City Of Need

10 🖤 Training

'Time for training, Little Doll,' you say and lift me from the bath. You stand me on a towel and dry me. Giving so much care to my skin, patting the towel over every inch, then massaging lotion all over me. Every single piece of me, including my brain, feels soft.

'OK, Little Doll, you've been so good this morning, that I'm going to let you choose your own outfit. Go to the drawer I showed you and pick something out.'

Fuck, this is new. You letting me choose something during our games. I wander back to the bedroom, open the drawer you pointed out to me earlier, and look inside.

There are a dozen pairs of black lace knickers and six black bras. All of them are identical! The knickers all have tie up sides, the bras all have a seam down the front of each tiny triangle with two tiny popper buttons on them.

I put on a set, and sit on the bed, waiting for you. As you dress in black jeans and a black t-shirt, as is usual.

You turn to me. 'You forgot something, Little Doll. Go back and look in the drawer.'

I go back and look in the drawer. There are also three pairs of nylons. Two are sheer black, one pair are fishnet. 'Which should I choose, Daddy?'

Your grin almost splits your face as you say, 'Now you're learning, Little Doll. I did say you could choose your own, but as you're asking so nicely, I would like it if you wear the fishnets.'

I sit on the bed, slide my feet into first one, and then the other leg of the fishnets, then shimmy them up my legs. Aware of your eyes on me.

'I'm surprised you didn't go for stockings,' I say.

You lick your lips, I see the bulge in the front of your jeans, the tick in your jaw. Wow, not like you to be riding the edge of your own control. I guess you really like fishnets.

I stand up and do a one-eighty. Teasing you. Then spin another ninety, so that my back is to you, and bend over. Looking back at you through my legs, as the world becomes upside down.

Your eyes are on my ass. Magnetized to it. I reach an arm behind me, hook my fingers into a hole in the fishnet in the centre of my ass and pull.

The sound of the nylons ripping seems to put you in a trance. As the hole gets bigger, and the nets roll away around the sides of the peaches of my ass, exposing it, making my ass ripple under the lace panties, your jaw drops open and I smirk.

Suddenly you're on me, grabbing me around the waist and throwing me onto the bed. Holding the side of my face down onto the mattress by my hair, as you place your knee on my back.

I struggle against you, as you say, 'Don't even fucking think about it Roxy.'

I make my eyes go wide, as I say, 'What do you mean, Daddy?'

'Jesus,' you hiss. 'You're breaking all the fucking rules lately. You need some serious fucking training.'

'But, Daddy, what did I do.'

'You know exactly what you're doing, Roxy. You're trying to top from the bottom, and I will not have it. You are my Fuck Toy. That is what you are. So get your head around that, and start acting accordingly. Now get on the fucking floor on your hands and knees. Training starts right now.'

I skim myself off the bed and land on the floor, on all fours. I'm panting, my pussy drenched and my nipples hard, as you wrap my collar around my throat and click my leash to it.

As soon as I hear the click of the leash, relief washes over me. I am yours. Your Pet, your Fuck Toy, your Little Doll, for as long as I'm tethered to you by my leash, that is the only thing I have to focus on. The rest of the world fades away.

You must see it happening. The way my muscles relax, the way I lean into you, because you bend down to me, and say, 'If you're a very good little doll, I will fuck every thought out of your head, my perfect little Fuck Toy.'

A moan slips from my mouth and I sit back on my haunches, so that I'm in a kneeling position next to your calves.

'Come here,' you say and pat your hip. I kneel up and lean into you, as you pat my head and say, 'Good Girl. Now I'm going to walk you down to the kitchen and feed you.'

You start walking, pull on the leash, and I crawl behind you out of the bedroom. When we get to the top of the stairs, you stand to the side to let me pass.

I crawl down, and my poor knees thank my lucky stars that the stairs are carpeted. I feel your eyes on my ass and my hips as they sway with every step down that I crawl down. Always crawling for you, or to you, in one way, or another.

I crawl into the kitchen, then towards a chair beside the table. A sharp tug on my leash takes my air, stopping me from moving.

'What are you doing, my Supid Little Mutt?'

I feel silly and out of place, not sure what I've done wrong. 'I thought you said you were going to feed me?'

'Pets don't sit at the table.'

'Oh...But?' I look around the kitchen, there's a mat in the corner, with two bowls set on it.

You point to the mat and say, 'That's where you eat, Little Pet.'

A blush creeps up my neck as I crawl to the mat. One bowl is filled with my favourite cereal and milk, the other is full of water. I kneel in front of it. 'But, there's no spoon.'

You're standing beside me now, looking down at me, as I look up at you. 'Why would you need a spoon, Little Pet?'

Oh god. 'To eat the cereal, Daddy.' I mumble.

'And when did you last see a little mutt using a spoon, Roxy?'

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Maybe this is the time I should click my fingers and stop the game? But we've only just started. And it's not the end of the world is it? It's just using my mouth to eat.

You look from me to the bowl and back again, then stroke my face and say, 'You don't have to, if you don't want to. You know that.'

I place my hands in front of me, on the floor, bend at the elbows, put my head down to the bowl, and start to eat my cereal, as you watch me.

'Drink your water too, Little Pet'

I look up at your briefly. You're smiling, as though this is the most normal thing in the world.

I move across to the water bowl and lap at it. My ass is in the air, my head low to the bowl, when I feel your hand stroking my ass cheeks over my lace panties.

Fuck. I'm wet. Again. I pant over the bowl, making ripples in the water. Then I turn to watch you, as you kneel down behind me, between my legs. I feel the lift of the sides of the hole of the fishnets, I made when I tore them. Your hands slides each side of my hips, under the nets, pulling at the ties of my panties untill they're undone, then dragging them backwards, slowly, until you've pulled them completely through the hole. Then you scrunch them up and put them in the pocket of your jeans.

'Good Little Pet,' you say, and then blow across my now exposed ass. 'Such a good girl for your master.'

I open my mouth to protest, you're not my master, for fucks sake, but you slide your tongue between the cheeks of my ass and I lose my words.

Then your hand slides under me, cupping my pussy, and I moan, as you say, 'Well done, excellent training so far, you are doing so well, my sweet little mutt. Now it's time for the basement, that's where we'll really get you behaving. We need to curb this insolence out of you, and I have just the tools for that.'