I slept in a big round dog bed at the foot of his bed. A long chain that was locked to my collar was connected on the other end to the wall next to his pillow. It wasn't easy to sleep. He had taken all my clothes and left me naked except for my collar, so I curled up on the cushion, just trying to make it through the night.
His alarm went off before the sun came up. He'd given me instructions the night before so when he shut it off and, without getting up reached over and tugged on the chain, I knew what he wanted it. I stretched in Child's Pose and crawled over to his bed. He was lying naked on his back, his half erect cock sprawled out on his thigh.
He had just bought me yesterday and aside from taking my clothes he hadn't touched me yet. But he told me to wake him up in the morning with a blowjob. I knew this was a test and that I'd probably be punished if I took too long to get started, but I just sat there staring at his enormous cock, and it wasn't even fully hard yet. He tugged on the chain and urged me on sleepily. "Come on, girl, come on. Be a good girl." He pulled a harder and put his other hand on the top of my head, pushing it towards his cock.
I didn't really have a choice. I started licking around the base of his shaft, and up to the top of his cock. He pushed my head down on him all at once and guided me to bob up and down on him. After a while he let go and crossed his arms behind his head, letting me do all the work.
"That's a good girl, yeah just like that," he said to me. "Lick my balls now, good girl. That's right. Look up at me, yeah that's right, don't stop. Good girl." It must have gone on for twenty minutes, sometimes he had his arms crossed, other times he'd reach down and pull my hair, pressing my face into his balls, or he'd jiggle my leash back an forth. All of a sudden he reached down and yanked my head back by my hair, he aimed and shot a load of cum right on the bridge of my nose. I opened my mouth in shock and he got the next load right in the back of my throat. He shot one more in the shape of a mustache on my upper lip. He held my hair back so I couldn't move my head, surveyed his work, and laughed at me. Then he reached down and felt in between my legs for the first time. When he touched my clit I jumped and realized how turned on I was.
"Good girl," he said, pulling his fingers back up to my face and to show me that I was wet from sucking his cock. I could feel my face going red with humiliation. I don't know how I could have liked that. He wiped the juices on my forehead and patted me on the head. "We have a big day today, we're going camping."
He got up and went in to the bathroom, and came out with a wet washcloth. He wiped my face off and unhooked me from the chain on the wall, and connected my collar to a short leather leash instead. He tugged on the leash and pulled me down off the bed, onto all fours on the floor, and looked down at me. He was very good looking, with a muscular build but nothing over the top, dark brown hair and a little bit of beard. I looked up at him and saw him smirking at me, and hung my head with humiliation.
"One more thing," he said, and opened the drawer on his night table to pull something out. He kneeled in front of me, "Open up!" and he pushed a big red ball gag into my mouth before I could protest. I shook my head wildly to try and stop him but he buckled it around the back of my head. "It's ok," he said, "don't worry, if you behave on the trip today, you'll get a treat tonight, Ok?"
"No, no way," I tried to say, but the words didn't make any sense from behind the ball gag. He stood up and tugged on my leash to pull me out of the room. I didn't want to go but he kept pulling harder and he didn't look back, so I had to crawl fast to keep up after him. He led me out of his room into a small hall and down the stairs to the kitchen, past the refrigerator... and then I saw it. A big dog cage made with crisscrossed metal bars. It looked like it would fit me pretty comfortably, but there was no way I was getting in there. I froze.
"I don't have all day," he said, much firmer than he had been upstairs. I looked up at him and shook my head, pleading with him not to put me in there. He sighed and Whack, he came down on my ass hard with a riding crop. I jumped forward with surprise and made a yelp from behind the ball gag. Whack, again, whack, whack. The crop stung more each time it hit me. He kneeled down "I want to give you a treat tonight, ok, but you have to be a good girl. I know you're a little scared, but if you don't behave yourself, I have to punish you. Are you ready?" There were a few tears in my eyes from the crop, and I nodded my head. "Good girl," he said, ruffling my hair and pushing me into the cage, tapping my ass lightly with the crop for encouragement.
There was enough room for me to slump cross-legged and I did so as he shut the door and locked it behind me, the leash falling between my breasts.
"Give me your hands," he ordered, and I pushed them through the holes in the bars, where he handcuffed them out of the cage. Then he turned around and went back upstairs. I don't know how long I stayed there. The sun was long up by then and I could hear him puttering around through the ceiling, taking a shower and probably packing if we were going camping. God I hoped it was somewhere remote so nobody else would see me like this.
