~Ding~
Sleepyly I run my hand under my pillows in search of my phone.
~Ding~
Retrieving it I touch my screen, slightly blinded by the light which now fills the space. I rub my eyes and yawn. I have several messages from Mistress, and I smile.
'Morning puppernoodle' reads the first.
'I miss you. Hope you are behaving' reads the second. As I start to reply I notice the icon indicating She is typing. I wish Her good morning and wait, trying to brush the sleepiness aside. We message back and forth for a while. Talking about the plans for the day, food and even the weather for a little.
'I know you are missing Me so I want him you to do some things for Me. Today I want you to follow out some orders before you see Me later' Mistress says. My interest peaks.
'First, get up now if you are still in your basket. I want you to put on a jockstrap of your choosing. Then I want you to secure ankle restraints, with padlocks. You will not remove them without permission. I want a photo for proof. They are a reminder of who is in charge. You may then dress for the day.'
'Yes Mistress' I reply before doing as I am instructed after one last stretch 'Oooh big stretch'. I chuckle to myself.
'Next, I have some tasks you need to carry out today before later. I do not mind the order you complete them. I know you are busy but you will work on time management skills and do as you are told. No excuses'.
I eagerly wait for the next message while picking out underwear and then restraints.
'Task one: You will spend at least one hour plugged in preparation for building up to taking your tail'.
'Task two: In a kneeled position you will practice deepthroating in preparation for taking a throat fucking from my strapon.'
'Task three: You will write 100 lines in silence stating 'Mistress is a Goddess to be worshipped and adored. I am nothing but a mutt.'. Perfect spelling. There must be proof of these tasks and strictly no self-pleasuring during any tasks. You will wait for further instructions throughout the day. Get to it'
I reply that I understand the tasks that are put before me. Wishing Mistress a good day, I get on with my chores after sending a photo of my restraints.
~Ding~
'Good mutt'
I finished some of my jobs which involved leaving the house. Getting home I decided it's best to tackle some of Mistress's tasks before the clock ticks out. I first decided to complete task one. I insert a small plug, feeling a little excited by the prospect. Feeling the pressure and cold lube as I guide it in. I set a timer on my phone before returning to my room to start task three. It takes a few attempts to get right because of errors and bad handwriting. I send Mistress a picture when I finish.
~Ding~
'Not good enough. Do it again with 30 more lines.'
Hand cramping I redo the lines. This time making sure they are perfect. Midway through the phone timer chimes and I go to remove the plug and tidy myself up. Having a few more cheeky pushes of the plug to satisfy the stuffed feeling. I stop before getting too carried away. I send over my finished lines before typing 'I hope this pleases you. Sorry for my poor first attempt Mistress'. I inform Her that I have completed task one also.
~Ding~
'Better'
Knowing I now have a mostly free afternoon I start on task two. Raiding my kit bags I decide on a few toys to use. Kneeling I placed the suction cup at the right height so I don't need to hold it. Shifting my legs to get more comfortable my restraint locks rattle on the floor. It makes me grin. Placing my hands behind my back I slowly work on taking the toy. Getting deeper each time, it glides easier as my drool encases it. My eyes water as I start to struggle, finding it harder to breathe and battle the gag response. I take one last attempt, holding it as long as I can, drool dripping onto me and the floor as I pull backwards. I let it run down my chin before wiping it after a few deep breaths. I take my phone 'I have completed task two Mistress'.
~Ding~
'Prove it'
I send over a picture of the mess.
'Well done. As a small reward, you may retrieve and huff My used panties and taste the sweet nectar I produced on them. Think of Me. No touching'
My arousal builds as I read the last message, I get a little more excited knowing I can enjoy a reward. I don't hesitate to get into my basket with my treat, I bury my nose into it. It's hard to resist the urge to hump something.
~Ding~
I don't want to pull away from my treat as I hardly begin to enjoy it but a second ding breaks my attention.
'Task four. Put on your cage'
I whine.
'I bet by now you are a horny mutt after taking a toy, in more than one way and then going to town on some underwear'.
Mistress is right, it is hard not to be. After one last inhale I remove my bottom half, the excitement is evident. I kick my underwear into the washing pile slightly embarrassed. Unlocking my cage I slip it around my body, inhaling deeply when the cold steel goes between my legs. Sliding the lock into its space, turning the key and rattling the belt to make sure it's secure. Placing the key back into the small bag and out of reach.
~Ding~
'I'm waiting pup. Proof now'
I do as instructed and wait for more instructions, after no new messages for a while I head out and walk the bio dog. Cuffs and cage remind me I'm just a little plaything.
-Ding-
'Final task. I will be at yours at 6 pm. You are instructed to get into your petsuit and gear up. Harness, hood, handle collar. Place your kit bag on the coffee table. Before putting on mitts, unlock the front door, I won't be knocking I will enter as I please. When finished you will kneel in the middle of the room, head resting on your hands and wait. Do this 15 minutes before my arrival. Understand?'
'Yes Mistress'
Clock watching I make sure not to lose track of time. I quickly tidy, making sure to get two clean glasses ready. Cold drinks, wine and ice are all ready if wanted. I bring my kit down and double-check the contents. Toys, muzzles, impact implements, lubricants and things like padding. I start to get ready and gear up adding the different components to complete the look. I stand in the bathroom looking in the mirror at the finished result. I smile and head downstairs to unlock the front door. The lock clicks open, I go to take my place in the living room. Finally slipping my hands into mitts ready to be secured. I wait excitedly but also nervously. I rest my hand on my hands and wait.
What feels like an eternity later the front door finally opens. I go to look up but my head is pushed back down forcefully.
'Did I tell you to look at Me?'. I whine apologetically. Mistress scratches my back before crouching down and lifting my chin.
'There is my puppy'. I wiggle playfully while getting a fuss.
'Paw. Other paw. Good. Have you missed Me?' I bark. She leads me into the kitchen. As She is putting Her bags down I am instructed to get Her a drink. I look down at my mitted paws helplessly.
'And?'. She watches me struggle for a moment before slipping my mitts off so I can get some beverages. I pour out a glass of wine before going to pour a second.
'Ah'. I hesitate. 'Dogs don't use them do they?'. She takes the bottle and pours some of the drink into the bowl on the floor. Slipping my paws back into mitts after, this time locking them. She produces a lead and attaches it to my collar before leading me into the living room. Relaxing into the chair, sipping on the wine, Mistress teasingly pushes on my cage with Her boot as I kneel at Her feet. Raising Her boot without saying a word it is clear that I am directed to lick. I do not hesitate, slowly licking the side. The lead is tightened. Several minutes pass
'And the other one'. I swap and continue, enjoying each moment.
'Lay down'. I lay on my front, I feel the pressure of the boots on my back and buttocks. I hear the zip slowly being pulled down before the boot is placed next to the chair.
'Rollover'. Now lying on my back Mistress places Her feet on my face, pressing down to hear me chuckle with enjoyment. I occasionally try to lick the soft underside of Her foot. My muzzle gets pushed aside.
'This is hot. Want pictures for later?' I manage a blissful hum in response.
'I take that as a yes'. I hum again as I wrap my paws around Her feet for a while.
'Okay, up'. I quickly kneel in front of Her. She flicks Her hand allowing me to lick Her feet as She continues to sip Her wine rather seductively. I eagerly yet slowly lick around the ankle and up the lower leg. I hear Her breathing gets deeper with each lick. Lifting the foot and showing me Her freshly painted nails. She allows me to suck on the toes. I can tell She is enjoying it as I pick up on Her body language. We get lost in the enjoyment for a while.
'You have been very well-behaved'. She stands and goes to remove my hood, placing it on the coffee table. Walking over Mistress pulls me in close, I can smell the sweet familiar perfume. Grabbing me by the scruff of my hair She tilts my head upwards before pushing Herself into me more. I struggle to resist the urge and bury my nose into Her crotch. I know She can't feel my hot breath between Her legs.
'You don't get that special treat, imagine all you want. Only my bull gets that, you don't get permission cuck'. I receive I clip around the ear. While cowering Mistress retrieves something from the kit bag, and I hear the rattle of buckles. 'Actions have consequences'. Dangling my muzzle In front of me to prove the point. I don't resist as it's strapped to my head. Returning to the chair Mistress sits on the edge, pulling the lead so I return to kneeling in front of Her. She pulls out a deep purple neckerchief and folds it over several times before covering my eyes and knotting it at the back tightly. It goes dark.
'Now. Be a good quiet mutt while I work my magic with another client'.
I listen intently to the conversation, sitting quietly. Occasionally I feel something, a soft hand touching my face, something pressing on my cage or a tug on the lead. It is clear She is teasing both me and the other person on the phone. This goes on for some time before hanging up. My heart races as I hear Her moving around the room, trying to track what is going on.
Suddenly I can't breathe, my nose is getting held and I battle against the muzzle. Letting go I inhale deeper trying to push the anxiety aside. Again my nose is held.
'What's the matter mutt? Don't like me controlling more of your senses?' I try and paw at Her hand helplessly. Again I am allowed to breathe after a few moments.
'What about this then?' I feel a hand squeeze around my throat, nails start to dig in. I breathe fast and shallow through my nose as the hand tightens.
'I bet you are starting to leak with enjoyment. I know you like it when I take control away from you'. Still panting, I move my mitt between my legs. Barely feeling the metal between my legs through the material.
'Awwww. You want out. Tough. You have to earn it'. Releasing my throat, it sounds like She sits in the chair again. I hear the glass clink against the coaster.
'Hmmm. I think we will put your mouth to work. My head is pulled forward slightly as the buckles are undone, and the muzzle falls away.
'Up, move forward'. The lead is pulled, and I feel that I am between Mistress's legs, slightly resting against the edge of the chair.
'Open'. I hesitate, still unable to see and feeling vulnerable. A more firm 'Open'. My heart races but I do as I'm told. 'I'll go slow'. I feel a hand run through my hair rather affectionately before pressure pushing my head down. My mouth is filled with the taste and texture of silicon. Slowly creating a rhythm, getting a little deeper with each movement. Drool making it easier again. After a few moments, I don't need Mistress to encourage me.
'How does this make you feel? My little cock sucking mutt' I can't reply. My mind is melting into a submissive mess, feeling dominated by this simple action. I keep going, straining in my chastity belt. My head is forced down, taking the full length of the dildo. I fight the gag reflex, drooling as I try to pull back to breathe. I am given a moment to catch my breath as I hear Mistress stand. My lead is pulled up making me kneel. 'Open'. I do as I am told. This time I feel Mistress taking control, holding my head as I feel Her thrust into my mouth repeatedly. Holding me still I am forced to take the whole thing again. I struggle. Using my paws I claw at Her legs desperately. It feels like forever before Mistress pulls it back. I gasp and cough, panting and allowing spit to bubble down my chin.
'Very well done. Look up'. Still unable to see I tilt my head upwards. I feel something used to wipe my face.
'What a mess'. I smirk. 'Open again'. Still tilting my head up I do as ordered. Mistress spits in my mouth.
'You enjoyed that too much you filthy mutt'. I hear the buckles again, and I try and pull away. Rather forcefully She forces the muzzle back on as I protest against it. I huff and whine my displeasure as the blindfold is lifted off and I lock eyes with Mistress. She kisses me on my forehead.
'Don't be a grumpy pup'. I make the mistake of rolling my eyes. Mistress grabs me by the handle on my collar, pulling me across to the coffee table.
'Bend over it. Now.' She kicks my legs further apart before slapping me with Her hand. 'What did I say? Actions have consequences. Now....what shall I use first'. She rustles through Her bag as well as my kit bag in search of an implement, I don't move. I feel a light slap of a flogger on the back of my legs, followed by several more firmer stricks in a rhythm. I start to feel the warmth spread across my legs and buttocks with each pass. Several make me wince a little. I feel something tap between my legs, it is more firm than the flogger. She taps my cage playfully before hitting the back of my legs. I real forward with the pain, burying my head into my paws with each hit. The sting radiates, I cry out but it is muffled by the muzzle. I clench my toes as the whacks continue, legs now burning I am starting to hit my limit. The cane is run over my buttocks 'Breathe in'. I hold it instead, the cane hits me hard several times. I tap the table repeatedly indicating I have had enough. I slid off the table and try to curl into a ball knowing my body is now marked.
'Come here'. I shimmy over to Mistress. She pats the sofa allowing me to hop up and rest my head on Her lap.
'You know I don't like doing that, well maybe I do'. I whine softly as my head is stroked. 'Don't cry, let Mummy look after you. Hungry?'. I nod. We stay cuddling on the sofa for a few minutes. 'Go unlock and put in your tail, I will make you some puppy chow'. She unlocks my mitts and muzzle before I head upstairs.
Returning to the kitchen tail now in situ poking out my suit, I watch Mistress for a while working Her kitchen magic. Lovely smells fill the room. I drink the wine out of my bowl and rinse it.
'Here you go'. Food is dished up and placed on the floor. 'Wait. Wait. Go on then!'. Leaning over while on fours I tackle the challenge of eating out of the bowl. It is hard and messy but it keeps me in a very submissive mind frame, especially as I look at Mistress eating with utensils at the table. While face down in food my tail wiggles happily, Mistress lightly pushes and pulls it so I can feel the plug. We finish up the meal, I clean myself up, as well as the dishes while Mistress relaxes with another drink in the living room. I join Her after I am finished, returning to sit at Her feet.
She ruffles my hair.
'Since you have been very good for me would you like a special treat?'. I nod.
'First mitts, hood and bone gag. Proper doggy'. While I do that Mistress retrieves a few things. She shoves Her excitement-filled underwear into my mouth before securing the bone gag. I wait and watch Mistress reapply Her boots and shuffle Her dress, then pulling out a vibrating wand. It is placed on the top of the boot, Mistress slides it between my legs. I feel it press against me as I watch eagerly. Mistress places Her other foot on the edge of the coffee table. It is hard not to peak under Her dress, Her soft body now on show, glistening with Her enjoyment.
'Want me to turn it on?' Mistress says with a tease. I nod frantically, knowing I have been desperate for a release after over a month locked. Her hand rests playfully between Her legs.
'Hmm okay then'. Flicking the switch brings it to life, I react to the vibrations and moan softly. It is switched off. I protest and paw at it.
'Poor desperate mutt. It must feel good after such a long time'. I lightly hump the wand.
'Now that's what I want, be a good puppy and show Me how much you want it'. My lead is pulled, and I cover my face with embarrassment as I hump Mistress's boot. My tail plug bounces each time.
'No hiding'.
I move my paws to the side as I go, Mistress tilts Her boot and applies more pressure. I grind gently feeling the desperation build with each thrust. The wand is turned on. And off. And back on several times, the duration is different each time. I watch as my Mistress plays with herself in front of me, soft moans making me pant.
'Tell me if you are close'. It doesn't take long before I'm moaning to say I am. She switches it off. I wiggle in frustration and tilt my head backwards.
'What's the matter?'. The wand is switched on again. I get close once more. Again I am denied and edged.
'This time I promise'. The vibrations return, and I quickly moan like before.
'Cum for mummy'. The words tip me over, I grunt as I shake. Filled with ecstasy as I release. Panting hard. The wand still going forces me into overstimulation for several moments before switching off. I rest my head on Mistress.
'Look at me!'. I do so and see Mistress tip over the edge, cumming hard.
'You dirty mutt, cumming on Mistress's boot. Look at the mess!'. Looking down I see the wet streak, feeling slightly embarrassed. She unbuckles my gag and it falls away. She runs two fingers through Her wetness and playfully puts them into my mouth to enjoy.
'Thank you for the play and orgasm Mistress' I say.
'Clean me up and then clean up after yourself then come get cuddles'. I lick the inside of Her leg and Her boot clean, tasting a mixture of me and Her. I enjoy each lick. I soon hop back onto the couch and rest on Mistress. I sigh happily as I feel my excitement dripping between my legs.
'Now, put the cage back on. Freedom costs you know'.
