Note: This post was written last week and never published but the feelings are the same.
Master likes things a certain way, there is no question about that. He has expectations of how he wants things done and how he would like us to interact. At times it can feel like no progress has been made when it comes to ones temper or anger but he is quick to remind slave that really that is not the case. While there are still times when slave will start to fly off the handle he reels her in with a look and puts it to an end. Master has been pleased when the look puts an end to things while slave still frets that the tone should have never started in the first place. In that way he is much easier on slave than she is on herself.
As we fall into our routine, slave at times may get a little too comfortable. Yes, she must ask for permission for basic things such as sitting on the furniture or using the bathroom but when she does ask she expects a yes and doesn’t really give it much thought. It seems Master has noticed which is really no surprise because he does observe like a hawk.
Last night as one entered the bedroom before Master, she settled on the hardwood floor at the end of the bed watching TV. Master soon came in and lie on the bed above her with his face close to her. We chatted for a bit and slave asked for permission to come up on to the bed. It was late and she was surprised when she was told no and instructed to remove her clothing and put on her dog collar. As slave motioned to stand she was instructed to crawl for the collar. Once settled back on the floor at the end of the bed the overwhelming sense to kiss Master came over slave but she was denied. "Beg for it slave" he whispered as he grabbed the back of the collar causing slaves head to tilt back, her back pinned to the bed frame with chest jutting out. As slave begged for that kiss she wanted more than the air she was breathing he whipped her chest repeatedly with his belt sending her into frenzy. Soon, one found herself with the belt binding both her breasts and her arms at her sides, Master deep down her throat. Slave sucked him greedily, looking into his eyes as he alternated slapping her face and grinding into her mouth. The order to stop was not one she was happy to comply with, and she continued fretting while ordered into the dogs cage.
Master sat on the end of the bed watching as slave calmed herself. He inquired if she was thirsty and commented about her possible need to pee while confined. As he opened the cage and stuck in her a bowl of water he instructed her to drink like the pet she is and as the water an down her face he turned off the TV and lights and left the room. Slave lie there waiting for him to return, heard him go out to walk a dog and then wouldn’t you know it she heard a child down the hall crying and calling out in her sleep. Full, Blown, Panic! Luckily, Master hadn’t reinforced the cage locks wi the extra mechanisms we sometiomes use and she was able to get herself out, throw on some clothes and go console the child. When Master came back in and the child was back asleep we laughed about it (that kid never wakes up!) and he instructed her to take her clothes off once more and settle on the floor at the edge of bed.
Master sat on the edge and pulled slaves head back with the belt he had now wrapped around her neck and whispered firmly. Reminding her how lucky she was for all the allowances she has, slave answers coming out in a coarse voice as he restricted her air flow.
Once Master was satisifies with the conversation he bent one very worked up slave over the bed and spread her ass cheeks, ignoring the pleas for gentleness as he buried himself deep inside. Eventually the whimpering changes to moans of pleasure as Master reminds slave she enjoys being taken in by him that way. Makes her tell him all about too.
Sleep came very easy to slave as she laid in Masters arms (on the bed with permission, of course). No Mantra was done, no spanking was given and clothes were not approved for the day but today slave is acutely aware of who she is and why she thrives on it.
She is grateful that she has an Owner that knows hers so well and reminds her he gives and he can take away and that’s what makes us work.