little apprehensive about getting a tattoo on her virgin skin. She told him this, and he laughed at her.
"Pet," he said, not unkindly, "you receive pain at some level almost daily, and you're worried about getting a tattoo?" She thought about this, and although she felt a little silly when it was explained to her like that, she tried to clear up what she had meant.
"It is the fear of not knowing what it will feel like, Master. Not knowing what sort of pain to expect."
"Think of it this way," he said. "You and I try new toys together, experiment with how they feel and the effect they have on you, don't we?"
"Yes, Master," she agreed.
"The tattoo gun is just another toy. It brings a little pain while in use, but the effect afterwards is the same as any other toy we use. It symbolises that you are mine, and I am happy to have you."
She felt much better about the whole thing now. "Thank you Master, that really eases my mind," she said.
"Good." He put a bowl on the floor and unattached the leash. "Eat your breakfast now, pet."
She knelt on the floor and began to eat her breakfast. She was lucky that he always fed her human food - some of his friends owned pets just like her and they had to eat dog food on occasion. She hoped Master would never give her dog food to eat, but if he did - well, she would just have to eat it and be damn grateful for the opportunity, she thought to herself.
He was watching her eat, she noticed, and when she had finished he called her over.
"I think I'd enjoy my breakfast so much more if you pleasured me," he said. She immediately knelt beneath the table. He was wearing tight leather pants today, and they fit snugly, showing the large bulge of his cock beneath. She eagerly unzipped his fly. His cock sprung forward, seemingly grateful to be set free from the confinement of leather. She placed her lips around his cock and began to run her tongue along the grooves beneath the head. He growled softly with pleasure, and she felt herself getting wet.
She took him deep into her throat, as far as he could go, and felt his cock throbbing in her throat. She loved the way his body responded when she was sucking him off. She loved the salty taste he excreted, and she especially loved it when he came. She was always careful not to waste a drop of it.
She grazed her teeth along the shaft, knowing that if she didn't do it out of initiative, he would command her to sooner or later. She sucked hard, alternating between deep-throating him, using her teeth and licking and teasing the tip until she felt him tense up. His engorged cock finally exploded inside her mouth, and she expertly collected every last drop and swallowed it all.
"Mmm," he said. "I've been looking forward to that all morning." She moved out from under the table and smiled at him. She noticed that his breakfast was untouched. He saw her looking at his plate and grinned at her. "I got a little distracted," he said lightly. "You're good at what you do, pet. You know just what to do to make me come. And hard."
She grinned back at him. "While you finish your breakfast, Master, would you like me to clean my plate?"
He nodded, his mouth full. He swallowed. "Thank you, pet. You're a good girl."
She smiled, feeling proud of herself for pleasing Master. She picked up her plate from the floor and took it to the sink. She ran some water and went about washing her plate. She noticed that there were other dishes that needed washing too, so she decided to clean those too, to please Master.
She was so engrossed in getting the dishes clean to Master's standards that she didn't hear him approaching. He stood behind her and slipped his hand beneath her skirt. She got such a fright that she dropped a plate she had been cleaning into the sink, where it broke into pieces.
"I- I'm sorry, Master," she stammered. "I got a fright."
"I know. You tend to get wrapped up in doing it right. I appreciate that you took the initiative in cleaning those dishes as well as your own. Don't worry about that one, it's replaceable." All the while, he was caressing her pussy from behind. He ran his fingers over her clit and down to her entrance. She could feel herself getting steadily wetter. She had pinned her to the bench, but she wouldn't have tried to turn around anyway. He kissed her neck, moving up to nibble on her ears. She could hear his breath in her ears, and it sent shivers down her spine. Without warning, she felt his hard cock enter her pussy. She realised for a fleeting moment that he probably didn't do his pants back up after she had sucked him off. He rammed into her, and her breathing becoming shallow. Soon she was moaning and pushing back as hard as she could. She wanted all of him inside her. Every last inch. He sped up, and drove harder into her. She was in ecstasy. Master wanted to fuck her today, and she was more than happy to oblige. He filled her, never fully leaving her. She cried out as he rammed hard into her again. Her knees were getting weak, it was lucky she had the bench to support her. She moaned loudly, pressing back into Master, taking all of him in. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, and she could hear the steady beat they made. Occasionally he uttered one of his animalistic growls, which got her even wetter, although she wasn't sure that was even possible. She could hear his breathing become shallow and she felt the pulse of his cock lodged deep inside her.
"Oh...fuck me, Master," she cried as he pounded her, viciously and brutally. He sped up even more, pounded her harder. In response she pressed harder against him. The sensation was incredible. No matter how much she loved swallowing his come, she loved it when he filled her pussy so much more. She could feel her orgasm rushing towards her.
"Come for me, Pet," he said, sensing she was close.
Two more strokes and she was thrashing and writing against the kitchen counter as she lost all control. He continued to ram her throughout her orgasm, and she felt his cock swell and then explode as he came in four long spurts in her hot cunt. She felt the warmth of her Master's come fill her, a welcome sensation. He withdrew, and she felt the emptiness as he left her. She was suddenly aware that fluid from him and from her was running down her leg. She grabbed a bunch of paper towels off the counter and hurriedly cleaned herself up. Master was watching her, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You're a damn good fuck, pet."
"Thank you Master." she blushed a little. He laughed.
"Go and have a shower and do your makeup. I'll give you half an hour."
"Thank you, Master." she disposed of the paper towels and went to the bathroom. She showered quickly and did her makeup just how Master liked it. She presented herself to him twenty minutes later.
"Early, even," he said, looking up from his newspaper with a smile. "Come and sit by me. I'll finish reading this paper and we'll go."
"Yes, Master," she replied, and sat obediently at his feet.
She watched him read, watched his reactions to articles he read, surveyed his body. His pants moulded to the shape of his body, skimming over the large bulge of his cock. Master's cock never seemed to be anything other than erect and at attention.
Eventually he finished reading and stood. "Now, pet, I managed to get a personal friend of mine to do your tattoo. Let's go." He attached the lead to her collar and led her out the front door. He loaded her into the car. As they drove, her stomach twisted in knots. She was nervous, no matter how Master had put it. She had never had a tattoo before, she didn't know what to expect. That was the worst part. She knew she sounded stupid, even in her own head. She dealt with pain on a daily basis.
He pulled up to the tattoo parlour and stopped the car. He turned around to look at her. "It's time."
She sighed. He opened the door and she stepped out. He led her to the front door and pushed it open. A bell went off somewhere inside. A gorgeous woman with bright red-dyed hair came around the counter and greeted them. Master's personal friend was a woman?
"Hi, Sir. And this must be your slave?"
"Yes, she is." Master sounded proud to own her. She decided to try extra hard to keep him proud of her
The tattooist looked at Master, and he nodded at her.
"My name is Rose," the tattooist introduced herself. She nodded. Master tapped her sharply. "Nice to meet you," she said to Rose dumbly.
Rose didn't ask her name. She just nodded, and said to Master, "I'll get this drawn up." She moved over to the bench and started to draw up the tattoo.
"You wait here, I'm going to speak to Rose," Master instructed her. He detached the lead and tucked it into his pocket, then went to speak to Rose.
She watched them - they chatted easily as Rose drew up the tattoo. She wondered what was or what had been between them, but she knew it was none of her business.
"Pet," Master called to her finally, "Come and see this."
She trotted over and inspected the tattoo draw-up. It was beautiful - the outline of a raven with the initials of her Master inside.
"Master?"
