He
put me in the shower and soaped and lathered me, tasted my sweet clean pussy then
toweled me dry, brushed my silky black hair and put it up into a pony tail the
way he likes it for our playing. All the while, he kept a serious, purposeful
face: doing a job and doing it well. Those blue eyes just melted me, as always,
as he worked. He had me dress him in boxers, nice-fitting jeans, white t-shirt
that shows off his pecs, socks, athletic shoes. I waited for him to choose clothes
for me, but he just scooted me out of my room with a smile on his face and a collar
in his hand. He collared and leashed me with the soft blue leather accouterments
we both prefer, strapped on my comfy walking sandals, then tossed his oversized
button-down shirt around my shoulders. Helping tentacle
hentai me slip my arms through, rolling cuffs, and doing up a couple of buttons,
he held my gaze and spoke, a tell-tale hint of excitement in his voice: “You’ve
been such a good girl lately, I have a little treat planned for us.”
I wanted to glance down at his jeans to see how good this “treat” was going to be. The hardness of his cock as he thought about what we’d do was a very reliable meter. But that wasn’t part of the game. I had to keep my eyes on his, and it wasn’t hard: his nice white teeth gleamed at me through a grin that said he knew I wanted to see that bulge in his jeans but was winning the battle to be perfectly obedient. He reached both hands down to pull gently on my nipples and watched my eyes. They clouded with desire. He pulled harder. I moaned. He stopped.
“Good girl. Now come along.” And he tugged on the leash and drew me along behind. “Come along” indeed: with my sweet, sexy Master holding the chain, how could I do anything else?—and why would I, even if I could? But he must have noticed some hesitation in me, given that he was heading out the door and I was wearing only a thin shirt that exposed most of me. He turned to face me again. “Trust me, pet.”
I smiled up at him.
“And obey me.” He swatted me hard on the ass, and turned again to go. I swallowed hard and followed, determined to live up to this D/s dare. We went out through the back door and walked to the garage. He paused and pointed to the newspaper at his feet in the driveway. A car whizzed by. Being in a particularly obedient and playful mood, I bent completely over, knees straight, letting the soft shirt slide up to display my sweet little ass. He swore softly. He loves my ass. He moved behind me, grabbed my hips, and ground the rough denim of his jeans into my backside, letting me feel how hard he was for me. I wondered if my juices would coat his fly. I moaned softly, hugging my ankles. He moved back a bit, then slipped a finger into me. He pumped it slowly, rubbing it all around inside me. I knew what that meant, and held my breath. He withdrew it, then slipped it bondage hentai fast and hard into my ass. I gasped. I knew he must be smiling behind me. Each time he did that, I tried my best not to gasp. It was part of my training, but I hadn’t gotten that sudden intake of breath controlled yet. I heard him laugh gently. “It’s ok, pet. I like that my touch excites you.” He shoved his finger in deeper, began to drive it into me, other hand on my hip. “More?”
I murmured “yes, Sir” and he pressed another finger in beside the first. I was tight, especially so in this position. I was nervous, knowing other cars could drive by any moment. Even though it was a small street, and even though what he was doing wasn’t entirely obvious, my ass was still naked and hiked up in the air. So his fingers in my ass were an especially strong combination of pain and pleasure, and I basked in my own nervousness, mild discomfort, and delight.
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I opened my eyes and looked down at the newspaper in its little plastic sleeve. To offer him extra pleasure, I bent my elbows and stretched further down and forward, exposing what I hoped was an even better shot of my ass and soaked pussy, and grabbed the paper with my teeth. Walking my hands back, I bent my knees and sat down on my haunches, tugging a bit at the leash, then turning and looking up at my Master with hands at my sides and his paper in my mouth. He ruffled my hair and took the paper, smiling brightly. “Good girl,” he laughed. “Obedient and talented.” A car zoomed by, and I was glad I was well covered by the shirt as I sat.
He tugged me up and walked me back to the door of the garage, then inside. “Taking your good dog for a drive, Sir?” I asked, smiling.
He yanked hard on the leash. He pulled my face close to his. The smile was gone from his eyes. “I’m doing with you what I desire. Whatever I desire. And you will not question this. Do you understand, girl?”
“I understand, Sir,” I said in the steady voice expected of me at such times, meeting his eyes dutifully. So much for play.
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