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The First Day of the Rest of Your Life
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The First Day of the Rest of Your Life He'd arrived the day before, and been shown where to stow the few belongings he'd brought at the moment. He knew soon all he owned would belong to Her, and excitement bubbled under his skin. She'd given him a small tour of the home, it wasn't big, and he'd mesmerized the rooms and various chores She'd pointed out. He knew there'd be more added to the list, once things were in full swing in a few days. As She had gone to bed, She'd pointed to the cage for him. It was empty, and he knew he'd have to earn a cushion, pillow and blanket. She took him outside, and ordered him to pee in the grass. He was Her pet, Her dog, Her slave now, and would use the yard as often as possible, then clean up after himself. He laid on the cold metal, watching Her close the door. She didn't lock it. "Goodnight Fido," She'd said with love in Her voice. In the morning, he had let himself out of the cage, and had used the bathroom. Remembering Her words about the yard, he knew it was too visible in the morning light for him to be seen. He'd instead used the facilities, shamed he could not go outside where he belonged. Finishing, he went to the kitchen, and began preparing Her breakfast. He paused long enough to pull on shorts. Her chosen mate was already up for the day, and had ignored the dog. As the food finished cooking, he set it aside on a plate for Her, and went to wake Her. Slowly he lifted the sheets, and crawled into the bed beside Her. He trembled at being allowed so intimate and close a moment with his Goddess and Owner. Gently he touched Her, running his fingers over Her skin, touching Her intimately until She rolled over half awake and allowed his fingers access to Her body. He brought Her fully awake through Her orgasm and then got up from beside Her. He went back into the bathroom, and knelt on the shower floor. She entered a few moments later, and stood in front of him. Hefting a leg up, and spreading Her lips, She peed on Her dog. He angled himself to try to drink it all, and then as Her stream weakened, he leaned in and licked the remains from Her. She stood then, and went to eat Her morning meal. Wiping the remains from his body, he dried himself, and went to the kitchen. He knelt beside Her, watching Her drop occasional scraps on the floor for him. "Good morning, Fido, good doggy," She crooned as She petted his head. He got down on his hands and knees, and felt at home at last. |
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1 post 9/17/2014 11:06 am |
Excellent writing and a very compelling story.
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