My Master

CHAPTER 9

     "How about this one?" Master points to the little black puppy in a cage, I don't want that one though. "Nah, I still want that little cat." Master would not let me have the little gray cat that looked so cute!
    "No I told you no cats. They stink, do nothing and... Argh! Just no cats. Besides," he continues, "Dogs are way better. Please can you get this one?" He looks back to the black puppy and I have no choice, but to say yes.
    When we arrive home we discuss where the pup has to sleep.
     "Before we discuss that we need to name him." The dog is a boy? No wonder he wanted this one. I shake the thought out of my head and try to focus on a name. "I don't know." I shrug not being able to clear my mind.
     "Sam?" Master suggests. Well I ain't got nothing so, sure. "Sam is perfect." I smile at sam, then at Master. Master smiles a funny shy smile. "Okay, well the dog can sleep in your room." I smile at the thought then frown.
     "Can't I sleep with you?" He looks at me shocked and almost, scared? "No, I like my space." He looks down at his fingers, then at Sam.
    "Give him something to eat, now." He orders and I don't argue. He likes his space? Yet, he's always wanting to be near me! I roll my eyes at the thought, then go to the kitchen.
    "Wacha wanna eat Sammy?" I giggle at the little mutt; forgetting all about my earlier thoughts. Sam jumps around the kitchen barking loudly. "Shh, not so loud." I whisper to him, looking around to see if Master is anywhere to be found. But he is out of sight. I decide I should let the dog be a dog, and I attend back to my business.
    "Sammy, come here baby." I pat my knees so that he comes to me, and he does. I made a little bit of steak and some chicken mixed together hoping that Sam likes it.
    "Something smells good." I finally here Master say coming around the corner, and into the kitchen. "It's Sammy's food." I say quietly, "I'm glad you like the smell." I smile at Sam as he pounces around my leg.
    "Are you still mad at me?" He asks. I look at him and frown. Why would I be mad at him? "Mad about what?" I ask. He narrows his eye's not amused, "About you wanting to sleep with me?" He looks back at me.
    "I never said I was mad at you about that. I can understand if you need you space." I put the steak and chicken in a bowl then get some water for Sam to drink. "Here you go Sammy." I wink at the cute little thing. I'm actually happy we didn't get that little gray cat, it ain't as fun as Sammy. When I turn to look back at Master he is watching me like a hawk. "What?" He snaps. I frown at him. "You were looking at me." I glare at him, and hopefully he'll lose his attitude. Apparently not.
    "I can look at you if I want. Your my submissive." I feel like I've been slapped on the face when he said that word. Now I want to ask the question that's been bothering me from the start.
    "How long do you keep your submissives?" I look at Sammy who is still eating his food. How cute! I think, but then erase the thoughts and look back at Master serious now. His eye's are wide and sparkling brown.
    "Why do you want to know?" He looks away from me and looks down at the ground. "So I know how long I have to be with you." I try to hold back the sob, because I feel like we are going to end this relationship in five seconds. "You have three more months with me, and that's all." He snaps angrily then he is gone. Gone like lightning.