The Thing

The thing knelt next to the velvet armchair, arms trembling as it held up a hefty mahogany tray, a glass of red wine in the middle.

Keeping the glass balanced was proving to be quite the challenging task, with the thing's sight obscured by a silk blindfold over its eyes. The scent of Master's perfume lingered on the material, giving the thing the sense that Master was right by it, even though it could hear Master's voice getting louder and softer as she paced up and down the room, speaking on the phone.

"What do you mean 'the statements aren't ready', they were supposed to be on my desk three days ago!"

The thing tried its best to focus on Master's voice, in an attempt to distract itself from the beads of sweat dripping down its forehead and back. Master liked keeping the room warm, and having held this position for almost an hour did not help. Its knees, lubricated from perspiration, had started slipping on the hardwood floor, and it had to squeeze its thighs together to keep itself, and the wine glass, upright.

"Get it done."

At long last, the thing heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and felt the blindfold being whipped off its face. The wine glass wobbled dangerously as the thing recoiled, blinking to adjust even to the dim lights in Master's study. Condensation from the wine glass, that had been slowly pooling on the tray over the last hour, dripped off onto the thing's lap and caged cock. Master stared, a displeased expression forming on her face.

"It's warm now. I can't drink this. Get me a new glass."

The thing nodded quickly, and moved to stand up. Pins and needles jolted through its legs as blood rushed back to the lower half of its body. It gasped in pain, eliciting a derisive chuckle from Master.

"What, was that too long for you?"

It had to place the tray on the ground and use the armchair as support, but eventually, the thing managed to stand and limp to the kitchen. Its limbs were stiff and achy. The thing thought that perhaps Master was being merciful this time - allowing it a short few minutes of standing and stretching while it replaced her wine.

When it returned, a new glass of wine in hand, Master was sitting comfortably on the armchair, scrolling on her phone. She kept her gaze on the screen as she took the glass, not even turning to glance at the thing.

"Down. On your back."

The thing obeyed immediately, getting on the floor right by Master's feet. Its knees were red from kneeling, and it was relieved to be able to spend time in a different position.

Master pressed one foot on the thing's cage. It groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, but was soon muffled by Master's other foot in its mouth. It kissed and sucked on each toe slowly as Master absentmindedly moved her other foot up and down its crotch, applying pressure alternately between its cock and balls. Master hummed contentedly.

It wasn't too long later that Master finished her glass of wine, and the thing felt Master pull her feet up and wiggle out of her panties. She reached down, grabbed the thing by its hair, and pulled it into a sitting position in front of her.

"Make me cum."

There was nothing the thing desired more. It pushed its face into Master's pussy, licking circles around her clit the way she liked, taking in her glorious scent. Master leaned back in the armchair and wrapped her legs around the thing's neck, heels digging into its back and pulling it into her.

"Who's a good fuck toy?"

More groans, as its cock grew harder and strained against its cage. It humped at the air, in a desperate attempt to get some relief, but to no avail. Master gripped its head tight against her pussy, grinding on its face, and only let go when the thing thought it was going to suffocate. It pulled back, gasping for air. A palm struck it across its left cheek.

"Don't you dare stop."

No, it would never. It dove right back into its task, all thoughts driven from its mind. It had no need for thoughts. It was only a thing, an object, existing solely for Master's use.

Fingernails dug into its shoulders. Heavy breaths and shudders as Master came, squeezing her thighs tight around its face as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She sat back, panting.

"Good toy."