Pet woke up with his alarm, hearing Miss's voice call from the specialized alarm clock.
"Wake up, little sissy boy! Time to serve your Miss! Be late and get punished!" the voice of his Miss sounded out of the electronic device. "Wake up, little sissy boy! Time to serve..."
Pet tapped the key to turn it off and moved the three steps that led into his second room, a bathroom. There was no shower, just a commercial sink that was an open square and the smallest toilet for his solid waste.
Using the small, flushable device, he moved to try and warm the water leading to a hose to do his daily trio of enemas. Always three, always full and held for 10 minutes. There was even a timer that Pet found out also alerted to his Miss, so there was no taking short cuts.
Moaning as the liquid filled his bowels and he tensed, keeping the liquid inside and set the timer. Unlike most of his other times, there was no mantra to recite. This was the only time that he had to himself, his mind could be his own.
Not that his thoughts strayed far from his Miss with water inside him. She was the reason he completed this ritual each morning.
******************************************
Lorna heard the timer sound for the third time, alerting her that her Pet's morning was ready to be started. At her leisure. After his cleaning, he would go and wait by his door for her to come and release him. However long that took.
She stretched, still sated from the previous night's activity. Knowing that there was trouble at her Stable, with animals and trainers being injured, she needed to revisit to check on progress.
Would this be an opportunity for her to punish her Pet? It had happened often lately, and she was slightly concerned that he would eventually quit and force her to find another playtoy, but the threat of money kept him on a short leash...as it were.
*******************************************
Pet sat on his knees, staring at the door that led from the cramped space that he occupied to the rest of his Miss's large house. All that space, and he was confined to space that was less than the bedroom he used to sleep in.
He hoped that she would release his cock from its cage sometime during the day. Being cramped and straining to grow to its full four inches allowed him a little freedom, even if there was punishment. Punishment meant he could have an orgasm.
The door unlocked and Pet snapped to sitting straight, his hands on his head and looking excitedly at the door as it opened.
*****************************************************
Pet sat in form, kneeling with his hands behind his head. Cock cage obvious and leaking from all his thoughts trying to harden the appendage. His eyes looked ahead, not directly at her, but she could see he was happy to see her.
"Out, Pet." Lorna coaxed and Pet crawled out of his small space and stood at his full height as the door shut and locked behind him. "Are we going to have a good day, Pet? No punishments today? Is my little boy going to behave today?"
"Yes, Miss." he nodded and saw her smile.
"Then let's start my day off right." Lorna reclined on the couch. "Make me scream, Pet."
"Yes, Miss." Pet fell to his knees and approached his Miss's pussy. There was a scent he had smelled before, a musk of a man who wasn't him.
Pet ignored the scent and went to work, nibbling and licking on her nether lips, flicking to her opening and clit, back and forth. His fingers explored his Miss's sex, thrusting into her and causing her to moan.
"Yes, Pet. That's a good boy." Lorna crooned at him. "Make me cum soon and I will allow you a release as well. Do a good job, little boy."
Pet heard the reward and doubled his effort. He trapped her clit with his tongue and teeth, moving back and forth as he fucked her harder with his fingers, curling back inside of her.
Her moans increased and she screamed as he bit lightly on her clit, leaving her trembling as he licked her back to calm.
"Oh Pet, that was nice. Get me your crop." Lorna swooned. Pet bolted to a side table and pulled out a riding crop. It was almost his "play" punishments. They still hurt, but no where near the cane that she preferred. There had to be pain and punishment for him to have a release of his own.
He knelt, holding the crop in his hands above his head, waiting. For this, he would wait forever.
**************************************************