Honey Love Becomes A Kept Pet

I am naked, freezing, my nipples are hard, cum is crusted on my body, all over my tits, my back, in my hair and between my thighs, on the bathroom floor. I can’t stand up, and I cant quite reach the bathtub. My leash is attached to the pipe behind the toilet, with just enough room for me to manage to crouch over it. I’m still horny. But my master has locked me in the bathroom, because he had to go to work. He left me a plate of food on the floor, and patted me on the head. Telling me to be a good little pet while he was gone. He hasn’t let me cum in days. My knees are raw, and my throat is sore.

I have been crawling around, and been playing both pet and furniture for him, completely naked for the last two days. I fetch his beer, cook his dinner, suck his cock, and let him put anything he wants inside of my pussy and my ass. He had left a vibrating butt plug in me almost all day yesterday, switching it on and off, watching me try in vain to increase the pressure to just the right spot. He had left a small clock in the bathroom so I could tell how long he‘d left me alone.

It’s been six hours and I have two more to go. I’m starting to get anxious. I’m getting wet thinking about how much I miss sucking his cock, and how much I want a spanking. I want him to slap my face with his cock, and if I’ve been good I would like him to fuck me. Spank me. Pull my hair, and cum inside my cunt. I’m thinking if I’ve been even better he might take me to dinner. But he probably won’t let me shower, or put on panties. Which I don’t mind. I like it when he shows me off like the sex slave that I am. It turns me on, knowing I’ve got his cum leaking from me in that barely there skirt, no bra on under that suspiciously almost sheer shirt, having him finger me under the table, or shove things into my waiting twat. The last time we went to dinner he put a small vibrator inside me and set it off sporadically throughout dinner, usually when our server was at the table. So I could barely speak, because it would surprise me, and I would gasp answers back to the server. He always makes sure to choose places with long table cloths, so I can slip under to find my “dropped napkin” and unzip his pants for a few minutes of me sucking on his cock or his balls.

I’ve been day dreaming about my Master, huddled on the cold floor of his bathroom. Leashed to his toilet, feeling horny, abandoned, and loved. I lean my head back, and close my eyes for a few minutes, rubbing my thighs together, to help alleviate the need building in my snatch. I didn’t hear the door open, but his slap woke me. He smacked my face and ordered me to get up, and into position. He released my leash, and I immediately scrambled to my knees, spread wide, with my mouth in a perfect o. I knew I looked a mess, with my make-up smeared across my face, and cum crusted on my body and in my hair. I also knew, from the growing bulge in his pants. He’s huge, and I love watching it grow. Master ordered me to take off his pants, and I rush to do his bidding, struggling with his belt, before I pull his pants and boxers down. He winds a hand into my hair and yanks my head back. Master calls me a slut, and tightens his fist in my hair.

He orders me to suck his cock and balls, because he feels like punishing me. I eagerly start, sucking his cock into my mouth, and flicking my tongue at his balls as I try to swallow his cock, gagging a little from the pressure of his dick at the back of my throat. I’m so wet now, I’m dripping down my thigh, and I’m hoping my Master is pleased with my efforts to make him cum inside my mouth. He pulls me away from his prick, and tightens his fist again in my hair. I moan a little, because I like the pressure, and he drags me to his room. Throwing me across the room, he orders me to bend over the bed. I rush, nearly tripping over myself as I try to get to the bed to please my master. I hear the closet door, and he tells me to spread my legs. When I hear him pause a few feet away, he tickles my ass with the riding crop he’s just retrieved from the closet. He asks me where my shoes are, and I panic. I didn’t know where my shoes were. They were Master’s favorite shoes for me to wear. I hadn’t had my shoes all day.

I knew Master had taken them away before he left for work. But I didn’t know where he had hidden them. I wiggled my ass a little in anticipation, as I told him I didn’t know where my shoes were, and pressed up on to my tiptoes over the bed, lifting my ass and snatch for him to see. He snapped the riding crop down on the top of my ass, and I jumped. It stung, but my pussy twitched. He asked me if I liked being spanked, and I cried out yes, I loved it. He twitched the crop again, across my ass and barely nicking my clit as it snapped across my skin. I moaned and pressed my ass further into the air.

Master spanked me a few more times, and tossed the crop aside carelessly. He smoothed a hand over my sensitive pinkened skin, and rolled a finger around my clit. Before he smoothed a hand up my back, and grasped the back of my neck. I felt the smooth head of his cock rubbing across the backs of my thighs and butt as he pulled on my neck, arching my back. I begged. I begged my Master to fuck me. Only to have him yank my hair so hard I felt a few strands pull out of my scalp. He twisted me around so my hips were pinned to the bed, and my shoulders were somewhat facing him. He slapped my tits, and pinched my nipples, pulling them painfully away from my body. Master shoved my face back into the bed before he guided his cock into my waiting pussy, slamming home hard. So hard it knocked the breath from me. He yanked on my hair as he pounded into me. I my cunt twitched around his cock, as I moaned happily into the bed. Begging him to let me cum, begging him to fill me up with his cum.

Master pulls his prick from me with a pop and presses the head against my asshole. He pushes almost gently, till it stretches my butt and he slips into me. I push back wanting him deeper and he pulls my hair again. He calls me names while he pumps into my ass, occasionally slipping from my ass and into my pussy, fucking each hole a few times before he switches back to the other. I’m begging again for Master to let me cum, and he’s feeling generous, reaching around my hips to flick my clit. He flicks it just right and I start cumming, squirting all over his cock and balls, all over myself and my Master. He groans and bites me, leaving teeth marks in my shoulder. Before he pulls out, and orders me into position again. I am shoved to the ground, where I scramble to get into position, on my knees, legs spread wide, hands behind my back, and my head tipped back just far enough so he can hit me directly in the face with his cock, and my mouth in a perfect o. Master fucks my face and my throat, making my eyes water, tears run down my face as I dripped onto the floor beneath me. Master eventually groans out his satisfaction he pulls out of my throat, shooting his first stream of cum into my mouth, then on my face, my tits and my face again.

I am on the floor, covered in fresh cum, being tied back to the toilet while Master takes a shower. He said he might take me to dinner, if I’m good while he showers. I can feel the cum crusting around my eye, and I am a little embarrassed, if he takes me to dinner without a shower, who will look at me and not the cum on my face. I blush thinking about people staring at his jizz all over me, and my pussy gets wet again.

More to Come my friends. Don't you worry. My master has to read my stories first. :)