Pet's Story
Chapter One
This is a 100% true story. Except for the parts that aren't. And those at least
feel
real.
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The sharp blare of the morning alarm causes pet to slowly wake up.
Slowly at first, from the delirium of interrupting his body's natural sleep cycle, he reaches one hand out to search blindly for his phone. Relying on a combination of sound and muscle memory he finds the phone after only a few buzzes and silences the alarm.
He takes a few moments to focus his eyes — at 47 years old, it takes him a little longer that it used to ... a little longer than like — and looks at the time. 5:45am.
His face lights up with the realization that Miss is likely already awake and might have sent him an email this morning.
He relishes every email Miss sends him, because a new email from Miss means a possibility that She will share details about her life with him, or She will praise him for being a good boy, or on rare occasions She will give him permission to touch himself.
Disappointed, pet see's no email waiting for him this morning yet. Still, he is now at full wakefulness and knows he must start the day.
Resisting the urge to languish in bed doom-scrolling, pet forces himself to set the phone back down, face down, and takes stock of his situation.
He is lying naked on his queen-sized bed, alone, underneath his imitation silk sheets. His cock is rock hard, as it often is when waking up — it's been a little over three weeks since the last time pet was permitted an orgasm.
I refer to it as 'his cock' but only because it's physically attached to his person. In actuality, pet promised Miss near the start of their relationship that it fully belongs to Her. Pet isn't allowed to play with it, touch it, or even look at it without Miss' permission. In fact pet even
thinks
of it as 'Miss' cock.'
Pet rocks his hips a little so Miss' cock rubs against the sheets ever so slightly. For now, Miss permits him this minimal pleasure from Her property, as long as he doesn't abuse it.
Still under the covers, pet leans over the side of the bed and retrieves his house uniform from the floor where he left it the night before.
Pet's uniform consists of only a simple off-white half apron, with red trim and a drawstring that ties around the waist in the back, and hangs down 12 inches. Adorned at the back are dozens of thick pink yarn threads, that give the apron an quasi-fringed skirt look. Apart from the apron, pet is expected to be completely naked at all times.
Miss designed pet's house uniform so that pet is naked for all practical purposes, yet has a humbling feminine quality to it. And quite intentionally, so that it blocks Her cock from pet's casual observation. Looking at Her cock is a privilege that pet must earn.
Once in uniform, pet throws off the covers and looks down at the tent formed by his still erect cock. He knows Miss would want to see Her property so hard as proof that pet has been a good boy and not played with it. He grabs his phone and turns on the camera. Then holding his phone in his right hand he lifts up the apron with his left and takes a picture of Miss' cock with the right.
It is only from months of practice that pet is able to take a decent quality picture without looking at Her cock himself. He emails Miss the photo, only looking at the thumbnail for as long as needed to complete his task.
Satisfied with the results, and confident that Miss will be pleased with the morning check-in, pet rolls out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He sets his orthodontics in their automatic cleaner, and brushes and flosses teeth while wearing his uniform.
Ready to shower, pet steps out of his uniform and hangs it on the bathroom door next to the towels. He is careful to keep his eyes looking straight ahead and not drifting downwards to glance at Miss' property.
In the shower, before turning it on pet's first duty is to empty his bladder. To reinforce pet's identity as Miss' pet, Miss has instructed that at least once every day, before showering, pet must pee like a puppy. Pet gets down on his hands and knees, his bottom facing the shower head and drain. He tilts one leg up to get out of the way and relaxes until he's able to pee. Depending on how full his bladder is from the night before, he may pee far enough that he sprays on his own hands while kneeling. Today he's lucky, and the pee does not get on him at all.
Standing up, pet turns on the warm water for the shower. During his shower is one of the few times pet has permission to look directly at Miss' cock — good hygiene is important. He soaps up, making sure to only touch Miss' cock for the minimum amount of time necessary for cleanliness. He also makes note of how much stubble has grown around Miss' cock and balls.
"I'll need to take care of that today — it's getting long again," pet thinks out loud.
Miss has ordered pet to keep Her cock and balls hairless, but as She does not condone shortcuts, pet is not allowed to shave or wax the hair. Instead pet has been ordered to pluck his pubic hairs out with tweezers manually every few weeks, after they regrow long enough. Miss knows a little pain is good for pet; it will help keep him disciplined.
After he's showered and toweled off, pet steps back into his house uniform, applies deodorant, and gets ready to prepare his breakfast.
Pet has long since stopped being self conscious walking around his house wearing only an apron. When he first put it on, he was paranoid that anybody could see him at any time through any window of the house, or that strangers would come to knock on the door and spy him coming upstairs from the basement.
Time has dulled those nerves and after months of never having been caught in uniform by another soul, pet no longer has any second thoughts about being seen at all. On the contrary, he now feels itchy and uncomfortable any time he's
