Just Another Day
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Service
Ben followed along as Master led him with the leash towards her dining room, stopping at the head of the large dining table where some toys and equipment was waiting. She took a seat facing her Slave, stroking his erect cock while coquettishly smiling at him. "Did you enjoy the flogging, Slave?" He knew better than to look at his Master without permission and nodded, staring straight ahead. "Yes, Master." She lightly chuckled.
"This cock of yours gives you away. You enjoy being flogged, don't you?" "Yes, Master." Another chuckle. Suddenly, she squeezed his balls hard, enough to make him bend over slightly and moan in pain.
"Whose cock is this?" "It's your cock, Master." "Whose to do with as they please?" "Yours, Master." A light smack with her hand on the shaft. "That's right." Harder squeeze. "Mine." She reached next to her, on the table, and took a cube of ice she had prepared, running it over his rapidly shrinking shaft. The sensation made him shiver and softly moan.
Waiting until his cock had shrunk, she wordlessly grabbed the next item, something he was all too familiar with. She began to lock his cock in a chastity cage, smirking as she put the final lock on, trapping it. She took hold of it, squeezing it as it struggled against the cage, trying to get erect to no avail.
"It looks much better under lock and key, don't you think, Slave?" She laughed, not waiting for a response, as she got up and made her way behind him as she put on a latex glove. "Bend over." He complied, spreading his legs as he did so. He knew what was coming as he heard a squirt from a tube and a cold, wet feeling on his asshole.
"Whose ass is this, Slave?" "It's your ass, Master." SMACK. His ass still stung from the flogging which intensified the slap. "That's right, Slave." He felt a large buttplug start to stretch his asshole as she slowly slid it into him. "Mine." She said for emphasis as, finally, it slid all the way in, snug in his ass as he whimpered and moaned. "Stand up straight."
He raised his chest and closed his legs, assuming his usual position. She tapped the base of the plug, sending shots of pleasure up his spine and making him shiver and moan as he felt his cock struggle to grow against its cage. "Nice and snug. Do you like it, Slave?" Taking just a second to catch himself, he replied. "Yes, thank you, Master." One last, more forceful tap made him bend over ever so slightly before he righted himself.
He heard her discard the glove behind him followed by her sitting down in front of him. "Give me your foot." He raised it obediently, keeping it in the air as she locked a leather bondage cuff to it without a chain. She ordered him to lower it and raise the other foot, locking a cuff on as he complied. Then she got up and made his way behind him.
He felt her bite down on his neck, just below his collar, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to feel it. He exposed his neck further to her as his breath became ragged. She held his neck as he fell deeper and deeper into subspace. Finally, she let go and whispered into his ear. "You're mine, Slave."
She undid the chain locking his hands behind him but kept the cuffs on. Making her way back to the chair, she gestured to the leftover materials, the lube, the spare gloves and things like that. "Put this away, Slave." He affirmed the instruction and complied, clearing away the materials, putting them back where they belonged (he had done this enough to know where everything went).
He stood before his Master as she read a book, barely paying her Slave any mind. "Pour me a cup of tea and bring me a tea biscuit to go with it." Again, he affirmed the instruction, heading to the kitchen next to the dining room. Every step sent shivers of pleasure thanks to the plug but he pushed through, desperate to serve and please his Master.
In a few minutes he returned with a tray, a cup and saucer, a teapot and the biscuit. He knew what kind of tea Master liked. He remembered his training very early on in their sessions as she taught him how to make it exactly to her specific tastes, promising ten whips with a single tail for every failure. Suffice to say by the time he left at the end of that weekend he could not comfortably sit down for quite some time. But he always knew how to make her tea perfectly after that.
He carefully poured her tea, diligent to not drop any of it (more whippings had taught him that), dutifully placing the cup and saucer in front of her, along with a small spoon. Then, he resumed his position next to her, standing at attention and awaiting her instructions.
She casually took a sip of the tea, not taking her eyes off her book as she did so. Apprehensive, he stood still, awaiting her judgement. After an excruciatingly long pause, she said "Very good, Slave. I am pleased." Pride swelled within him as the tiniest of smiles took his face. "Thank you, Master.
She took her time drinking her tea, keeping him at attention and awaiting her instructions. After quite some time, she turned to face her Slave. "On your knees in front of me, Slave." He obeyed without delay. She smirked as she pressed her heel into his face. "Worship, Slave." He happily obeyed, gently and reverently taking her feet in his hands and began to worship them and her heels with his tongue and mouth. She continued drinking her tea as her Slave devoted himself to worshiping her feet with every fiber of his being.
She took a moment to look at him, catching him looking up at her as he worked on her feet. The look on his face was one of sheer devotion and adoration. He quickly caught himself and looked down at his task. She smiled. He was hers, fully, and she knew it.
After ten minutes devoting himself to worshiping her feet she pulled her feet back and ordered him to stand up. Gesturing to the now empty cup, he placed everything onto the tray and whisked it away, carefully cleaning everything in the sink and placing it in the drying rack. He then returned, cleaned up the crumbs on the table and floor (when he was down there she took the opportunity to tease his caged cock with her heels) and disposed of them before returning and assuming his position again.
She got up and placed her hand on his face, gently stroking it. "Very good, my Slave. Very good. Your Master is pleased with you." He leaned ever so slightly into her touch as he felt himself blush. "Thank you, Master..." He said softly. She gently made him look into her eyes as she continued stroking his face. "I think you've earned a little reward before our next phase." He looked at her, trying to keep as stoic and neutral a face as he could while being aware that he was failing miserably. "Thank you, Master."
She gently tapped his face and smiled before clipping a leash to his collar and locking the chain on his hands and feet, securing his hands behind his back and hobbling his feet. Now, he could only take relatively short steps. She tugged on his leash and led him along, taking a leisurely pace due to his leg restraints. She made their way to the backdoor of the house, stopping to take in the bound figure of her Slave.
"We're going for a walk, Slave. It's a lovely day out, after all. Besides..." She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. ".....you could use a little break before I do what I've promised I'm going to do to you, Slave." A chill went down his spine as he remembered what she had promised in their last session. He could not think on it for long, however, before she tugged on his leash and led him outside for their walk.
The Walk
The weather outside was peaceful, the light wind adding a level of serenity as they walked on her grounds. He followed along behind her obediently, the chains on his feet occasionally rattling as they slowly walked the path. She took this opportunity to ask about how he was doing. She knew what he was here for, the peace he sought, and found that a period where they could talk more....normally, even with the usual restrictions, helped him find that peace and kept bringing him back.
She was not going to lie, she quite liked him. He was attractive, submissive, obedient, he could take what she dished out, he could serve willingly and worship her anyway she wanted at a single word from her. She enjoyed playing with him, dominating him, torturing him and using him. But beyond that, she found she genuinely enjoyed his company.
He was smart, kind and, when they interacted outside of a power exchange, he was funny and charming in an effortless way. Of all her clients, he was the one she enjoyed the most. Even now, listening to him talk about his week, his work and his thoughts, she was actually interested in what he was saying. She never had to fake interest unlike some of her other clients.
They walked past her rose garden. She saw her gardener James tending to it, pulling a few weeds from among the garden. Turning, he gave her a wave and a smirk as he saw Ben being led behind her before he went back to his work. She waved back and turned to face Ben. He was blushing but maintaining his composure otherwise.