The moment I opened the email with His instructions, I knew that He was going to challenge me in ways I have never been before.
The instructions were clear and concise.
I had to be at His house at 15:00 and dressed in only a coat and high heels.
I was to pack only a toothbrush for the weekend.
I was to drink 6 glasses of water and was not allowed to relieve myself after 14:00.
Reading that, I shivered. He has transformed into Mr Hyde....
As I walked in the door, He walked up to me, pulled me by my hair to my knees. I was helpless against His power. But I also had no will to resist Him. I wanted to be on my knees before Him.
With His other hand He put the collar around my neck. Moving my head around by my hair, He exposed the line of my neck. The first bite was unexpected and I flinched and called out without thinking.
Roughly He pulled my face to His, forcing me to look at Him.
'Are you going to fight me, bitch? Is that really the route you want to go this weekend?'
I shook my head, knowing how He will punish any disobedience. I couldn't handle that. I still remembered the last time too vividly. His smile was one of satisfaction, power, success.
Looking into His eyes, I was struck again with the awe I feel whenever we play or when we meet for a weekend, even just when we talk on the phone. His Mastery affects me deeply. I submit absolutely to Him.
His next words sounded the tone for the weekend: 'Puppy-Bitch, Your Master will take His pleasure.'
His command to 'stay' was obeyed without thought and my excitement grew as I saw the toys He had on the table, ready to be used. I saw Him take the tail in His hands.
I was surprised when I felt His finger probing my hole, expecting the plug. I could feel His fingers playing over the ridges; pushing gently at the tight ring. Applying some lube to His finger, He started pushing harder...I felt my body allowing Him to penetrate. Slowly at first, He started moving His digit inside me. I groaned, arching my back, allowing Him easier access. I felt the wetness from my pussy, melting down my legs.
His movements become faster, deeper.
My breathing becoming haggard...
Another finger stretched my hole even more. I groaned out as His digits pound into my most private place. And suddenly He stopped. I groaned ... on the brink of losing control...of giving myself over to the mindlessness of an orgasm....
'You are a bitch in heat, aren't you?' He growled into my ear. I heard Him but had lost the ability to speak.
'Aren't you? Answer me!' I summoned all my strength to whisper: 'Yes, Master' hanging my head in total defeat as I surrendered more to Him.
Satisfied with my submission He stood up and pulled the leash He had attached to the collar. I followed obediently on all fours. Only then did I see all the preparation He made for this weekend: a stainless steel water and food bowl next to the back door. The steel cage in the corner of the lounge. In the Master bedroom is a dog pillow next to Masters' bed.
He pulled the leash towards the back door and I followed obediently, knowing what He was planning...
Opening the back door we walked to the patch of grass. He bent down, spreads my hind legs and looked at me as He issued the command I dreaded, but knew would come:
'Pee, my sweet puppy.'
Face red, I squat down, willing the liquid from my body. But, as always, the first time is the most difficult.
I felt His fingers playing with the folds of my sex. I felt the urge to squat even more. Then His harsh order.....He knew exactly what to do to get my body to comply....
'Puppy, you will fucking give me what I want!'
The wet stream flowed from inside me, over His hand, down my legs. The relief I felt was deeper than the mere physical. It was the final barrier, the one of my mind, that He pulled down and He knew it so well.
I followed the leash straight into the bathroom. He removed both the collar and leash. He drew a bath and obediently I got in, still on hands and knees. There was an anti-bacterial soap on the edge of the bath. Pumping soap into His hand, He started to vigorously work the soap into lather. Over my shoulders, back, hips, circling back to my sides. Then His hands found my breasts, cupping them as they hang down, pulling at the nipple. Gentle at first, then harder.....harder. They reacted, became pebbles. I was aching for more and more of His touch. His hands roamed over my tummy...and reached my aroused cunt. His hands rubbing over the lips....working the soap over my already sensitive clit... further... further... washing the tight rosebud hole. My breathing became faster... I arched my back, giving Him easier access, moving my hips slowly at first, then quicker, wanting to continue feeling His probing. Anticipating His penetration, but He pulled back.
'Remember my little bitch. You won't cum before my say-so.' Disappointed, I nodded.
Finished with my bath, He rubbed me down with a soft towel. Again His fingers probed my asshole. But then I felt the intrusion of the plug.....Pushed inside.....slowly...slowly...I groaned and felt juice pooling inside my pussy. I felt full, stretched. Not a comfortable feeling at first...
He put the collar and leash around my neck. Crawling after Master, I felt the soft leather of the tail swing against my back legs. He ordered me to drink some water and I lapped it up like a puppy. I was so exposed, vulnerable, ass in the air, breasts on the floor, drinking water like a dog. Both my ass, filled with the tail, as well as my cunt was on display for Him, for His pleasure and satisfaction.
