How I Became An Ass Slave Pt 03

It started... Easy. Best friends as roommates! Nothing out of the ordinary excepting the occasional time once every 2 or 3 days where she'd tell you those 2 beautiful words: "Pup, worship."

When those words left her lips, what it meant was that nothing else you were doing mattered. You were to drop your current task and follow her around until her pants, leggings or skirt disappeared, upon which you were to kiss her cheeks softly and tenderly until she decided you were worthy of her asshole, and then the panties would too disappear, which was your sign to bury yourself as deeply as you could. How long would this last? It depended. Sometimes it was only for a few minutes; sometimes it was hours; sometimes she'd tease you and end it early before the panties came off; and on rare occasions she'd be EXTRA cruel and pull them down, give you a second- two at most- and then pull them back up. A giggle would leave her lips and a "Gotta make sure you remember it's a privilege, Pet" and you'd whine a "Hnnn... Yes Miss..."

Other than that? Your relationship was completely normal! You'd go to work, they'd visit with friends or work their part time job, you did an equal share of the cleaning and cooking, and nothing felt out of the ordinary. Normal lives except sometimes you were told to worship her, and you always had to obey.

That's how it... Started. It's been months since then, and things have, for lack of a better word, progressed. Here's a rough timeline of how things got to where they are now:

About 1 month in -

"Hey Finn," Ayla asked nonchalantly-- she wasn't using Pup, or Pet, or Slave, so you assumed this would be a "What should we have for supper?" or "Would you mind if I invited a friend over on Sunday?" conversation

"Yeah, Ayla? What's up?" You respond in an equally nonchalant manner.

"Y'know what'd be cute?" Ahhh, okay, something about an animal she'd love to own or a dream cottage in the woods, all too normal for her.

"What's that?"

"If you kissed my ass every time I entered or left the house." She stated flatly, turning to look you dead in the eyes.

She hadn't used any of her codewords, but that gaze was unmistakable. Miss was out. That flare you had come to be intimately familiar with, so much so you could *usually* tell a worship order was coming before she'd even parted her lips... But you hadn't seen it until now. Or maybe it had just appeared suddenly.

"Wh- I uh- well, uhm-" You stammered, struggling to form any coherent sentence as Pup and Finn battled for control, before ultimately "... you think?"

"I sure do! I could even use you as a stool to like, balance on while I put my shoes on, I think it'd be really cute." Miss was firmly here, there was no doubt.

"Hnn, uhm... O-Okay, yes Miss..."

That was the first instance of something being... Ritualised, for lack of a better word. No longer did you need to be ordered every time, there were wordless agreements that compelled you to kiss her ass as part of every day routine.

2 and a half months in -

You had gotten very used to Ayla's routines over the last few weeks, as one by one more and more activities became associated with your face being buried between her utterly divine cheeks. It started with a welcome and goodbye as she arrived and left... But it quickly evolved from there.

"When you first wake up, and before you go to bed." She said, with a followup "I don't care if I'm awake or not, but if I find out you didn't so help me god Finn I *will* make you regret it. Nudge me, and wake me up if I'm on my back." You hadn't been threatened by her until that point, you hadn't misbehaved. You weren't in a hurry to find out what that meant.

Sometime later, "While I'm brushing my teeth and doing my hair in the morning. I wake up a few hours after you anyways." It was true, and the agreement was quickly made that if work interfered with any of these it was forgivable. Again, that felt like a soft threat...

Then, "Before every meal you eat while I'm home, *especially* on the days I cook. And on the days you cook, while I'm doing the dishes and cleanup." She said, then followed it with a hearty, full-chested single "HA. Like you're cleaning my ass." Which you giggled at as well; her ass was always in good condition if she was going to ask you to worship it, and she made sure it was before any routine one. You were never into *actually* cleaning, but hearing her call it that made it feel way... Hotter.

She really liked that last one, and you suspected she would take an extra long time during it on purpose. 2 pots, 1 pan, 2 plates and 2 sets of utensils did NOT take 20 minutes to clean. You never, ever complained.

3 months -

Your first disobedient act came at 3 months of this. It's not that you were getting tired, far from it, your devotion had become so fulfilling it was almost all you looked forward to while you were home. You still HAD hobbies, sure, but none that felt better than worshipping Miss's ass. Not one.

But tonight? You had just finished a miserable shift, which normally is an easy remedy, involving your tongue diligently and excitedly lapping away between two utterly perfect orbs of fat and muscle. But you'd stayed 2 and a half hours longer than you were supposed to, and when you got home ALL you wanted was to sleep. That was it.

What you did not yet know was that you had just signed up to stay awake a goooood while longer.

You got home, past midnight, and immediately went to lay down... You debated for only as long as it took for you to go from into your PJs to laying in bed to decide whether it was worth it or not. You never hadn't kissed her ass, and it WAS out, she lay still on her side, a rhythmic breathing that felt calm and confident at the same time, barely visible in the darkness of the night dimly lit by a street lamp through the window.

You take your place in bed, resting your head on an impossibly soft and welcoming pillow- it was the same pillow as always, but it's not normally the first soft thing you've felt in hours.

...

......

"Is that so?" Came a murmur.

She was awake. She had been the whole time. You straightened up, your eyes like saucers and you looked down at her, she hadn't yet moved. Her breathing was still rhythmic, but different; like every breath was only barely containing fire itself.

"You forgot something, Pup."

"I-I'm sorry Miss it's just, I just, I was so tired after work and-"

"Did I tell you to speak?" She snapped.

"N-no." You replied instantly, almost automatically. Suddenly, every last word had left your mind

She sighed, then rolled to look at you, "I've been waiting for this. For you to fuck up. For you to forget your place. Don't worry Pup, you won't forget after tonight. I'll take care of that." And with that, she sat up straight, stood up and walked towards her dresser.

You sat there, frozen, a mix of fear and... excitement? No.. Nono, what? Excitement???

Before you had the time to reconcile this feeling, you heard the clicks and pulls of something off in Ayla's direction. Too dark to see still... After a minute or two, she visibly nodded, clearly happy with whatever handiwork she had accomplished, and turned back to walk towards the bed.

As she walked back towards you, a stream of light from the streetlamp managed to illuminate her torso and waist, granting you a brief glimpse of... Leather? You were still lost.

It wasn't until she got to you and firmly, almost lazily slumped back into the bed, in the same position she always took when you were going to spend hours in a reverse spooning position, face buried in her ass and your legs up by her head and your eyes drifted almost involuntarily at her ass, a chance to glimpse them taking hold over you like a spell.

A spell that was quickly interrupted when you realised what she had on. She had discarded her panties completely, and in their place was a mix and mash of leather and buckles and straps in what took a moment for your eyes to diagnose the blueprint and function of:

A harness.

"Pup. Face in my ass, right now. Do not make me wait or I will make this so, so much worse." She said, one arm reaching back to pull at the harness such that you could slip your head between it and her perfect flesh.

You instinctively started moving, before your brain could even have the time to hesitate, and as you slid your head past the harness you felt her reach to your neck and tighten a strap to a point where without *considerable* effort, you would not be able to pull your much larger head past the now much smaller hole.

You weren't just buried in her ass

You were stuck in it.

You tried pulling, you tried readjusting, you tried to find a way to move your head so there was anything other than your nose or your mouth planted firmly against her hole, but to no avail. The only thing it accomplished was a sadistic giggle you could hear from the other corner of the bed.

"Ahahahahahaha," she giggled maniacally, wiggling her ass deliberately in your face as she did so, "How's it feel? Don't answer that. I don't care. You are gonna spend all night buried here, and will only be let out when *I* decide to let you out tomorrow morning. Be grateful I work tomorrow or I have a feeling it would be a very, very lazy morning. If I catch you fiddling with those straps, if I feel you pull away or resist at all tonight, then I'll handcuff you behind your back and keep you there *every* night for a week, do you understand me?" She paused at this one, waiting for your resigned nod, which you gave after some consideration, fighting off the nauseating, intoxicating scent of her ass... How were you ever going to sleep like this..?

"Oh, and one more thing Pet; get that tongue working. If I fall asleep to it, then I'll consider getting you a treat tomorrow. Misbehave again though, and you'll be sorry. You have no idea the other toys I've bought for you. Don't give me an excuse to do trial runs of every single one over the next few days."

Author's note: Sorry everyone about the huuuuuuuuge delay between this and the last chapter! My life has gotten absolutely fucking insane the last many many months. This series is not dead. I have more tales to tell, but a less-than-constant posting schedule are gonna be the unfortunate reality. I'll do my very best not to let it fall too far down the totem pole, Miss would be pretty unhappy if I did now that things are slightly more normal.