u/TryingMyHandAtSmut

A short summary for anyone who may have found part 6 without reading the others.

My girlfriend is wonderfully moody and prone to irrational outbursts of anger. 

She’s leaned into sexualizing this energy and when she decides to collar me, I’m not allowed to speak or wear clothes unless she decides. I’m to crawl around on my hands and knees unless I’m given tasks to do that require me to stand. 

All fours unless doing chores. 

After nearly a month-long dry spell in the bedroom, I had a moment of weakness while she was at work. I spent the morning cleaning her house from top to bottom but when I found some panties she’d been wearing while she masturbated with her wand, I was completely overcome with arousal and ended up cumming in them and hiding them in the dirty laundry. 

She was looking for a favorite shirt and found them while I was in the shower. She joined me in the shower and did very dirty things to me. At this point in the story, I’m wearing these soiled panties, plug in my ass, lying face down on a bench, and waiting for her to come back and deliver the rest of my punishment. 

I hear the door open. 

“Bark for me baby boy.” Joy in her voice. 

She said it before the door had even swung closed. I faced downwards at the cushion but could hear her quickly approaching.

“Woof…Woof!”

I barked twice and couldn’t help but let out a short, low, chuckle at the situation. She must have seen the humor in it too. Her voice was soft and smiley in reaction and I could hear the stifling of a chuckle from her as well.” 

“I knew you’d bark twice you little slut!” She was right beside me.

I felt the robe fall down over my head and upper back and the light of the room was taken away from me. 

WHAP!!

A hard one against the left side. I whimpered.

“That’s ONE!”

I could sense that she was pacing around me. The stressing of the wooden floorboards betraying her path to my ears. My eyes currently useless. 

“While I was smoking I was looking at dog beds.” She pushed a finger into the top of my neck and dragged it slowly down my spine as she walked, stopping abruptly when it reached the plug.  

“I think when I want you collared overnight..” she pushed on the plug in a slow, circular motion, sending my cock stiff and straight between myself and the leather. “..that it’s only right for you to sleep on the floor.” 

WHAP!!!

A stuttering moan from me. I realized that I was becoming dependent on the pain from the spatula. I loved it. I liked how unpredictable it was. I could see nothing and never knew exactly when it was about to strike. 

Suddenly the robe was thrown off into some corner of the room. She stood at the side of the bench where my head was situated and put both hands on my shoulders. Made a twisting motion against them and I knew to turn over onto my back. 

She craned over me. Her face upside down from my vantage. Smiling in that way that I loved to see. 

“I narrowed it down to three.” She stepped to the left side of my head and swung her right leg over the bench, slowly settling her wet pussy onto my chin. Then scooted backwards until her asshole was right against my lips. 

WHAP!

This one against the fabric of the panties guarding the middle-shaft of her cock. 

“Three.” She said it softly. 

“Eat it baby.” she spoke softly and pushed against my mouth. 

I started lapping at her asshole with what I’d soon learn was a little too much enthusiasm. 

“FOUR! five! SiX!”

She slapped my balls hard and quickly while my tongue was halfway across her hole. 

“What’s the fucking rush?! Are you eager to be back in the spare room!?” She grabbed and squeezed my scrotum. “Listening to me cum on my vibrator!?”

I shook my head lightly from side to side to say no, and started treating her asshole like I would the mouth of a date on the doorstep. 

Kissed it twice and then slower on the third, letting my tongue barely out of my lips and then retracting it to kiss again. 

She purred, removed the hand from my sack and leaned forward to squeeze at my ankles. 

“That’s it. Treat her with a little respect.” 

I kissed once more, drew the slowest possible circles around her button with my tongue and then kissed it softly again. 

She moaned slow and deep before dragging herself backwards across my face, leaving a trail of her arousal from my chin to my hair. Her feet back on the floor, she cradled my cheeks with both hands and kissed me on the forehead. 

“Roll over.” Soft and sweet. 

I did so and she put her arms on my shoulders and pulled me toward herself. I scooted until me head was off the bench and facing the floor and she picked up my hands in hers. 

“Like this.” 

I left my hands suspended and open in the air while she stepped away for a moment and then came back to out her phone in my open palms. 

“Choose a bed while I give you the last four.”

I looked down at the screen and before I could even begin to consider my options I was struck with the hardest spanking she had ever given me. 

“Seven!”

I yelped, not for the first time on this night and looked at the screen. 

There were three dog beds on her wish list. All for large dogs. I chose the blue. My favorite color.

“EIGHT!” She smacked again and I moaned and stuttered and wished that I was allowed to speak. Allowed to ask for a little mercy in the last two strokes. 

I held her phone up awkwardly, my chosen bed on the screen. 

“Put it in the cart.”

WHAP!!

I did. 

“Buy now.”

WHAP!!!!

I did. 

Relieved to have all the blows behind me, I tried to settle my breathing. My cock leaking out of my disgusting panties. I held her phone up in the air and she took it. 

“Good choice baby bear.” She patted me on the top of my head. “How do I always know what you’re going to choose?” A giggle as she walked away toward the kitchen. “You can sit up now.”

I heard the gathering of ice and the slow filling of a glass before she returned to sit on the couch across from me. She sipped and her face became serious. Sipped again and then finally spoke.

“The worst thing to me about your transgression today…” she took another sip. “..was that I didn’t even get to watch you cum on my panties.”

I hung my head a bit but still held her gaze. 

“Take them off and jerk yourself for me and cum in them again please.”

Why did she say please?

She got up and headed down the hall and I stood to begin removing the most disgusting underwear I’d ever worn. 

When she returned to her spot on the couch I noticed that she had a condom in her hand. She raised her glass of water and sipped again. 

“Let’s see it!”

She sat the glass down, leaned backwards, and started rubbing herself. Encircling her fingers around her clit and occasionally dipping two of them just a little into that wonderful hole.

I started stroking. Holding the panties underneath myself with one hand. The lubricants of the evening already applied. I was close. I’d been close since the shower.

“You can do it baby.” She was panting and rubbing herself. I knew that she never took long. She was just as horny a person as I. We were a perfect match.

“Cum for me in your nasty panties.”

The events of the evening flashing through my mind, I did just that. I moaned and grunted and made the third mess that those poor panties had seen within 24 hours, and as I was doing so, she pushed those fingers, the same two that had been in my ass not long ago, as far into herself as possible and let out a deep moan like I had never heard leave her lips. 

After returning to earth we sat for a moment looking bashfully and lovingly at each other from across the room. 

Finally she stood and walked over to me. Took the panties from my hand and kissed me, this time softly and sweetly right on the lips. 

“Thank you pea pod”

She had the condom in her other hand.

“I really needed this. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you.”

She started pushing the thrice soaked panties into the condom. 

“I know that you’re my sweet boy and I can’t believe how good you are to me.”

She stretched the rubber and twisted it around two fingers.

“You really are such a good boy.”

She tied a tight knot and bent to kiss me again. 

“But I owe you a punishment and I like to keep my word.” She gave the condom one last stretch and let it snap. 

“The plug comes out and the panties go in and they’ll stay there until you get home tomorrow to wash them.” 

She beamed. Proud of how creative her punishment was. 

“And your bed isn’t here for two days so I’ll give you a pillow and a blanket on the floor.”

Later that night, trying to find the least painful way to lay on the hard floor below the foot of her bed, I heard a sliding of a wooden drawer, and that old familiar hum of the wand.

After what transpired on the couch on that second evening that I wore the collar, she stayed true to her word and had me wear it through the night. 

She walked me with leash to the bathroom, put toothpaste on my brush and handed it down to me, sitting on my feet at her side. 

“Brush better than ever before baby and scrub that tongue. I don’t feel like tasting my asshole if I decide to kiss you.”  

She bent to peck me on the forehead and then sat and peed while I followed her command. Then she had me stand, spit, and rinse before joining her in the shower. 

I lovingly washed her hair and scrubbed her back and then she did the same for me. 
I felt loved and appreciated. The intimacy of washing each other almost as perfect and fulfilling as the sexual intimacy of earlier. 

The plug was still inside me and once we were both clean she turned me to face the wall of the shower and placed my hands up and in front of myself. Palms flat against it. She brought both her own hands down to my ass and played with my cheeks. Squeezing the flesh a little and then releasing to see it bounce back into place. Smacking first the right and then harder on the left. Giggling as she did so. 

“This is miiiine.” She squeezed both cheeks and I could hear the smile as she spoke. 

She tapped her feet against the insides of my ankles. I took the cue and spread my legs a little while she used two fingers to push against the base of the plug causing an immediate wave of pleasure and submissive energy. My cock…her cock became firm instantly.

“Heeheehee.” She cooed and snickered. 

“I have a button that makes you hard anytime I’d like.”

Smack!

She spanked my ass harder than ever before and I grunted in surprise. She then grabbed my wrists down from the wall and turned me toward her. She cradled my face in her now gentle hands and kissed me deeply. Soft and slow and passionate. The water of the shower spraying over us and wetting our hair to our faces. A Hollywood kiss. 

“I love you.” She ran her fingers over my ear and through my hair and looked straight into my eyes. I saw the twinkle. Knew that it was true. “I know you’d say it back if you were allowed to speak.” 

She broke our embrace and then SMACK!

She swatted quickly and unexpectedly at my penis. Sent it swinging and confused. Leaking. I moaned as she snickered.

“I’m gonna step out and dry myself baby. I’ll give you some privacy while you take out the plug. Wash it well and set it to dry. I’ll leave a washcloth on the sink. That’s where it will live for the night.” 

She stepped out of the shower and then reached in and turned the knob to make the water as cold as could be and I couldn’t help but let out a short yelp in surprise as she grabbed her towels before starting her way out of the room. At the door she paused a moment as I shivered and listened. 

“Do NOT” she nearly shouted the word “touch MY penis for the rest of the night.”

She pulled the door shut. The clicking of the handle emphasizing the finality of the command. 

I’m not sure who was enjoying this more. Her playful torture was becoming something I’m not sure I could ever live without now. I’d never felt so aroused and in love at the same time. I’d found the only woman for me. 

I was feeling and thinking these things as I hurried through removing the plug and thoroughly soaping and scrubbing it. All the while wincing at the freezing water. I heard the bathroom door open and close once while I was at it, and when I finally turned the water off and stepped out, I saw that she’d left a towel, a folded pair of girly purple panties, and a note. 

Your pajamas for the night baby boy. Join me in the bedroom when you’re dry and dressed. All fours.

I set the plug on the wash cloth to dry and then used the provided towel to dry myself before stepping into the tight purple panties and pulling them up. I’m not a large man but she is definitely smaller than I, and her panties we’re a very snug fit to say the least. My modest penis barely fit behind the narrow crotch and would slip out either side with any slight swaying of my hips.

My humiliating outfit was doing wonders for my submissive side that I was learning to nurture and become comfortable with. Her taking charge and putting me in my place was the most powerful turn-on I’d ever experienced. 

She’s my better. My goddess. She can have her way with me for the rest of her days and I’ll be happy to hear her laugh and see her smile at my expense or otherwise. 

Feeling tired and ready to put this amazing evening behind me, I got on hands and knees and reached up to open the door and start my short crawl to her bedroom. 

I shuffled through the open door into the dark room and started to crawl up into bed beside her when I noticed that the pillow I’d come to associate with “my” side of her bed was quite deliberately laid at the bottom of the mattress. Her beautiful feet crossed and resting on one side of it and her mischievous smile beaming at me as I dumbly processed. 

“Sleep at my feet little pet.” 

She wiggled her toes. 

“Don’t be confused at the panties. You’ll stay naked about the house while you’re collared, but I can’t have you leaking all over my sheets.” 

I smiled and laid my head beside her feet, curling myself a bit to keep my own feet from being too close to her face. I reached out with my left hand and gave her foot a loving squeeze and pulled it to my face. I nuzzled my nose against it and gave it a kiss, settling into a deeper level of sub-space than I’d ever felt before. 

“Goood boy. Very good boy.”

She booped my nose with her big toe and I cuddled her foot against my the top of my head and tried to settle into a sleepy mood.

We lay this way for a few minutes and I was just starting to drift off when her foot shifted and wriggled out of the hug I was holding it in. She spread her legs apart and put her right foot stiffly onto my shoulder and I heard the familiar click and hum of her wand. 

“Open.” 

She pressed her left foot to my lips and I let the big toe slip into my mouth and started to gently suck and massage it with my tongue and she brought herself steadily toward a loud moaning orgasm. 

Her legs stiffened and the toe in my mouth tightened and curled. When she finished I was still worshipping her tiny beautiful foot as I heard the wand turn off and the sound of her tucking it away in its drawer. 

Her breathing slowing she reached down and patted the fabric over my hard penis, neglected and no longer needed for the evening, before grabbing my sack and giving in a few firm squeezes. 

“Goodnight pet.”

She stretched and yawned dramatically. 

“If you make my coffee just right in the morning, I might give you a little tug before we get that collar off.”

She tucked her legs, pulled her feet back toward herself, and left me swimming in arousal. Wondering how my erection could ever subside before morning. 

What would she do if I had an accident in her panties?  

The slamming of the door seemed to me to have some real anger behind it and I hoped that it was as we discussed. Her venting off some of the steam of her work day. I hated to think that she was actually this upset with me after I’d cleaned her whole house and spent most of my day just thinking about how much I loved her. 

But I did understand that I had violated her privacy. Just because she was sometimes comfortable having me eat her ass or wear her panties as a blindfold, that didn’t exactly give me explicit consent to go around sniffing anything I might find while she’s not home. Let alone cumming all over her belongings. 

I went through the motions of scrubbing the tub all over again. I knew that it was already clean and that any urine that hadn’t made it into my mouth would have just run down the drain well before the clean water and suds from her shower, but she’d told me to do it, and a good pet does what he’s told. 

When everything was scrubbed all over again I had an internal conflict with myself that might seem strange or silly to an outsider. 

All fours unless doing chores.

Cleaning the tub was a chore. Was washing myself a chore? I hadn’t been asked to wash myself and I guess I’d already done so but then I was pissed on. 

I caught myself overthinking. When I’m wearing the collar, I feel I’m truly bound to her exact wishes and commands, even while she’s not looking. I want to please her and avoid upsetting her however performative or playful the “anger” might be. I’d much rather be told that I’m a good boy. 

I want to make her smile. 

I decided that kneeling with my palms on the floor of the tub and letting the water run down my face and chest was a good enough rinse. 

Water off, I crawled out of the tub and dried myself standing on my knees, looking at the shameful little pile of fabric that she’d thrown to the floor. 

We’d both cum in them. A few hours before I’d used them to protect her bedding from my mess, she’d gotten herself off with them between herself and the wand. 

She’d coated them. 

They were twice soiled. 

I finished drying my hair and did my best to tidy it with my fingers and then picked up the panties I’d be wearing while she punished me. 

I sat with my feet out in front of me and pulled them up my legs and cringed a little as my cold and sticky mess was hugged tight against her penis. 

She’d named it Philippe and Philippe was currently soft and cold and sad. Covered and coated in his own shame. 

I pushed the door open and crawled my way to the living room to see that all the shades were drawn and she’d moved a bench, usually against the wall by the bookshelf, to the center of the room. 

It was old and sturdy. Dark ornate wooden legs and frame with a burgundy faux leather cushion across the top and, today, three plastic spatulas arranged neatly across. 

She stood beside it, hands on her hips, wearing nothing but a wicked smile and a teal bath towel wrapped and tied around her damp hair. 

Her body was perfect. She was my sculpture. Perfect Betty Page breasts, adorable natural little ponch at the stomach, tight muscular hips, and a neat, dark stubble around the most gorgeous pussy the world has ever known. 

Her mischievous smile made all the difference for me. Reassured me that this was all just fun and games. Some light sadism for my queen to let some frustrations out. 

“Choose.”

She nodded down at the selection of cheap plastic cookware.

Naturally I chose what I felt would be the flimsiest. She’d said she was going to break it after all. I pointed at it with my nose as a dog might. 

“Pick it up with your mouth and hand it to me.”

I twisted my neck and took the handle between my teeth and shuffled over to where she was standing beside the bench but she kept taking short steps backward to make me crawl a little further. She laughed at me. 

“How do they feel baby?” Another step back. “Are they sticky?” Another step back. 

She’d run out of living room and was all the way against the drawers at the wall when I was able to close the distance. 

“SIT!” She snapped her fingers once in time with the command and then turned to opened the drawer. 

THUD 

A bottle of lube on the counter.

THUD

The black cardboard box. 

And then the slow metal jangling of my leash. She pulled it out slowly for effect and let the clasp end fall dramatically to the floor. She shook the black leather handle from side to side in her hand, making it rattle and snake around on the floor before bending to pick it up. 

She walked behind me, pulled the ring on my collar around to the back of my neck, and clicked my leash loudly into place before putting a palm between my shoulder blades and pushing me firmly forward toward the floor. 

“Ass up!” 

She smacked my bottom with her hand, the spatula still between my teeth. I felt her tug my humiliating underwear down below my cheeks and heard her spit. If she’d been aiming for my hole she’d missed, and I felt a warm fluid join with the cold and run down the fabric against my testicles. 

I heard the pumping of the bottle and felt the oil running down between my cheeks before her fingers started spreading it around. Circling and pushing a bit before sliding easily into me.

I could tell that they were the middle two fingers because I felt the index and pinky around my sack, and her thumb resting firmly on my tailbone. She pulled my leash tight with the other hand, craning my neck backwards, and I pushed back against her, taking the entirely of her fingers. 

I moaned softly in delight. Bucking a little against her. Fucking myself slowly with her hand. 

“No!” She yanked out of me and slapped me swiftly on the ass. “This is not to be enjoyed!” A few more pumps from the bottle and then the plug was rudely and quickly inserted. She tugged at the elastic and snapped the soggy panties back into place. 

“This is what happens when pets make messes where they don’t belong!”

She gave the panties another slow tug upwards, wedging them tightly into my crack and against the base of the plug. 

“Give.”

She bent and opened her hand below my mouth and I “handed” her the spatula. 

WHAP!

She whipped it through the air without mercy or restraint. It surprised me and stung my right ass cheek, the sensation not unlike a sunburn. I grunted. I hadn’t been expecting a blow so quickly. 

“Up on the stool my love.” She patted the cushion with the spatula, her voice suddenly a bit sweeter. “Straddle it and then hug your arms around it. Forehead against the seat.” 

I positioned myself as ordered. The cold leather felt nice against my body but the bulge at the front of the panties felt wet and sticky and I was sure that I’d be responsible for cleaning whatever I was spilling under me. 

“We have options here baby.” I could see only the cushion but I heard her slapping the head of spatula against her leg a few times.  

“I can try and break it in as few strokes as possible, swinging as hard and fast as I can…” she swung a leg over me straddled the small of my back and then leaned to speak softly into me ear. “Or…we can just settle on a number of spankings…maybe ten…I drag them out as long as I like, but add a second punishment of my choosing.”

She bit my ear playfully and then leaned back and gave the leash a few light tugs. 

“You know better than to talk but you can bark. Once for option one or twice for option two.” 

She pushed off of me with both palms, set my leash in a cold metal pile on my back, and walked away towards the couch. 

“I’m going to go put on your favorite robe and step outside for a cigarette. You stay just like that and think about your decision. I think I already know what you’ll choose.”

I’d made up my mind immediately and instead spent those minutes relishing in my place. Letting the submission wash over me. Lightly humping at the couch. Slowly and carefully. Just a little pleasure. 

I felt so grateful to have her attention again after this dry spell. Thankful that she’d awakened the submissive in me. I was the luckiest man in the world. 

How could I ever choose the first option? It would hurt more and be over sooner, and I wanted this treatment to go on as long as she was willing. But most compelling of all the factors to consider, I’d never know what that second punishment would have been, and I’d always been the curious type. 

It was good to have her back home. 

After that second night wearing the collar our sex life hit a bit of a rough patch. 

I was more turned on than ever. Spending my days reminiscing. Thinking of the way I felt when she had taken total control. The spankings. The plug. The denial. 

One day I studied the calander in her kitchen and counted the days backwards to that last night when I slept at her feet. 

I now had a number of days to apply to my frustrations. We hadn’t had romantic or vanilla sex in weeks. 

I wanted to still feel sometimes as if I was the man in the relationship but if she preferred the collar, I would respect her wishes. I’d take whatever I could get, but I knew better than to ask when she was irritable.

Just give me something. Even a teasing and permission to jerk off would be better than nothing. 

The problem was that she just wasn’t in the mood for any of it. Her job had become a big stressor in her life. She was in a management position and was suddenly given more responsibility without a pay raise. 

I’d spend my days doing anything I could think of to make her life easier. The kitchen became my favorite chore and I kept it squeaky clean. I kept up with the trash, helped with her laundry, cleaned both toilets, and always tried to make sure there were fresh flowers in her vase. 

I did these things because I genuinely wanted her life to be easier, but it would be a bit dishonest if I said that I wasn’t also hoping to be noticed and rewarded with some intimacy now and then. Whatever form that may take. Collar or otherwise. 

One day when she came home from work in a particularly bad mood, I sat with her and listened to her talk about her work day. She worked herself up just recounting it and when she fell silent and took a hard drag from her cigarette, I suggested she could always let off a little steam and take some of her anger out on me anytime she liked. 

She smirked and I winked and for a moment thought I might get what I asked for but she laughed it off.

“I’ll think about it.” She snubbed out her smoke in the ashtray and started to stand. “It wouldn’t really be fair to use you like that unless you did something to deserve it.” She put the lid on the tray.  “Piss me off on a bad day and see what happens though.” She kissed me on the cheek as she walked past me and into the house. 

We were approaching a month without any form of sex when I finally got myself in the type of trouble “deserving” of her frustration.

We don’t live together. I stay over quite often but I still go home a few days a week. Usually our work schedules are pretty much aligned. We typically have two consecutive days off together and spend the days however we like. Lounging or running errands, maybe hit a the bar that we like to play darts at, cook dinner together ect.

This week however she was asked to switch days and work one of our precious mornings.

“I’d still like you to be here when I get home baby.” 

Her face pretending like it was a question. Both of us noticing that it wasn’t exactly that.

“Maybe you just hang out here and tidy a little while I’m working. Then I come home and you pamper me?” 

The puppy dog face. 

There are many moods to this woman and I’ve fallen in love with almost all of them. I think that she knows by now that it would make me instantly hard if she just told me sternly and exactly what to do and didn’t pretend that it was a request. But she still had this sweet way about her sometimes and I appreciate that side of her too. 

This is how I wanted to spend my day anyway and I happily agreed. 

When she woke that next morning bright and early to get ready for work, I’d set my alarm 15 minutes earlier than hers. This didn’t wake her as I was sleeping in the spare room across the hall as I often did. 

I had her coffee ready for her and I’d used the exact amount of hazelnut creamer that she likes.

I got a groggy “thank you baby” and then I kissed her cheek and told her that there was a salad in the fridge for her to take to work. 

I’d stayed up a bit later than her the night before and made it with great care. Washed and dried romaine, feta crumbles, thinly sliced strips of salami, halved baby carrots, banana peppers, and cucumber wedges. I rolled up the fancy deli turkey and sliced it into “sushi rolls” as I’d seen her do before.

I knew to leave the croutons and mini croutons (she likes both) in a bag on the side and to put the Greek dressing in a reusable ramekin for her to add when she’s ready to eat. 

Another groggy “thank you baby”.

She gave me a quick hug and I left her to have her morning routine in solitude and laid back down for another hour of sleep.

When I got up I had the place to myself. I put some music on and started a chore list while I waited on my own coffee to brew. 

kitchen
make her bed
trash to curb 
sweep and swiffer
shower/tub
gather laundry

After my morning coffee and smoke I got to work. I’ll admit that I was pleased with myself as I did so. I felt I was being such a good man to her. That not only did she deserve these services but that I was the best partner that she could ask for. Perhaps I was getting carried away with my self-praise but some amount of pride is healthy right?

I received a text from her not far into my chores. 

“Even worse than I thought today bb. Everyone is rubbing me the wrong way and getting on my every nerve. 

Can’t wait to be home with you.”

I replied telling her that she could look forward to a clean house and a foot rub and continued in my chores.  

While I was sweeping I found myself thinking on our previous adventures. Picturing her perfect pussy and remembering its taste and scent. Missing it and becoming hard. Wondering when I might be allowed to eat it again. 

My arousal overcame me and I had a naughty idea and acted on it. I drew all the shades in the house and removed all of my clothing and folded it neatly in a pile as she would ask of me and then returned to my sweeping with a full erection. I imagined she was there sitting on the couch. Fully clothed and enjoying a glass of wine. Ignoring me in my naked chores. 

I imagined she’d told me not to touch myself until my chores were done and when I had each room swept I used the swiffer to get the floors shiny and perfect. Walking and mopping backwards both to not step on her perfect floors while wet but also to wipe away any pre-cum that was occasionally dripping from her penis as I worked my way out of one room and into the next. When at last I’d hit all the hardwood, I found myself at the end of the hall next to her bedroom door. 

This seemed as good a time as any to let the floors dry and make her bed for her. I opened the door and stepped inside to see that the bed indeed needed making. 

Her wand was laying about where her waist would lie. I’d tucked her in the night before and I wondered if she’d used it last night, when I would have loved to have pleasured her myself or perhaps this morning as I was making her coffee. 

Silly as it might be to have feelings of jealousy for a sex toy, I was a bit hurt that she would prefer to pleasure herself when she knows that I love to eat her and would have asked for nothing in return. That I was right across the hall. Maybe I wouldn’t feel this way if we’d been active lately. 

I tucked the toy in the drawer where I knew it belonged and as I lifted the sheet to start and make the bed I found something that replaced these jealous feelings with pure lust. 

Tucked under the sheet and just to the right of where the wand was sitting was a pair of grey panties. I picked them up, felt the unmistakable residue. The wand often made her squirt. She would play with it over top of her panties because it was too intense directly against herself and she would almost always have some amount of ejaculate and be happy that she was wearing panties and avoiding changing the sheets. 

I brought them to my nose. 

Partly ashamed that I’d stooped to this, I closed my eyes and pulled in the scent of this wonderful woman that I’d been missing all these weeks. The sensation made my eyes flutter with warm colors behind my eyelids, made me feel true intoxication, lightheadedness. I think I could have cum without touching myself if I had an hour with these against my nose. 

I checked the clock on her bedside table, remembered my chores, and decided I had time to give myself what I felt I needed. 

The promise not to touch myself was imaginary after all. And what if I didn’t need to technically touch myself?

I finished making the bed and lay carefully atop the covers. Laid the crotch of her panties directly over my nose and reached back into the drawer for the wand. 

I put it on the lower of the two settings and gently brought it to touch me just barely below the head. Against the most sensitive part of my shaft. I inhaled the most wonderful scent in the world and was not prepared for how quickly this would make me explode. I’d made the decision to get myself off (was it a decision?) not a minute before and I was already about to cum. 

I panicked and brought the panties down from my face and used them to catch my mess just in time. 

Three and a half weeks of frustration and neglect shot and pumped out of myself and onto the fabric that my woman had used as a buffer between herself and the wand. 

I gave myself only a short moment to recover from the orgasm. 

Now I needed to move fast. I wanted to complete the chore list and hide this evidence. Wand back in the drawer, her bedroom tidy, I walked the panties into the spare room and buried them in the middle of the basket that I’d earlier used to gather her dirty laundry. I’d be washing this myself so I knew that it was unlikely she’d encounter them in the state that I’d left them. 

I left the cleaning of the tub and shower for last and decided to wash myself when I was through. I started on my my hands and knees with the magic eraser and brought a bottle of bathroom cleaner and a cleaning-specific wash cloth and then started to shower. 

While I was finishing with washing myself she came home.

I heard sounds of delight at seeing how clean I’d made her house, though I couldn’t quite make out the exact words until she entered the bathroom. 

“I had the most terrible day but seeing this clean house has made a world of difference baby.” 

She opened the shower curtain and asked for a kiss. I gave it happily and was proud of myself all over again. 

“I need a shower too peapod. Why don’t you take your time while I get some clothes? We can shower together.”

Though I was pretty much finished in the shower I didn’t mind at all to pretend that I wasn’t. I looked forward to seeing her naked and waited a few minutes in the hot water for her to return. 

It didn’t take long. 

I heard some stomping footsteps rapidly aproaching down the hall 
before the door swung open.

“SO I WAS LOOKING FOR MY COMFY SHIRT!!” she yanked the shower curtain open and shot me a stern look. Her eyes on fire like I’d seen only once before. Each hand holding something up for me to see. 

In the left were the panties I’d soiled. In the right was the collar. I started to try and explain but she yelled over me. 

“NO! Down on the floor of the tub right FUCKING now!” She dropped the panties to the floor and snapped her fingers and then pointed downwards.

I did as I was told. Kneeling first on the floor of the tub before she snapped her fingers a few more times and kept pointing downwards until I laid in my back, feet towards the shower head, suddenly not so proud of anything I’d done while she was away. 

“I trust you in my home for EIGHT hours!”

She reached toward me and fastened the collar. Her hands trembled with anger or excitement or both. 

“And you have the fucking NERVE…”

She slapped the right side of my face and then pulled her shirt and bra off faster than I’d ever seen. 

“To enter MY ROOM and jerk your fucking cock all over my panties!!!”

She yanked down her work jeans and her underwear with them and stepped into the shower to stand over me. 

Her back now blocked the water from hitting me and she stared down at me with eyes of fire. She bent and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to a sitting position beneath her, then pushed my head back against the shower wall. 

“Open!” She barked.

I opened my mouth and she pushed herself against my face. I’d gotten my wish after all, though not exactly how I’d fantasized about it. 

She rested her palms on the wall above me and looked toward the ceiling, breathing deep a few times and working up the comfort to do what I knew was coming. Eventually I felt the muscles of her lips relax against my own and I pushed my tongue as far under her as I could. 

She closed her eyes. “Drink and think about what you’ve done” she said in a low and whispering tone. 

Her flow of urine started into my mouth faster than I’d anticipated and some spilled down my chin before I felt the warmth of it flow down my stomach and along the folds of my skin beside my testicles. 

I wished that she would piss directly on my cock but she slowed herself and instead pushed more firmly against my open mouth and put a hand under my chin with some upward pressure. 

“All of it!” She breathed heavy now and seemed to be having a harder time pretending to be angry. “Don’t waste a drop. This may be the last time you ever have your mouth against me so savor it!”

She slapped me on the cheek and put the hand back where it was against the wall. 

I swallowed as fast as I could and stared up into those stern but fluttering eyes. Gulping down a piss that she must have been looking forward to for at least her last hour of work. I tried to tell her with my own eyes that I was lucky to be where I was, but she wasn’t looking at me.

When she finished I felt a little tremor in her legs before she stood on her toes and wiped herself slowly up and down my nose and then patted herself a few times against my forehead. Then she pushed my head downwards again to make me lay on the floor of the tub and she started to wash herself as if I weren’t there.

She said nothing for a minute while she scrubbed her body and then wrung the wash cloth out over my face. Then she pumped the shampoo bottle into her palm.  

“I can tell that you cleaned the shower baby but now you’ve gone and spilled piss all over it.” 

She lathered, massaged, rinsed, and then twisted her long and beautiful red hair. Wringing the suds directly and purposely onto my desperate boyhood.

“I thought you’d drink faster than that. I’ve seen you chug a beer.”

She stepped a bit forward and put her foot on my cock and let some of her body weight onto it as she rinsed the remainder of the suds from her head and let them drip noisily down onto my chest and stomach. 

“Clean it all over again.”

Slow and stern and evil she said it.  

“Then clean yourself and brush the taste of my piss from your dirty mouth.”

Her foot pushed harder into my penis and testicles.

“Then dry up and put on your new favorite crusty..” she stepped harder “CUMMY” she pushed harder “PANTIES!!!”

She kicked me playfully but not too cruelly in the balls. 

“…and then come to the living room.” Her tone sweet all of a sudden. 

She stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. 

“You’re going to present that cute little butt for me and I’m going to let you choose which spatula I break against it.” 

The door slammed shut.

After what transpired on the couch on that second evening that I wore the collar, she stayed true to her word and had me wear it through the night. 

She walked me with leash to the bathroom, put toothpaste on my brush and handed it down to me, sitting on my feet at her side. 

“Brush better than ever before baby and scrub that tongue. I don’t feel like tasting my asshole if I decide to kiss you.”  

She bent to peck me on the forehead and then sat and peed while I followed her command. Then she had me stand, spit, and rinse before joining her in the shower. 

I lovingly washed her hair and scrubbed her back and then she did the same for me. 
I felt loved and appreciated. The intimacy of washing each other almost as perfect and fulfilling as the sexual intimacy of earlier. 

The plug was still inside me and once we were both clean she turned me to face the wall of the shower and placed my hands up and in front of myself. Palms flat against it. She brought both her own hands down to my ass and played with my cheeks. Squeezing the flesh a little and then releasing to see it bounce back into place. Smacking first the right and then harder on the left. Giggling as she did so. 

“This is miiiine.” She squeezed both cheeks and I could hear the smile as she spoke. 

She tapped her feet against the insides of my ankles. I took the cue and spread my legs a little while she used two fingers to push against the base of the plug causing an immediate wave of pleasure and submissive energy. My cock…her cock became firm instantly.

“Heeheehee.” She cooed and snickered. 

“I have a button that makes you hard anytime I’d like.”

Smack!

She spanked my ass harder than ever before and I grunted in surprise. She then grabbed my wrists down from the wall and turned me toward her. She cradled my face in her now gentle hands and kissed me deeply. Soft and slow and passionate. The water of the shower spraying over us and wetting our hair to our faces. A Hollywood kiss. 

“I love you.” She ran her fingers over my ear and through my hair and looked straight into my eyes. I saw the twinkle. Knew that it was true. “I know you’d say it back if you were allowed to speak.” 

She broke our embrace and then SMACK!

She swatted quickly and unexpectedly at my penis. Sent it swinging and confused. Leaking. I moaned as she snickered.

“I’m gonna step out and dry myself baby. I’ll give you some privacy while you take out the plug. Wash it well and set it to dry. I’ll leave a washcloth on the sink. That’s where it will live for the night.” 

She stepped out of the shower and then reached in and turned the knob to make the water as cold as could be and I couldn’t help but let out a short yelp in surprise as she grabbed her towels before starting her way out of the room. At the door she paused a moment as I shivered and listened. 

“Do NOT” she nearly shouted the word “touch MY penis for the rest of the night.”

She pulled the door shut. The clicking of the handle emphasizing the finality of the command. 

I’m not sure who was enjoying this more. Her playful torture was becoming something I’m not sure I could ever live without now. I’d never felt so aroused and in love at the same time. I’d found the only woman for me. 

I was feeling and thinking these things as I hurried through removing the plug and thoroughly soaping and scrubbing it. All the while wincing at the freezing water. I heard the bathroom door open and close once while I was at it, and when I finally turned the water off and stepped out, I saw that she’d left a towel, a folded pair of girly purple panties, and a note. 

Your pajamas for the night baby boy. Join me in the bedroom when you’re dry and dressed. All fours.

I set the plug on the wash cloth to dry and then used the provided towel to dry myself before stepping into the tight purple panties and pulling them up. I’m not a large man but she is definitely smaller than I, and her panties we’re a very snug fit to say the least. My modest penis barely fit behind the narrow crotch and would slip out either side with any slight swaying of my hips.

My humiliating outfit was doing wonders for my submissive side that I was learning to nurture and become comfortable with. Her taking charge and putting me in my place was the most powerful turn-on I’d ever experienced. 

She’s my better. My goddess. She can have her way with me for the rest of her days and I’ll be happy to hear her laugh and see her smile at my expense or otherwise. 

Feeling tired and ready to put this amazing evening behind me, I got on hands and knees and reached up to open the door and start my short crawl to her bedroom. 

I shuffled through the open door into the dark room and started to crawl up into bed beside her when I noticed that the pillow I’d come to associate with “my” side of her bed was quite deliberately laid at the bottom of the mattress. Her beautiful feet crossed and resting on one side of it and her mischievous smile beaming at me as I dumbly processed. 

“Sleep at my feet little pet.” 

She wiggled her toes. 

“Don’t be confused at the panties. You’ll stay naked about the house while you’re collared, but I can’t have you leaking all over my sheets.” 

I smiled and laid my head beside her feet, curling myself a bit to keep my own feet from being too close to her face. I reached out with my left hand and gave her foot a loving squeeze and pulled it to my face. I nuzzled my nose against it and gave it a kiss, settling into a deeper level of sub-space than I’d ever felt before. 

“Goood boy. Very good boy.”

She booped my nose with her big toe and I cuddled her foot against my the top of my head and tried to settle into a sleepy mood.

We lay this way for a few minutes and I was just starting to drift off when her foot shifted and wriggled out of the hug I was holding it in. She spread her legs apart and put her right foot stiffly onto my shoulder and I heard the familiar click and hum of her wand. 

“Open.” 

She pressed her left foot to my lips and I let the big toe slip into my mouth and started to gently suck and massage it with my tongue and she brought herself steadily toward a loud moaning orgasm. 

Her legs stiffened and the toe in my mouth tightened and curled. When she finished I was still worshipping her tiny beautiful foot as I heard the wand turn off and the sound of her tucking it away in its drawer. 

Her breathing slowing she reached down and patted the fabric over my hard penis, neglected and no longer needed for the evening, before grabbing my sack and giving in a few firm squeezes. 

“Goodnight pet.”

She stretched and yawned dramatically. 

“If you make my coffee just right in the morning, I might give you a little tug before we get that collar off.”

She tucked her legs, pulled her feet back toward herself, and left me swimming in arousal. Wondering how my erection could ever subside before morning. 

What would she do if I had an accident in her panties?  

I had a hard time finding what I wanted to read so I wrote it myself.

This series is based on an actual goddess. I need Femdom with love involved. She’s always right even when she’s wrong. Submit to a difficult woman and see what I mean.

It was a while before I wore the collar again. Weeks in fact. It got mentioned now and then. Playfully at times and other times as a threat but she must have known that this was no true punishment. That I loved the way it made me feel. The way it put me in my place. 

“Don’t ask for it. It ruins the whole idea of the thing.”

Life went on as normal. Our relationship progressed and we grew closer. Date nights and nights in. Both of us busy with work and wishing we had more time together.

I tried to find ways to show her that I wanted to be her’s. That I was here to help. A comfort. Someone to keep around. Someone she could depend on. I cooked for her and kept her kitchen clean. Once she mentioned that her shower was dirtier than before I started using it and so I scrubbed it while she was at work. I brought her flowers periodically and was always more than happy to buy us a meal when neither of us felt up to cooking.

Things were mostly wonderful. She filled my lonely life with something I very much needed. 

But nothing is perfect. She didn’t do well with conflict of any kind. I’ve truly tried my best to handle any grievances in the most adult way but I stumbled here and there. Bottled up some feelings until they drunkenly fell out of of my mouth in the most childish, teenager-in-love type of tantrum.

This never went well. And it shouldn’t have. I was supposed to be a grown man and it served me right to be given the cold shoulder for mishandling my feelings. She had very little patience for any type of drama within the relationship and I would always find myself having to slowly earn her trust all over again when I behaved this way. 

Over time I hoped that she at least saw some improvement from my end. Slow as it may have been. She would always come around and forgive me eventually and I think she knew that I would always be there sorry when she did. 

Her “recovery time” for lack of better phrasing became shorter throughout. Where once she’d ignore me for a week she began to give me some communication within a day or two. Maybe not affectionate but better than silence and we would work our way steadily back to where we were before I lost my cool. 

But that’s not why we read this type of thing is it? I suppose that’s the difference between a situation where there’s love involved and pure, horny, unrealistic fantasy. There’s a relationship at the center of it all. Otherwise it’s just a single serving production. Self-indulgent. Cringeworthy. 

The collar returned on what could have easily been a very bad night. 

She’d had an awful day at work and I knew that I’d better be a little extra careful on an evening like this. She was frustrated and fussy and it was my role to bring her mood up if I could. This was something I prided myself in. I was always so fulfilled if I could make her happy after a bad day.

We’d had a few drinks and I knew she wouldn’t be awake much longer. She hadn’t eaten and this was a problem. Drinking on an empty stomach almost always spelled disaster in the morning and she had to go right back to that job that had ruined her mood in the first place. 

I went into caretaker mode and rifled through the cupboards and the fridge, looking for something quick and easy, and settled on a bag of frozen pasta.

While eating I noticed that she’d taken maybe two bites before pushing the bowl away from herself. She didn’t like it and she told me so.

“I wish you could just eat it anyway. At least half of it. You need something in your stomach before bed.” There was just a tad too much annoyance in my tone and I regretted it immediately.

This was the wrong thing to say and the wrong way to say it. I saw the fire in her eyes and knew I’d stepped in something. 

“I’m sorry.”

It was too late. She’d go to bed angry or ask me to leave altogether. I’d been here before and damage control was nearly impossible when she was like this. 

She got up and stomped outside for a cigarette while I began to tidy the kitchen and collect my things. She took her time outside and when finally she came back in I was zipping up my backpack and trying to avoid her angry gaze. 

“Oh so you’re just going to leave?” She killed my spirit with her stern eyes. “This is why we never figure anything out you know?” Her hands were on her hips. “I’m sorry for overreacting and being difficult but we’re never going to get over our problems if we just ignore them.”

I was stuck for a moment. Not sure of what to do. We rarely had constructive conversations when we’d been drinking. I really thought that it was for the best if I just went home for the night but it was clear in the moment that this was not what she wanted. 

“If you’re not going to say anything then you might as well be a pet tonight.” 

This was her apology. This was her making it up to me. 

“Now you can leave or you can take those stupid clothes off and wait on the floor.” 

She stomped past me and down the hall towards her bedroom as I decided on the second option. When she returned with the collar in hand I was naked and on my knees with my arms crossed behind my back. My clothes folded in a neat pile against the wall. She was beaming as she slipped the leather around my neck and fastened the buckle. The chain remained in her hand and she didn’t bother to fasten it to the ring. Instead she drew the chain up into the air and swung it half-heartedly against my ass before tossing it onto the pile of my folded clothes. It didn’t hurt and she didn’t mean it to. She giggled a little. Her mood had come around after all.

“No talking from you but you already know that. Stand up and finish what you started in the kitchen. You can throw that pasta in the trash. Thank you for cooking but you know I’m picky about what I eat.” 

I stood and got straight to work as she walked past me to the couch. I emptied the clean dishes from the washer and put them where I knew they belonged. I’d learned the particulars of her organization over time. She’d always pointed out when something was where it shouldn’t be. Naked in my chores I was starting to grow below the waist a bit. Dishes are far more fun when you’re being ordered to do them by a stern and sexy woman. 

She got up and walked about the house a bit while I cleaned and more than once I caught a mischievous smile as she walked past. Pure satisfaction at my obedience. 

I scraped the pasta into the trash and was bending over to put the bowl on the bottom rack of the washer when I felt her approach behind me.

“Good boy.” She purred. “Stay just like that for a moment and don’t turn around.” I heard the pumping of a bottle and I knew the bottle well. “Back up a bit. On your knees. Ass up.” She said it sweetly and cheerfully as you might instruct a child into position for a haircut. 

I arranged myself accordingly and my cock lept to attention the very moment her fingers, cold and wet with the oil, began to circle and push against my asshole. I backed instinctively against her hand. Almost involuntary. Like a cat behaves while being pet after far too long. 

“Oh you liiike this.” She sounded delighted as she stretched the word. “You waaant me to play with your butt.” She giggled like a child. “Myyyy butt.” She slipped a finger in to the knuckle and wiggled it. Chuckling to herself.  

She bent at the waist and whispered into my ear. Her finger swirling inside me. 

“I bought you something the other day.” She pushed the finger into me as far as it could go as I moaned at the violation. “You always get me flowers so I wanted to reciprocate.” She removed her finger slowly from my body and I heard the bottom drawer of the kitchen island slide open. 

As I’ve mentioned I was pretty familiar with the contents of the drawers and cupboards and I’d earlier noticed a small black cardboard box in the corner of this particular drawer. I’d been curious but wasn’t one to snoop around. 

I heard the box being set on the kitchen island. Heard the cardboard friction of the lid being lifted. I lowered my head and tucked my chin to look between my legs but all I could see were her own legs. Naked at least to the knees. Sometime in my cleaning duties she’d taken her pants off. 

“This is the smallest plug they had. I’d never want to hurt you. I hope you know that.” I heard the pumping of the bottle again and watched between my legs as she closed in. One hand pulling my left cheek to the side while the other brought a silver metal plug to rest against my hole. She twisted it slowly at first before starting to push it into me.

It didn’t hurt. I was well lubricated and it wasn’t all that large. She pushed slowly and steadily and I felt it settle into place as she gave it a final little twist and then drummed at the base a few times with her fingers. My cock surged at the sensation. The vibrations rippling in a straight line to my penis. As if this metal coin were a button she could push to make me cum. That wasn’t far from the truth. 

“I know you would thank me if you were allowed to speak so you’re welcome.” She smacked me hard across my right ass cheek and went to the sink to wash her hands.

“Finish with the dishes and then take the trash out please. It will need to be taken to the curb as well. Tomorrow is pickup day.”

I stood and gave her a look that asked wordlessly for sympathy. She had nosy neighbors. One of them particularly so. Someone will see me. I could be arrested. I couldn’t possibly take the trash to the curb wearing only the collar and the plug. 

She read my face and my mind both.

“You can wear the robe baby. The leopard print will do. If someone sees the collar they see the collar. At least they won’t see the plug or your lil guy.” She patted my cock underhand a few times as she said this last part. 

This was the robe that started it all. Anytime she’d wear it, I’d be reliving that first wonderful night in my mind. The night I’d first been given the collar. It was thoughtful of her to loan it to me. To cover my predicament for the short journey to the curb and back. 

Every step was a reminder of the foreign object inside my ass. It shifted around as I walked. It sent messages straight to my brain and my manhood.

She put it there. 

She wants it there. 

She didn’t ask me for my opinion. 

It will stay there until she decides it be removed. 

After taking the trash without incident I came back inside and removed the robe after closing the door. All shades in the house were drawn. Out there I was a loving boyfriend. In here, at least while the collar was on, I was a pet. 

I went into the kitchen and put a pod into the washer. Started the cycle. I surveyed my surroundings. The room was spotless. I looked over at her. She was wearing only a white baggy shirt and a simple pair of black panties.  Comfortable in her corner of the couch. Phone in hand. A smile on her beautiful face. She was stunning. I’ve never been more attracted to anyone. It was a chemical attraction. Programming. No supermodel on the planet could ever have my attention like she does. 

“All fours unless doing chores.” She reminded in a singsong tone. I made myself so and just after I did I heard a light knock at the front door and then shortly after a car starting and pulling away. 

“That was fast! Maybe the fastest ever.” She was happy about something. Her mood is my mood and so I was happy in turn.

“You can stand while you open the door and grab my food but as soon as the door is closed again I want you to crawl it to me. Bag in mouth like a good lil puppers.” She snickered. Pleased with herself and knowing she was doing favors for me in a teasing way. I love it when she bosses me. I can think of nothing more arousing than serving this woman in this demeaning fashion. 

I did as I was told and when I reached the foot of the couch I smiled through my teeth behind the paper bag. Sitting back on my ankles with my palms on the floor and my hard cock jutting out in front of me. Leaking at the evening’s events. Proud of my obedience. If I had a tail it would have wagged. 

“Good boy.” She patted my head as she walked past me toward the kitchen. She left the bag in my teeth until she had her paper towel and her silverware situated on the little table in front of her. Then she took the bag from my mouth, set it on the table, and slid her panties down and around her feet before draping them over my erection like she’d done all those weeks before. In the bathroom…when I’d cleaned her after her pee. 

“Now!” she opened the bag and brought out her bowl of pho. “I eat pho and you eat me.” She pointed playfully at her wonderful pussy as if I didn’t know what she meant. I wanted nothing more.

I got into position, chin resting against the front of the cushion as she scooted herself toward my eager tongue. She hadn’t shaved in a few days and she’d grown just the faintest little bush. This drove me wild with arousal. Why should she groom herself for a man? She’s so much better than us. Her body wonderful as it is. I started lapping very slowly. Wetting the hairs. Tasting her as if she were a precious delicacy. Something to be savored. 

She scooted the table a little closer to herself so that I was completely underneath it. I heard her pushing at the buttons of the remote. Choosing something to watch while she ate. While I ate. 

“Take your time down there baby. I don’t want to cum. I just want little tongue pets from my little tongue pet while I enjoy my soup.” 

If there’s any greater honor in the world, I’m not sure what it is. I lapped slowly and carefully. Kissing softly here and there. Listening to the television behind me and the occasional slurping of a noodle into my mistress’ mouth. I was in a state of subordinate ecstasy. Completely content in my role of worshiper. 

This is life worth living. 

These are the memories that no pornography could ever compete with. The plug in my ass the perfect touch. I lived in the moment. Wished that it would last forever. 

When she finished eating she pushed the table away and paused the show. She looked down at me, still slowly licking away at my favorite thing in the world. She smiled down at me. Lovingly. The only word for her expression. 

“You really are such a good boy. A good man.” She ran her fingers gently through my hair and I lapped just a little faster. Breathed just a little harder at her praising of me.

“I want to cum now but not like this. You can have yours too if you can give me what I need.” She patted the top of my head and scooted herself away from my mouth. 

“You can lay on the couch because you’ve been so good to me tonight. Flat on your back. Head right here.” She patted the cushion.  She stood and plucked her panties from my penis as I got onto the couch. I laid exactly where instructed and stared up at the ceiling. She leaned over me, reached above my line of sight and tugged the panties gently down over my head, tucking the elastic of the waistband just below my nose. A blindfold of sorts though I could see faintly through the fabric. I could smell the work of her day and her perfect sweat in the cotton. She laughed perfomatively. Pronouncing it.

“Heeheeheehee”

I must have looked ridiculous.

“I’ll be right back.” 

When she returned I heard her shuffling above my head. Plugging something into a socket. I knew what it was of course. Then she climbed over top of my face. Swung her legs forcefully over the arm of the couch and placed her feet against the wall above my head. 

“Bring your your arms up here please. I need you to hold this.” 

We were in an awkward position and it took some squirming and adjusting to get comfortably into place. My arms wrapped around her thighs and up in the air, holding the wand out in front of her pussy. Her own arms stretched backwards on either side of my waist. Her beautiful asshole, just faintly visible through the fabric of my humiliating blindfold, hovering just above my face. 

“Ok turn it on the lower setting. Let it hang by the chord in front of me. This thing can be way too intense so I’ll push against it as I please.” Her stern voice. My cock pulsed at the tone of her instruction as she positioned my hands where she wanted them. I flipped the switch and heard the electric hum as she lowered her ass to my face and shifted some of the strain of her weight off of her arms and onto my open jaw. 

Her body reacted immediately to the attention at both holes. Breathing dramatically and cooing in pleasure. 

“Get that tongue in there baby. You know you love it.”

She moaned and rocked a little. Bumping herself gently against the wand and causing it to swing away from her and back to her at the rhythm of her choice. 

Her arms shaking at the waves of sensation, I wriggled my tongue. Made it as stiff as I could and pushed it around her. Looking for the angle of least resistance. 

“Yes!” she shouted. “Uuuuh taste me. Taste my ass.” Her voice a light-breathed whisper. 

She had always been quick. She was already getting close. My tongue found the angle. Broke the seal and worked its way wetly maybe a half inch inside her. 

I couldn’t tell you when but I’d started pushing my butt downwards against the couch. Pushing against the plug and massaging my prostate as I humped awkwardly at the air. My hard cock swaying uselessly around. I could feel the cold of precum swinging and dangling against my belly. 

“Yes! Yes!” Her breath building toward climax as she rocked rhythmically against my tongue and the wand both. 

I couldn’t hold out as long as she. Her taste was too much for me. Too bold a reminder of my place in her life. Of the last time I’d been allowed to cum with the collar on. I pushed against the cushion of the couch and humped stupidly at the air. I thought of the difference between her asshole and my own. Mine violated without asking. Her’s worshipped by her servant’s mouth. 

I built steadily and with embarrassment toward the inevitable and soon found myself cumming hands free all over my stomach. Ruined in a way by having my hands busy with her pleasure. Unable to stroke myself through the waves. 

My moaning betrayed what had happened and she laughed to herself in the midst of her own ecstatic breathing. My arms tiring from holding the chord in the air.  

“I knew you loved this taste you perv!” She leaned to the left and slapped the side of my ass with her right hand. My dick slowly receding and pushing the last of my spunk onto my cold belly.  

“While the collar is on, you can only…oooh” She pushed against the wand “..cum with your tongue..” she moaned deep and lost her words for a moment. Her legs tightened and my tongue stiffened for her and worked its way just a little further in. “..where it belongs!”

Her asshole tightened around my taste buds and pushed me out of her.  All the muscles of her body tensed as she let out a stuttering moan and I felt the warm damp of her squirt spray across the fabric of her panties on my forehead. 

She relaxed and let herself fall backwards against my body as she caught her breath. Her perfect ass resting against my chest. Her hair laying in the mess I’d made on my stomach. The wand vibrating uselessly beside me.

I turned it off and held the sides of her smooth legs. Kissed one of them tenderly at the calf.  

She shifted a bit and turned her head to the side to face my tired, flaccid penis. “Poor guy.” She kissed it. “Got too excited for his own good.” She giggled as she shook me in her hand and let out one last sigh of exasperation. 

“I guess you’ll have to wash my hair before we get that thing out of your ass.” She sat up and drew my head upwards towards her. She giggled once more and laced her fingers through the hair above my ears, looking adoringly into me. She scratched softly at my scalp as you would for a loved family dog. 

I’d never felt more lucky a man in my life as a looked into her amazing eyes.

What a woman. 

Why me? 

She’s too good for me. 

“I think the collar stays on tonight. If you can’t talk without getting snippy then why talk at all?”

She tugged the panties off of my head and patted me softly and lovingly on the cheek. 

“I think we might just work out after all.”

She wadded them and pushed them easily  into my open and astonished mouth. 

“Let’s have a shower before bed.”

She kissed my forehead and I loved her. 

This is the first piece I’ve ever written. Formatting will improve with part 2 and I hope to improve overall. This is where I wanted to post originally but I had to wait until my new account was seven days old. I hope someone enjoys it!

She lifted herself slowly from my face and turned to sit on her knees beside me. My back against the cold floor, still shivering from the intensity of the orgasm. She brought her cupped hand to my cheek and wiped my mess across the right side of my short, stubbly beard while she leaned down to give me a quick kiss on my forehead.

“I love you very much dear.” Her fingers undoing the clasp of the collar as she spoke in her upper pitched and overly sweet tone that she chose sometimes. “I love what we have together and I want everything to continue as it’s been going. This is just a mood that takes over me sometimes.” She stood up and found her robe on the arm of the couch before walking to the kitchen in the next room. I heard the faucet run for a few seconds. 

“I need you to know that I see you as my equal and love it when you take charge and I would never want that to stop happening.” She returned with a warm damp towel and handed it to me as I sat up, my eyes level with her knees, and looked up at her beautiful smiling face. “But I got the feeling that you liked what just happened very much. Maybe even a little more than I did. So let’s just keep on loving each other as usual, and you’ll know when I’m in this mood again when I hand you the collar?”

About two hours earlier, I had been asleep on the couch. Or rather I’d been trying to get back to sleep after having another sex dream about the woman who was asleep in her bed at the end of the hall. 

I’d been seeing her for about nine months but I’d known thirty minutes into our first date that she was a person I could very easily fall completely in love with. We got along amazingly well and shared an almost spooky amount of interests in common.

She was a complicated woman, and over the course of the next few months I would learn that if I ever wanted a lasting relationship with this person, which I very much did, I would need to take every caution to respect her boundaries and show her in every way that she is cared for.

She’d mentioned a traumatic event that she wasn’t keen on talking about. Some discomfort from long before I’d met her, and although we’d had some perfectly good drunken sex on a few occasions, there had also been some awkwardness in the bedroom more than once, and I often felt it was only right to be a gentleman. To give her the space that she needs to feel safe, I’d sometimes kiss her goodnight and head off to the living room to sleep on the couch. 

This was one of those nights and I was just rolling over to cuddle the pillow that smelled of her hair when I heard a door creak open and the sound of her bare feet walking softly down the hallway. The steps quiet and careful as not to startle me, she came to stand next to the couch and reached down to squeeze my shoulder gently. 

“I’m sorry to wake you baby but I have an idea that might help us and I think I need to act on it while I have the courage.” 

She sat on the couch next to my waist and just as I noticed that she had something in her hands, she reached towards my neck and started to fasten a thin black collar with a silver ring hanging from the front. 

I’d noticed on a couple occasions that after a certain amount of drinks, there was a side of her that very much liked to be in charge and tell me what to do, and I’d often suspected that she could dominate a bedroom and take great pleasure in doing so. There was an aura about her that said “I know that I’m a little crazy, and if you want to be involved with me, you will keep me happy and deal with my quirks and you will like it.”  

I was seeing this hunch prove itself as she changed her tone entirely. “I’ve always thought it’s VERY tacky when people put clothes on their pets.” She tugged at my arm and pulled me to a sitting position and I started to grumble something groggy and confused. “Also pets don’t talk.” She put her pointer finger over my lips and sat down in her usual spot on the other side of the couch.” 

I was extremely turned on and excited to find out what was about to happen. “Take off your clothes please and fold them in a nice little pile. Don’t just leave them all messy on the floor.” As she said this she was fiddling with the remote and looking across the room at the TV. 

I did as I was told and was about to sit next to her on the couch when I heard the opening segment of a cooking show that she liked to watch when she didn’t feel like getting too invested in anything. “No pets on the furniture please. This couch has seen enough. You know better than that. Sit on the floor like a good boy.” 

I must have looked so small and dumbfounded but my naked penis, cold and on display, reacted immediately to these new rules. I sat on the floor in front of the couch, facing her at first. “Don’t just stare at me baby. You’re making me feel awkward. Turn around and watch the show with me. Here’s a pillow for your cold little butt.” 

I complied with her wishes and sat on the pillow. Wearing nothing but the collar I faced the TV and folded my hands in my lap. Several minutes passed as I wondered where this was going. Are we going to watch a whole episode like this? Is she planning to watch more than one? Is she going to just fall asleep and leave me here on the floor? 

As if she heard my every thought, she yawned loudly just as this last question was sounding through my inner dialogue. I heard a shuffling and the show was paused. 

“I’ve gotta pee and I need you to come hold my hand please.”

I turned to face her and noticed that she was holding a thin silver-chained leash with a small, black leather loop for a handle. She was smiling down at me as if proud of how good I was being. She stood up and I started to stand to meet her. “No baby. You stay on all fours.” Her sweet tone again. She bent down and clicked the leash into place at the ring hanging at the front of my neck. “I’ll walk slow so you can keep up. Pets on all fours unless doing chores. It rhymes so it should be easy enough to remember.” 

With that we started out of the living room and toward the kitchen, my knees shuffling along the cold hardwood floor. She walked slowly beside me at first, allowing me to get accustomed to this new way of getting around. I felt beneath her in every way. She owned me. I belonged to her and as these feelings were settling in my mind, I came to the sudden realization that this was perfectly acceptable to me. She was a wonderful woman and though I’d typically dated women who were more or less happy to let me take the lead in most situations, I found myself perfectly content to let this one have the literal reins. She was intelligent, beautiful, caring, and kind and I trusted her to have my best interests at heart. This is where I belong. At the feet of this spooky goddess. 

All of these epiphanies washed over me as we rounded the kitchen island and by now my cock was no longer hanging downwards as it had been when we began our trip towards the bathroom. It pushed stiffly into the flesh of my stomach as I shuffled awkwardly beside my woman, and I could feel the cold of my excitement leaking against myself. This did not go unnoticed. 

“I’m glad you're enjoying this baby because I love looking down at you like this. You have such a nice little butt and I don’t think I tell you that often enough.” She stopped walking and shifted the small leather handle of the leash from one hand to the other. I stopped my crawl and she bent down and adjusted my chain. Where before it had been hanging limply from her hand to the back of my neck, she now threaded it down my chest and between my legs. The cold chain pulled taught against my gut, she looped it once around the base of my erection, leaving just enough length to draw a slackless straight line to her hand without hurting me. “That’s better. I think you should lead the way. I like watching your little ass from up here.” She gave a swift, playful slap across my right cheek and giggled as she shook the chain from side to side so as to indicate through the jangling and the swaying of my anatomy that it was time to crawl again.

With this new positioning of the leash, I could feel the cold tug against my cock with every movement forward, and after making a few feet of progress down the hall and towards the bathroom she stopped abruptly and without warning as to cause the leash to pull my imprisoned manhood straight downwards between my legs. This pressure alone was nearly enough to bring me to orgasm. I moaned and stopped in my tracks, looking underneath me and seeing the silken thread of precum hanging from my tip and shaking in the chill air between myself and the floor.

“Oh my goodness. Someone is very excited! We will have to clean that up on our way back won’t we?” She began forward again, affording me the slack needed to resume comfortably and we made it finally to the bathroom. 

Once inside she put the handle of the leash up to my mouth and without words I knew to take it between my teeth. She removed her robe and hung it on the hook at the top of the door as I sat awkwardly on my feet. My leaking penis jutting straight out in front of me. The chain still looped once around the base, I must have been a subservient sight. Holding my arousal out in front of myself in the chill of the evening, to be seen and judged, raised upward by the leash held firmly in my own mouth.  Beneath the robe she was wearing loose fitting white panties and no bra. I looked up at her wonderful body and she beamed her beautiful smile as she slid her panties slowly down her legs, stepped out of them, and laid them gently over my erection. 

“You look silly with your little tent you've pitched down there. I figured you may be a little cold though.”

She sat on the toilet beside me and held her left hand out in the air, making an upwards grabbing motion and clearing her throat. I placed my right hand in her left and she smiled approvingly as I heard her begin to take her pee. “You’re being a very good boy right now. I hope you know that.” I beamed up at her, the leather between my teeth, awash with pride at being praised like this. I truly would do anything to please this person, and if she was willing to be this kinky with me out of the blue, I could only look forward with curious arousal at what we might get up to in the coming days, weeks, and months. I never wanted us to end. There will never be another woman for me. She was one of a kind and I watched her face in newfound admiration as she relieved herself. 

She finished and let go of my hand to reach out for some tissue before noticing how little was left on the roll. I saw the corner of her mouth tilt slightly upwards in a sly smile as if she’d just had an amusing idea. “There’s not much left my love and I don’t much feel like running straight out to the store in the morning. Besides, you may need it yourself and I’d hate to leave you without.” She took the leash from my mouth and used it to pull me gently toward herself as she scooted forward on the seat, grinning slyly as I understood what she was asking of me. “It’s just a couple little tiny drops darling. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind at all. In this moment I loved every inch of this person and would have used my mouth in any way she might have asked. I leaned forward, taking care to disguise my enthusiasm just a bit. I feigned a little hesitation before putting my bottom lip against her and slowly working my tongue upward a few times. I could sense a building warmth of arousal in her, the sweet scent that comes with it, and the faint taste of her urine was not unpleasant as I thought it might be. When I was sure that she was clean I made one final pass for good measure and then gave a quick kiss before relaxing backwards and smiling shyly at her proud face. “Good boy. You’re well on your way to a treat.” She reached down to take her panties from my proud penis and surprised me with a swift flick of her finger against my shaft. I moaned softly at the impact and was flooded with arousal at her teasing me like this.

On the way back toward the living room we stopped at the small droplet I’d left in the hallway. “You know what to do.”, she said in a playfully stern and motherly tone. She was right. I did know what to do, and as I leaned downwards to lick my mess from the floor she leaned over and gave a few gentle pats to my raised ass. “We might have to get you a nice fluffy tail soon.” She took a handful of ass and squeezed. Letting her nails dig in just enough to leave a faint impression and then gave me one swift smack that caused a surprised gasp from me against the floor. “I think you would look just so adorable with a tail. We can find something with a small little plug for you. Just big enough to stay in there.” 

Once back to where this whole adventure started, she took her place on the couch and I on the floor. My collar still leashed to her wrist, she looked down on me with a smug smile as she hiked her robe up above her waist, adjusted herself to the edge of her seat, and spread her knees. “Come give me kisses.” She leaned downward toward me and pulled slowly at my leash and I couldn’t help myself from noticing the small darkened spot at the front of her panties. What I thought might be a long and passionate kiss played out to be a quick peck. “That’s cute baby but not at all what I meant.” 

She pushed my face downward into the warmth of her thighs and scooted herself further forward, pressing the damp cloth of her crotch against my mouth. I could smell her arousal, the scent intoxicating to me, and I began to softly kiss the thin fabric between myself and the most wonderful thing in my world. “Mmmhmm.” She moaned softly with approval. Both hands laced through my hair at the sides of my neck. Scratching my scalp softly and writhing her hips in a slow circular motion.

I kissed as if it were her mouth. A few slow and passionate with my lips pursed, and then soft pushes from my tongue, the damp no longer such a small spot against the white. “Make me cum in your mouth and I’ll let you have your treat baby.” She slipped her left hand from the back of my neck downwards to pull her panties aside and used the other to pull my mouth into that gorgeous, glistening pussy. 

I’d been here before and I’d never forgotten it. I’d always loved pleasing a woman in this way. But hers was different.  She had by leaps and bounds my favorite taste. My favorite smell. I was truly obsessed with this magical thing between her legs, and I worked my tongue enthusiastically, deliberate lapping from the bottom upwards, applying pressure where I knew it was called for, and slowing now and then to kiss soflty around her mound and outer  labia. I knew what she wanted and I knew if I took my time, it wouldn’t be long before she told me. I wanted to be told…ordered what to do.

“Suck it.” she half whispered. “Suck it for me and make me cum like a good boy.” My cock swelled with pleasure at the order. I was being used. A servant. A means of delivering something that she needed and I was lucky to be given the privilege. Any man in the world should be happy to have his face buried in this woman. I wasted no time. 

Her breathing and my own ramping into animalism. Her delighted moan as I took her glorious clitoris between my lips and did as I was told,  occasionally swiping my tongue, behind my lips, from left to right against her. I knew she wouldn’t last thirty seconds. 

“Ooooh fuck! Taste it baby. Taste my cum.” A flood of her pleasure leaked into my eager mouth before she pushed me backwards and tightened her legs against my neck. She shuddered, her body stiff with the spasms of a job well done. 

When she released her legs I sat backwards on the balls of my feat and looked lovingly and proudly up at her tired face. “Good boy. Very good boy.” Cooing as you would to a dog or a child.  She pulled her robe closed and composed herself, adjusting the panties back into place and pushing her little tufts of hair back behind her ears. “You can have your treat as promised. I’ll be right back ok?” 

She kissed my forehead as she walked past me and down the hall towards the bedroom. I’d been erect for maybe an hour at this point and was desperately hoping that my treat would be a release. I was quite happy to see what was in her hand when she returned to stand over me. 

“For being such a good little pet, you have my permission to lay flat on your back and play with yourself.” She handed me the bottle of massage oil. “Take your time and don’t cum until I say so. I have a surprise for the big finale.” 

This was it? This was my treat? I’m allowed to play with myself but she’s not even going to touch me? “I’m gonna go have a cigarette baby. You should get started without me.”

I laid flat on my back against the cold wooden floor as I watched her gather her coat and slippers. “Look straight up at ceiling baby. I can feel you watching me.” She tucked the pillow that I’d sat on under my head. She cared. She loved me. 

   I applied a few pumps from the bottle and the cold oil dripped down from the mushroom of my modest dick as I started carefully to follow instructions. I was so turned on at this whole experience that I could have brought myself to orgasm with three strokes and by the time I heard the door open and her coming back inside, I had taken several breaks to keep from exploding without permission. 

I wondered what she had in mind. What finale was she talking about? Expecting her to join me on the floor, I worked my hand slowly up and down my neglected cock, staring straight upwards at the ceiling as she had asked. “No talking but you can nod your head for me.” I heard her sit back on the couch and settle into her corner. “Are you getting close?” I nodded. “Would you like to cum?” I nodded again. I heard the heartbreaking clicking of the buttons on the remote and the show from earlier began playing again. “Well I kinda like seeing you from this angle. Play with yourself a little longer for me. You look so cute and silly down there.” she giggled “Tuggin on your lil guy.” 

I felt like entertainment to her. Not just entertainment, but something only mildly amusing. Something to look over at now and then while you share your attention with something else. A cooking show. I felt small and exposed and laying there, edging my reddening oily cock for her, I was all over again awash with admiration for this rare and wonderful woman. This is the natural order of things. She is my better and I am just a naked little man on the floor. Doing whatever he’s told. 

This went on until the end of the episode. Twenty minutes of the ceiling. Twenty minutes of stopping myself right at the edge. Resuming when it’s safe to do so without cumming. Twenty minutes of wondering if she’s looking at the screen or the man on the floor with his cock in his hand. Finally I hear the credits and I’m wondering how I could possibly hold out any longer when I feel her stand and walk to me. 

“Ok baby. I’m sure you could cum at any time now if I let you?” She stood over me, one foot on each side of my waist, looking down with an amused grin. I shook my head. “Ok good!” She undid the robe once more and tossed it to the couch. “I have a condition but I think you’ll like it.” She put her hands at her waist and peeled her panties down around her hips and to the floor. “I want you to come to associate this with your orgasm. While the collar is on, there is not one without the other. They are one and the same.” 

She rotated herself to face my feet and stood over my chest. There was no ceiling anymore. There was only her wonderful body. Her perfect, pale womanhood right above my face. She squatted and lowered herself to me and once again the scent of all we’d done washed over me and shook me with a wave of animalistic desire. 

“Eat my ass while you make yourself cum for me. And not a drop until it’s really in there. I want that tongue to be inside me while you let it out.”

She settled onto my open mouth and arched her hips backward, pulling her cheeks apart for me. “ I know you’ve dreamed of doing this darling. Don’t pretend you haven’t.” She dropped her hands from her ass, learned forward slightly and pulled the chain tight, leaving no wiggle room between my tired tongue and the most private area of her anatomy. Endorphins flooded my everything as I drew a heavy breath, opened my jaw wide, and did what only good boys are allowed to do. 

It was a while before I wore the collar again. Weeks in fact. It got mentioned now and then. Playfully at times and other times as a threat but she must have known that this was no true punishment. That I loved the way it made me feel. The way it put me in my place. 

“Don’t ask for it. It ruins the whole idea of the thing.”

Life went on as normal. Our relationship progressed and we grew closer. Date nights and nights in. Both of us busy with work and wishing we had more time together.

I tried to find ways to show her that I wanted to be her’s. That I was here to help. A comfort. Someone to keep around. Someone she could depend on. I cooked for her and kept her kitchen clean. Once she mentioned that her shower was dirtier than before I started using it and so I scrubbed it while she was at work. I brought her flowers periodically and was always more than happy to buy us a meal when neither of us felt up to cooking.

Things were mostly wonderful. She filled my lonely life with something I very much needed. 

But nothing is perfect. She didn’t do well with conflict of any kind. I’ve truly tried my best to handle any grievances in the most adult way but I stumbled here and there. Bottled up some feelings until they drunkenly fell out of of my mouth in the most childish, teenager-in-love type of tantrum.

This never went well. And it shouldn’t have. I was supposed to be a grown man and it served me right to be given the cold shoulder for mishandling my feelings. She had very little patience for any type of drama within the relationship and I would always find myself having to slowly earn her trust all over again when I behaved this way. 

Over time I hoped that she at least saw some improvement from my end. Slow as it may have been. She would always come around and forgive me eventually and I think she knew that I would always be there sorry when she did. 

Her “recovery time” for lack of better phrasing became shorter throughout. Where once she’d ignore me for a week she began to give me some communication within a day or two. Maybe not affectionate but better than silence and we would work our way steadily back to where we were before I lost my cool. 

But that’s not why we read this type of thing is it? I suppose that’s the difference between a situation where there’s love involved and pure, horny, unrealistic fantasy. There’s a relationship at the center of it all. Otherwise it’s just a single serving production. Self-indulgent. Cringeworthy. 

The collar returned on what could have easily been a very bad night. 

She’d had an awful day at work and I knew that I’d better be a little extra careful on an evening like this. She was frustrated and fussy and it was my role to bring her mood up if I could. This was something I prided myself in. I was always so fulfilled if I could make her happy after a bad day.

We’d had a few drinks and I knew she wouldn’t be awake much longer. She hadn’t eaten and this was a problem. Drinking on an empty stomach almost always spelled disaster in the morning and she had to go right back to that job that had ruined her mood in the first place. 

I went into caretaker mode and rifled through the cupboards and the fridge, looking for something quick and easy, and settled on a bag of frozen pasta.

While eating I noticed that she’d taken maybe two bites before pushing the bowl away from herself. She didn’t like it and she told me so.

“I wish you could just eat it anyway. At least half of it. You need something in your stomach before bed.” There was just a tad too much annoyance in my tone and I regretted it immediately.

This was the wrong thing to say and the wrong way to say it. I saw the fire in her eyes and knew I’d stepped in something. 

“I’m sorry.”

It was too late. She’d go to bed angry or ask me to leave altogether. I’d been here before and damage control was nearly impossible when she was like this. 

She got up and stomped outside for a cigarette while I began to tidy the kitchen and collect my things. She took her time outside and when finally she came back in I was zipping up my backpack and trying to avoid her angry gaze. 

“Oh so you’re just going to leave?” She killed my spirit with her stern eyes. “This is why we never figure anything out you know?” Her hands were on her hips. “I’m sorry for overreacting and being difficult but we’re never going to get over our problems if we just ignore them.”

I was stuck for a moment. Not sure of what to do. We rarely had constructive conversations when we’d been drinking. I really thought that it was for the best if I just went home for the night but it was clear in the moment that this was not what she wanted. 

“If you’re not going to say anything then you might as well be a pet tonight.” 

This was her apology. This was her making it up to me. 

“Now you can leave or you can take those stupid clothes off and wait on the floor.” 

She stomped past me and down the hall towards her bedroom as I decided on the second option. When she returned with the collar in hand I was naked and on my knees with my arms crossed behind my back. My clothes folded in a neat pile against the wall. She was beaming as she slipped the leather around my neck and fastened the buckle. The chain remained in her hand and she didn’t bother to fasten it to the ring. Instead she drew the chain up into the air and swung it half-heartedly against my ass before tossing it onto the pile of my folded clothes. It didn’t hurt and she didn’t mean it to. She giggled a little. Her mood had come around after all.

“No talking from you but you already know that. Stand up and finish what you started in the kitchen. You can throw that pasta in the trash. Thank you for cooking but you know I’m picky about what I eat.” 

I stood and got straight to work as she walked past me to the couch. I emptied the clean dishes from the washer and put them where I knew they belonged. I’d learned the particulars of her organization over time. She’d always pointed out when something was where it shouldn’t be. Naked in my chores I was starting to grow below the waist a bit. Dishes are far more fun when you’re being ordered to do them by a stern and sexy woman. 

She got up and walked about the house a bit while I cleaned and more than once I caught a mischievous smile as she walked past. Pure satisfaction at my obedience. 

I scraped the pasta into the trash and was bending over to put the bowl on the bottom rack of the washer when I felt her approach behind me.

“Good boy.” She purred. “Stay just like that for a moment and don’t turn around.” I heard the pumping of a bottle and I knew the bottle well. “Back up a bit. On your knees. Ass up.” She said it sweetly and cheerfully as you might instruct a child into position for a haircut. 

I arranged myself accordingly and my cock lept to attention the very moment her fingers, cold and wet with the oil, began to circle and push against my asshole. I backed instinctively against her hand. Almost involuntary. Like a cat behaves while being pet after far too long. 

“Oh you liiike this.” She sounded delighted as she stretched the word. “You waaant me to play with your butt.” She giggled like a child. “Myyyy butt.” She slipped a finger in to the knuckle and wiggled it. Chuckling to herself.  

She bent at the waist and whispered into my ear. Her finger swirling inside me. 

“I bought you something the other day.” She pushed the finger into me as far as it could go as I moaned at the violation. “You always get me flowers so I wanted to reciprocate.” She removed her finger slowly from my body and I heard the bottom drawer of the kitchen island slide open. 

As I’ve mentioned I was pretty familiar with the contents of the drawers and cupboards and I’d earlier noticed a small black cardboard box in the corner of this particular drawer. I’d been curious but wasn’t one to snoop around. 

I heard the box being set on the kitchen island. Heard the cardboard friction of the lid being lifted. I lowered my head and tucked my chin to look between my legs but all I could see were her own legs. Naked at least to the knees. Sometime in my cleaning duties she’d taken her pants off. 

“This is the smallest plug they had. I’d never want to hurt you. I hope you know that.” I heard the pumping of the bottle again and watched between my legs as she closed in. One hand pulling my left cheek to the side while the other brought a silver metal plug to rest against my hole. She twisted it slowly at first before starting to push it into me.

It didn’t hurt. I was well lubricated and it wasn’t all that large. She pushed slowly and steadily and I felt it settle into place as she gave it a final little twist and then drummed at the base a few times with her fingers. My cock surged at the sensation. The vibrations rippling in a straight line to my penis. As if this metal coin were a button she could push to make me cum. That wasn’t far from the truth. 

“I know you would thank me if you were allowed to speak so you’re welcome.” She smacked me hard across my right ass cheek and went to the sink to wash her hands.

“Finish with the dishes and then take the trash out please. It will need to be taken to the curb as well. Tomorrow is pickup day.”

I stood and gave her a look that asked wordlessly for sympathy. She had nosy neighbors. One of them particularly so. Someone will see me. I could be arrested. I couldn’t possibly take the trash to the curb wearing only the collar and the plug. 

She read my face and my mind both.

“You can wear the robe baby. The leopard print will do. If someone sees the collar they see the collar. At least they won’t see the plug or your lil guy.” She patted my cock underhand a few times as she said this last part. 

This was the robe that started it all. Anytime she’d wear it, I’d be reliving that first wonderful night in my mind. The night I’d first been given the collar. It was thoughtful of her to loan it to me. To cover my predicament for the short journey to the curb and back. 

Every step was a reminder of the foreign object inside my ass. It shifted around as I walked. It sent messages straight to my brain and my manhood.

She put it there. 

She wants it there. 

She didn’t ask me for my opinion. 

It will stay there until she decides it be removed. 

After taking the trash without incident I came back inside and removed the robe after closing the door. All shades in the house were drawn. Out there I was a loving boyfriend. In here, at least while the collar was on, I was a pet. 

I went into the kitchen and put a pod into the washer. Started the cycle. I surveyed my surroundings. The room was spotless. I looked over at her. She was wearing only a white baggy shirt and a simple pair of black panties.  Comfortable in her corner of the couch. Phone in hand. A smile on her beautiful face. She was stunning. I’ve never been more attracted to anyone. It was a chemical attraction. Programming. No supermodel on the planet could ever have my attention like she does. 

“All fours unless doing chores.” She reminded in a singsong tone. I made myself so and just after I did I heard a light knock at the front door and then shortly after a car starting and pulling away. 

“That was fast! Maybe the fastest ever.” She was happy about something. Her mood is my mood and so I was happy in turn.

“You can stand while you open the door and grab my food but as soon as the door is closed again I want you to crawl it to me. Bag in mouth like a good lil puppers.” She snickered. Pleased with herself and knowing she was doing favors for me in a teasing way. I love it when she bosses me. I can think of nothing more arousing than serving this woman in this demeaning fashion. 

I did as I was told and when I reached the foot of the couch I smiled through my teeth behind the paper bag. Sitting back on my ankles with my palms on the floor and my hard cock jutting out in front of me. Leaking at the evening’s events. Proud of my obedience. If I had a tail it would have wagged. 

“Good boy.” She patted my head as she walked past me toward the kitchen. She left the bag in my teeth until she had her paper towel and her silverware situated on the little table in front of her. Then she took the bag from my mouth, set it on the table, and slid her panties down and around her feet before draping them over my erection like she’d done all those weeks before. In the bathroom…when I’d cleaned her after her pee. 

“Now!” she opened the bag and brought out her bowl of pho. “I eat pho and you eat me.” She pointed playfully at her wonderful pussy as if I didn’t know what she meant. I wanted nothing more.

I got into position, chin resting against the front of the cushion as she scooted herself toward my eager tongue. She hadn’t shaved in a few days and she’d grown just the faintest little bush. This drove me wild with arousal. Why should she groom herself for a man? She’s so much better than us. Her body wonderful as it is. I started lapping very slowly. Wetting the hairs. Tasting her as if she were a precious delicacy. Something to be savored. 

She scooted the table a little closer to herself so that I was completely underneath it. I heard her pushing at the buttons of the remote. Choosing something to watch while she ate. While I ate. 

“Take your time down there baby. I don’t want to cum. I just want little tongue pets from my little tongue pet while I enjoy my soup.” 

If there’s any greater honor in the world, I’m not sure what it is. I lapped slowly and carefully. Kissing softly here and there. Listening to the television behind me and the occasional slurping of a noodle into my mistress’ mouth. I was in a state of subordinate ecstasy. Completely content in my role of worshiper. 

This is life worth living. 

These are the memories that no pornography could ever compete with. The plug in my ass the perfect touch. I lived in the moment. Wished that it would last forever. 

When she finished eating she pushed the table away and paused the show. She looked down at me, still slowly licking away at my favorite thing in the world. She smiled down at me. Lovingly. The only word for her expression. 

“You really are such a good boy. A good man.” She ran her fingers gently through my hair and I lapped just a little faster. Breathed just a little harder at her praising of me.

“I want to cum now but not like this. You can have yours too if you can give me what I need.” She patted the top of my head and scooted herself away from my mouth. 

“You can lay on the couch because you’ve been so good to me tonight. Flat on your back. Head right here.” She patted the cushion.  She stood and plucked her panties from my penis as I got onto the couch. I laid exactly where instructed and stared up at the ceiling. She leaned over me, reached above my line of sight and tugged the panties gently down over my head, tucking the elastic of the waistband just below my nose. A blindfold of sorts though I could see faintly through the fabric. I could smell the work of her day and her perfect sweat in the cotton. She laughed perfomatively. Pronouncing it.

“Heeheeheehee”

I must have looked ridiculous.

“I’ll be right back.” 

When she returned I heard her shuffling above my head. Plugging something into a socket. I knew what it was of course. Then she climbed over top of my face. Swung her legs forcefully over the arm of the couch and placed her feet against the wall above my head. 

“Bring your your arms up here please. I need you to hold this.” 

We were in an awkward position and it took some squirming and adjusting to get comfortably into place. My arms wrapped around her thighs and up in the air, holding the wand out in front of her pussy. Her own arms stretched backwards on either side of my waist. Her beautiful asshole, just faintly visible through the fabric of my humiliating blindfold, hovering just above my face. 

“Ok turn it on the lower setting. Let it hang by the chord in front of me. This thing can be way too intense so I’ll push against it as I please.” Her stern voice. My cock pulsed at the tone of her instruction as she positioned my hands where she wanted them. I flipped the switch and heard the electric hum as she lowered her ass to my face and shifted some of the strain of her weight off of her arms and onto my open jaw. 

Her body reacted immediately to the attention at both holes. Breathing dramatically and cooing in pleasure. 

“Get that tongue in there baby. You know you love it.”

She moaned and rocked a little. Bumping herself gently against the wand and causing it to swing away from her and back to her at the rhythm of her choice. 

Her arms shaking at the waves of sensation, I wriggled my tongue. Made it as stiff as I could and pushed it around her. Looking for the angle of least resistance. 

“Yes!” she shouted. “Uuuuh taste me. Taste my ass.” Her voice a light-breathed whisper. 

She had always been quick. She was already getting close. My tongue found the angle. Broke the seal and worked its way wetly maybe a half inch inside her. 

I couldn’t tell you when but I’d started pushing my butt downwards against the couch. Pushing against the plug and massaging my prostate as I humped awkwardly at the air. My hard cock swaying uselessly around. I could feel the cold of precum swinging and dangling against my belly. 

“Yes! Yes!” Her breath building toward climax as she rocked rhythmically against my tongue and the wand both. 

I couldn’t hold out as long as she. Her taste was too much for me. Too bold a reminder of my place in her life. Of the last time I’d been allowed to cum with the collar on. I pushed against the cushion of the couch and humped stupidly at the air. I thought of the difference between her asshole and my own. Mine violated without asking. Her’s worshipped by her servant’s mouth. 

I built steadily and with embarrassment toward the inevitable and soon found myself cumming hands free all over my stomach. Ruined in a way by having my hands busy with her pleasure. Unable to stroke myself through the waves. 

My moaning betrayed what had happened and she laughed to herself in the midst of her own ecstatic breathing. My arms tiring from holding the chord in the air.  

“I knew you loved this taste you perv!” She leaned to the left and slapped the side of my ass with her right hand. My dick slowly receding and pushing the last of my spunk onto my cold belly.  

“While the collar is on, you can only…oooh” She pushed against the wand “..cum with your tongue..” she moaned deep and lost her words for a moment. Her legs tightened and my tongue stiffened for her and worked its way just a little further in. “..where it belongs!”

Her asshole tightened around my taste buds and pushed me out of her.  All the muscles of her body tensed as she let out a stuttering moan and I felt the warm damp of her squirt spray across the fabric of her panties on my forehead. 

She relaxed and let herself fall backwards against my body as she caught her breath. Her perfect ass resting against my chest. Her hair laying in the mess I’d made on my stomach. The wand vibrating uselessly beside me.

I turned it off and held the sides of her smooth legs. Kissed one of them tenderly at the calf.  

She shifted a bit and turned her head to the side to face my tired, flaccid penis. “Poor guy.” She kissed it. “Got too excited for his own good.” She giggled as she shook me in her hand and let out one last sigh of exasperation. 

“I guess you’ll have to wash my hair before we get that thing out of your ass.” She sat up and drew my head upwards towards her. She giggled once more and laced her fingers through the hair above my ears, looking adoringly into me. She scratched softly at my scalp as you would for a loved family dog. 

I’d never felt more lucky a man in my life as a looked into her amazing eyes.

What a woman. 

Why me? 

She’s too good for me. 

“I think the collar stays on tonight. If you can’t talk without getting snippy then why talk at all?”

She tugged the panties off of my head and patted me softly and lovingly on the cheek. 

“I think we might just work out after all.”

She wadded them and pushed them easily  into my open and astonished mouth. 

“Let’s have a shower before bed.”

She kissed my forehead and I loved her. 

She lifted herself slowly from my face and turned to sit on her knees beside me. My back against the cold floor, still shivering from the intensity of the orgasm. She brought her cupped hand to my cheek and wiped my mess across the right side of my short, stubbly beard while she leaned down to give me a quick kiss on my forehead.

“I love you very much dear.” Her fingers undoing the clasp of the collar as she spoke in her upper pitched and overly sweet tone that she chose sometimes. “I love what we have together and I want everything to continue as it’s been going. This is just a mood that takes over me sometimes.” She stood up and found her robe on the arm of the couch before walking to the kitchen in the next room. I heard the faucet run for a few seconds. 

“I need you to know that I see you as my equal and love it when you take charge and I would never want that to stop happening.” She returned with a warm damp towel and handed it to me as I sat up, my eyes level with her knees, and looked up at her beautiful smiling face. “But I got the feeling that you liked what just happened very much. Maybe even a little more than I did. So let’s just keep on loving each other as usual, and you’ll know when I’m in this mood again when I hand you the collar?”

About two hours earlier, I had been asleep on the couch. Or rather I’d been trying to get back to sleep after having another sex dream about the woman who was asleep in her bed at the end of the hall. 

I’d been seeing her for about nine months but I’d known thirty minutes into our first date that she was a person I could very easily fall completely in love with. We got along amazingly well and shared an almost spooky amount of interests in common.

She was a complicated woman, and over the course of the next few months I would learn that if I ever wanted a lasting relationship with this person, which I very much did, I would need to take every caution to respect her boundaries and show her in every way that she is cared for.

She’d mentioned a traumatic event that she wasn’t keen on talking about. Some discomfort from long before I’d met her, and although we’d had some perfectly good drunken sex on a few occasions, there had also been some awkwardness in the bedroom more than once, and I often felt it was only right to be a gentleman. To give her the space that she needs to feel safe, I’d sometimes kiss her goodnight and head off to the living room to sleep on the couch. 

This was one of those nights and I was just rolling over to cuddle the pillow that smelled of her hair when I heard a door creak open and the sound of her bare feet walking softly down the hallway. The steps quiet and careful as not to startle me, she came to stand next to the couch and reached down to squeeze my shoulder gently. 

“I’m sorry to wake you baby but I have an idea that might help us and I think I need to act on it while I have the courage.” She sat on the couch next to my waist and just as I noticed that she had something in her hands, she reached towards my neck and started to fasten a thin black collar with a silver ring hanging from the front. 

I’d noticed on a couple occasions that after a certain amount of drinks, there was a side of her that very much liked to be in charge and tell me what to do, and I’d often suspected that she could dominate a bedroom and take great pleasure in doing so. There was an aura about her that said “I know that I’m a little crazy, and if you want to be involved with me, you will keep me happy and deal with my quirks and you will like it.”  

I was seeing this hunch prove itself as she changed her tone entirely. “I’ve always thought it’s VERY tacky when people put clothes on their pets.” She tugged at my arm and pulled me to a sitting position and I started to grumble something groggy and confused. “Also pets don’t talk.” She put her pointer finger over my lips and sat down in her usual spot on the other side of the couch.” 

I was extremely turned on and excited to find out what was about to happen. “Take off your clothes please and fold them in a nice little pile. Don’t just leave them all messy on the floor.” As she said this she was fiddling with the remote and looking across the room at the TV. 

I did as I was told and was about to sit next to her on the couch when I heard the opening segment of a cooking show that she liked to watch when she didn’t feel like getting too invested in anything. “No pets on the furniture please. This couch has seen enough. You know better than that. Sit on the floor like a good boy.” 

I must have looked so small and dumbfounded but my naked penis, cold and on display, reacted immediately to these new rules. I sat on the floor in front of the couch, facing her at first. “Don’t just stare at me baby. You’re making me feel awkward. Turn around and watch the show with me. Here’s a pillow for your cold little butt.” 

I complied with her wishes and sat on the pillow. Wearing nothing but the collar I faced the TV and folded my hands in my lap. Several minutes passed as I wondered where this was going. Are we going to watch a whole episode like this? Is she planning to watch more than one? Is she going to just fall asleep and leave me here on the floor? 

As if she heard my every thought, she yawned loudly just as this last question was sounding through my inner dialogue. I heard a shuffling and the show was paused. “I’ve gotta pee and I need you to come hold my hand please.”

I turned to face her and noticed that she was holding a thin silver-chained leash with a small, black leather loop for a handle. She was smiling down at me as if proud of how good I was being. She stood up and I started to stand to meet her. “No baby. You stay on all fours.” Her sweet tone again. She bent down and clicked the leash into place at the ring hanging at the front of my neck. “I’ll walk slow so you can keep up. Pets on all fours unless doing chores. It rhymes so it should be easy enough to remember.” 

With that we started out of the living room and toward the kitchen, my knees shuffling along the cold hardwood floor. She walked slowly beside me at first, allowing me to get accustomed to this new way of getting around. I felt beneath her in every way. She owned me. I belonged to her and as these feelings were settling in my mind, I came to the sudden realization that this was perfectly acceptable to me. She was a wonderful woman and though I’d typically dated women who were more or less happy to let me take the lead in most situations, I found myself perfectly content to let this one have the literal reins. She was intelligent, beautiful, caring, and kind and I trusted her to have my best interests at heart. This is where I belong. At the feet of this spooky goddess. 

All of these epiphanies washed over me as we rounded the kitchen island and by now my cock was no longer hanging downwards as it had been when we began our trip towards the bathroom. It pushed stiffly into the flesh of my stomach as I shuffled awkwardly beside my woman, and I could feel the cold of my excitement leaking against myself. This did not go unnoticed. 

“I’m glad you're enjoying this baby because I love looking down at you like this. You have such a nice little butt and I don’t think I tell you that often enough.” She stopped walking and shifted the small leather handle of the leash from one hand to the other. I stopped my crawl and she bent down and adjusted my chain. Where before it had been hanging limply from her hand to the back of my neck, she now threaded it down my chest and between my legs. The cold chain pulled taught against my gut, she looped it once around the base of my erection, leaving just enough length to draw a slackless straight line to her hand without hurting me. “That’s better. I think you should lead the way. I like watching your little ass from up here.” She gave a swift, playful slap across my right cheek and giggled as she shook the chain from side to side so as to indicate through the jangling and the swaying of my anatomy that it was time to crawl again. 

With this new positioning of the leash, I could feel the cold tug against my cock with every movement forward, and after making a few feet of progress down the hall and towards the bathroom she stopped abruptly and without warning as to cause the leash to pull my imprisoned manhood straight downwards between my legs. This pressure alone was nearly enough to bring me to orgasm. I moaned and stopped in my tracks, looking underneath me and seeing the silken thread of precum hanging from my tip and shaking in the chill air between myself and the floor.

“Oh my goodness. Someone is very excited! We will have to clean that up on our way back won’t we?” She began forward again, affording me the slack needed to resume comfortably and we made it finally to the bathroom. 

Once inside she put the handle of the leash up to my mouth and without words I knew to take it between my teeth. She removed her robe and hung it on the hook at the top of the door as I sat awkwardly on my feet. My leaking penis jutting straight out in front of me. The chain still looped once around the base, I must have been a subservient sight. Holding my arousal out in front of myself in the chill of the evening, to be seen and judged, raised upward by the leash held firmly in my own mouth.  Beneath the robe she was wearing loose fitting white panties and no bra. I looked up at her wonderful body and she beamed her beautiful smile as she slid her panties slowly down her legs, stepped out of them, and laid them gently over my erection. “You look silly with your little tent you've pitched down there. I figured you may be a little cold though.”

She sat on the toilet beside me and held her left hand out in the air, making an upwards grabbing motion and clearing her throat. I placed my right hand in her left and she smiled approvingly as I heard her begin to take her pee. “You’re being a very good boy right now. I hope you know that.” I beamed up at her, the leather between my teeth, awash with pride at being praised like this. I truly would do anything to please this person, and if she was willing to be this kinky with me out of the blue, I could only look forward with curious arousal at what we might get up to in the coming days, weeks, and months. I never wanted us to end. There will never be another woman for me. She was one of a kind and I watched her face in newfound admiration as she relieved herself. 

She finished and let go of my hand to reach out for some tissue before noticing how little was left on the roll. I saw the corner of her mouth tilt slightly upwards in a sly smile as if she’d just had an amusing idea. “There’s not much left my love and I don’t much feel like running straight out to the store in the morning. Besides, you may need it yourself and I’d hate to leave you without.” She took the leash from my mouth and used it to pull me gently toward herself as she scooted forward on the seat, grinning slyly as I understood what she was asking of me. “It’s just a couple little tiny drops darling. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind at all. In this moment I loved every inch of this person and would have used my mouth in any way she might have asked. I leaned forward, taking care to disguise my enthusiasm just a bit. I feigned a little hesitation before putting my bottom lip against her and slowly working my tongue upward a few times. I could sense a building warmth of arousal in her, the sweet scent that comes with it, and the faint taste of her urine was not unpleasant as I thought it might be. When I was sure that she was clean I made one final pass for good measure and then gave a quick kiss before relaxing backwards and smiling shyly at her proud face. “Good boy. You’re well on your way to a treat.” She reached down to take her panties from my proud penis and surprised me with a swift flick of her finger against my shaft. I moaned softly at the impact and was flooded with arousal at her teasing me like this.

On the way back toward the living room we stopped at the small droplet I’d left in the hallway. “You know what to do.”, she said in a playfully stern and motherly tone. She was right. I did know what to do, and as I leaned downwards to lick my mess from the floor she leaned over and gave a few gentle pats to my raised ass. “We might have to get you a nice fluffy tail soon.” She took a handful of ass and squeezed. Letting her nails dig in just enough to leave a faint impression and then gave me one swift smack that caused a surprised gasp from me against the floor. “I think you would look just so adorable with a tail. We can find something with a small little plug for you. Just big enough to stay in there.” 

Once back to where this whole adventure started, she took her place on the couch and I on the floor. My collar still leashed to her wrist, she looked down on me with a smug smile as she hiked her robe up above her waist, adjusted herself to the edge of her seat, and spread her knees. “Come give me kisses.” She leaned downward toward me and pulled slowly at my leash and I couldn’t help myself from noticing the small darkened spot at the front of her panties. What I thought might be a long and passionate kiss played out to be a quick peck. “That’s cute baby but not at all what I meant.” 

She pushed my face downward into the warmth of her thighs and scooted herself further forward, pressing the damp cloth of her crotch against my mouth. I could smell her arousal, the scent intoxicating to me, and I began to softly kiss the thin fabric between myself and the most wonderful thing in my world. “Mmmhmm.” She moaned softly with approval. Both hands laced through my hair at the sides of my neck. Scratching my scalp softly and writhing her hips in a slow circular motion.

I kissed as if it were her mouth. A few slow and passionate with my lips pursed, and then soft pushes from my tongue, the damp no longer such a small spot against the white. “Make me cum in your mouth and I’ll let you have your treat baby.” She slipped her left hand from the back of my neck downwards to pull her panties aside and used the other to pull my mouth into that gorgeous, glistening pussy. 

I’d been here before and I’d never forgotten it. I’d always loved pleasing a woman in this way. But hers was different.  She had by leaps and bounds my favorite taste. My favorite smell. I was truly obsessed with this magical thing between her legs, and I worked my tongue enthusiastically, deliberate lapping from the bottom upwards, applying pressure where I knew it was called for, and slowing now and then to kiss soflty around her mound and outer  labia. I knew what she wanted and I knew if I took my time, it wouldn’t be long before she told me. I wanted to be told…ordered what to do.

“Suck it.” she half whispered. “Suck it for me and make me cum like a good boy.” My cock swelled with pleasure at the order. I was being used. A servant. A means of delivering something that she needed and I was lucky to be given the privilege. Any man in the world should be happy to have his face buried in this woman. I wasted no time. 

Her breathing and my own ramping into animalism. Her delighted moan as I took her glorious clitoris between my lips and did as I was told,  occasionally swiping my tongue, behind my lips, from left to right against her. I knew she wouldn’t last thirty seconds. 

“Ooooh fuck! Taste it baby. Taste my cum.” A flood of her pleasure leaked into my eager mouth before she pushed me backwards and tightened her legs against my neck. She shuddered, her body stiff with the spasms of a job well done. 

When she released her legs I sat backwards on the balls of my feat and looked lovingly and proudly up at her tired face. “Good boy. Very good boy.” Cooing as you would to a dog or a child.  She pulled her robe closed and composed herself, adjusting the panties back into place and pushing her little tufts of hair back behind her ears. “You can have your treat as promised. I’ll be right back ok?” 

She kissed my forehead as she walked past me and down the hall towards the bedroom. I’d been erect for maybe an hour at this point and was desperately hoping that my treat would be a release. I was quite happy to see what was in her hand when she returned to stand over me. 

“For being such a good little pet, you have my permission to lay flat on your back and play with yourself.” She handed me the bottle of massage oil. “Take your time and don’t cum until I say so. I have a surprise for the big finale.” 

This was it? This was my treat? I’m allowed to play with myself but she’s not even going to touch me? “I’m gonna go have a cigarette baby. You should get started without me.”

I laid flat on my back against the cold wooden floor as I watched her gather her coat and slippers. “Look straight up at ceiling baby. I can feel you watching me.” She tucked the pillow that I’d sat on under my head. She cared. She loved me. 

   I applied a few pumps from the bottle and the cold oil dripped down from the mushroom of my modest dick as I started carefully to follow instructions. I was so turned on at this whole experience that I could have brought myself to orgasm with three strokes and by the time I heard the door open and her coming back inside, I had taken several breaks to keep from exploding without permission. 

I wondered what she had in mind. What finale was she talking about? Expecting her to join me on the floor, I worked my hand slowly up and down my neglected cock, staring straight upwards at the ceiling as she had asked. “No talking but you can nod your head for me.” I heard her sit back on the couch and settle into her corner. “Are you getting close?” I nodded. “Would you like to cum?” I nodded again. I heard the heartbreaking clicking of the buttons on the remote and the show from earlier began playing again. “Well I kinda like seeing you from this angle. Play with yourself a little longer for me. You look so cute and silly down there.” she giggled “Tuggin on your lil guy.” 

I felt like entertainment to her. Not just entertainment, but something only mildly amusing. Something to look over at now and then while you share your attention with something else. A cooking show. I felt small and exposed and laying there, edging my reddening oily cock for her, I was all over again awash with admiration for this rare and wonderful woman. This is the natural order of things. She is my better and I am just a naked little man on the floor. Doing whatever he’s told. 

This went on until the end of the episode. Twenty minutes of the ceiling. Twenty minutes of stopping myself right at the edge. Resuming when it’s safe to do so without cumming. Twenty minutes of wondering if she’s looking at the screen or the man on the floor with his cock in his hand. Finally I hear the credits and I’m wondering how I could possibly hold out any longer when I feel her stand and walk to me. 

“Ok baby. I’m sure you could cum at any time now if I let you?” She stood over me, one foot on each side of my waist, looking down with an amused grin. I shook my head. “Ok good!” She undid the robe once more and tossed it to the couch. “I have a condition but I think you’ll like it.” She put her hands at her waist and peeled her panties down around her hips and to the floor. “I want you to come to associate this with your orgasm. While the collar is on, there is not one without the other. They are one and the same.” 

She rotated herself to face my feet and stood over my chest. There was no ceiling anymore. There was only her wonderful body. Her perfect, pale womanhood right above my face. She squatted and lowered herself to me and once again the scent of all we’d done washed over me and shook me with a wave of animalistic desire. 

“Eat my ass while you make yourself cum for me. And not a drop until it’s really in there. I want that tongue to be inside me while you let it out.”

She settled onto my open mouth and arched her hips backward, pulling her cheeks apart for me. “ I know you’ve dreamed of doing this darling. Don’t pretend you haven’t.” She dropped her hands from her ass, learned forward slightly and pulled the chain tight, leaving no wiggle room between my tired tongue and the most private area of her anatomy. Endorphins flooded my everything as I drew a heavy breath, opened my jaw wide, and did what only good boys are allowed to do. 

She lifted herself slowly from my face and turned to sit on her knees beside me. My back against the cold floor, still shivering from the intensity of the orgasm. She brought her cupped hand to my cheek and wiped my mess across the right side of my short, stubbly beard while she leaned down to give me a quick kiss on my forehead.

“I love you very much dear.” Her fingers undoing the clasp of the collar as she spoke in her upper pitched and overly sweet tone that she chose sometimes. “I love what we have together and I want everything to continue as it’s been going. This is just a mood that takes over me sometimes.” She stood up and found her robe on the arm of the couch before walking to the kitchen in the next room. I heard the faucet run for a few seconds. 

“I need you to know that I see you as my equal and love it when you take charge and I would never want that to stop happening.” She returned with a warm damp towel and handed it to me as I sat up, my eyes level with her knees, and looked up at her beautiful smiling face. “But I got the feeling that you liked what just happened very much. Maybe even a little more than I did. So let’s just keep on loving each other as usual, and you’ll know when I’m in this mood again when I hand you the collar?”

About two hours earlier, I had been asleep on the couch. Or rather I’d been trying to get back to sleep after having another sex dream about the woman who was asleep in her bed at the end of the hall. 

I’d been seeing her for about nine months but I’d known thirty minutes into our first date that she was a person I could very easily fall completely in love with. We got along amazingly well and shared an almost spooky amount of interests in common.

She was a complicated woman, and over the course of the next few months I would learn that if I ever wanted a lasting relationship with this person, which I very much did, I would need to take every caution to respect her boundaries and show her in every way that she is cared for.

She’d mentioned a traumatic event that she wasn’t keen on talking about. Some discomfort from long before I’d met her, and although we’d had some perfectly good drunken sex on a few occasions, there had also been some awkwardness in the bedroom more than once, and I often felt it was only right to be a gentleman. To give her the space that she needs to feel safe, I’d sometimes kiss her goodnight and head off to the living room to sleep on the couch. 

This was one of those nights and I was just rolling over to cuddle the pillow that smelled of her hair when I heard a door creak open and the sound of her bare feet walking softly down the hallway. The steps quiet and careful as not to startle me, she came to stand next to the couch and reached down to squeeze my shoulder gently. 

“I’m sorry to wake you baby but I have an idea that might help us and I think I need to act on it while I have the courage.” She sat on the couch next to my waist and just as I noticed that she had something in her hands, she reached towards my neck and started to fasten a thin black collar with a silver ring hanging from the front. 

I’d noticed on a couple occasions that after a certain amount of drinks, there was a side of her that very much liked to be in charge and tell me what to do, and I’d often suspected that she could dominate a bedroom and take great pleasure in doing so. There was an aura about her that said “I know that I’m a little crazy, and if you want to be involved with me, you will keep me happy and deal with my quirks and you will like it.”  

I was seeing this hunch prove itself as she changed her tone entirely. “I’ve always thought it’s VERY tacky when people put clothes on their pets.” She tugged at my arm and pulled me to a sitting position and I started to grumble something groggy and confused. “Also pets don’t talk.” She put her pointer finger over my lips and sat down in her usual spot on the other side of the couch.” 

I was extremely turned on and excited to find out what was about to happen. “Take off your clothes please and fold them in a nice little pile. Don’t just leave them all messy on the floor.” As she said this she was fiddling with the remote and looking across the room at the TV. 

I did as I was told and was about to sit next to her on the couch when I heard the opening segment of a cooking show that she liked to watch when she didn’t feel like getting too invested in anything. “No pets on the furniture please. This couch has seen enough. You know better than that. Sit on the floor like a good boy.” 

I must have looked so small and dumbfounded but my naked penis, cold and on display, reacted immediately to these new rules. I sat on the floor in front of the couch, facing her at first. “Don’t just stare at me baby. You’re making me feel awkward. Turn around and watch the show with me. Here’s a pillow for your cold little butt.” 

I complied with her wishes and sat on the pillow. Wearing nothing but the collar I faced the TV and folded my hands in my lap. Several minutes passed as I wondered where this was going. Are we going to watch a whole episode like this? Is she planning to watch more than one? Is she going to just fall asleep and leave me here on the floor? 

As if she heard my every thought, she yawned loudly just as this last question was sounding through my inner dialogue. I heard a shuffling and the show was paused. “I’ve gotta pee and I need you to come hold my hand please.”

I turned to face her and noticed that she was holding a thin silver-chained leash with a small, black leather loop for a handle. She was smiling down at me as if proud of how good I was being. She stood up and I started to stand to meet her. “No baby. You stay on all fours.” Her sweet tone again. She bent down and clicked the leash into place at the ring hanging at the front of my neck. “I’ll walk slow so you can keep up. Pets on all fours unless doing chores. It rhymes so it should be easy enough to remember.” 

With that we started out of the living room and toward the kitchen, my knees shuffling along the cold hardwood floor. She walked slowly beside me at first, allowing me to get accustomed to this new way of getting around. I felt beneath her in every way. She owned me. I belonged to her and as these feelings were settling in my mind, I came to the sudden realization that this was perfectly acceptable to me. She was a wonderful woman and though I’d typically dated women who were more or less happy to let me take the lead in most situations, I found myself perfectly content to let this one have the literal reins. She was intelligent, beautiful, caring, and kind and I trusted her to have my best interests at heart. This is where I belong. At the feet of this spooky goddess. 

All of these epiphanies washed over me as we rounded the kitchen island and by now my cock was no longer hanging downwards as it had been when we began our trip towards the bathroom. It pushed stiffly into the flesh of my stomach as I shuffled awkwardly beside my woman, and I could feel the cold of my excitement leaking against myself. This did not go unnoticed. 

“I’m glad you're enjoying this baby because I love looking down at you like this. You have such a nice little butt and I don’t think I tell you that often enough.” She stopped walking and shifted the small leather handle of the leash from one hand to the other. I stopped my crawl and she bent down and adjusted my chain. Where before it had been hanging limply from her hand to the back of my neck, she now threaded it down my chest and between my legs. The cold chain pulled taught against my gut, she looped it once around the base of my erection, leaving just enough length to draw a slackless straight line to her hand without hurting me. “That’s better. I think you should lead the way. I like watching your little ass from up here.” She gave a swift, playful slap across my right cheek and giggled as she shook the chain from side to side so as to indicate through the jangling and the swaying of my anatomy that it was time to crawl again. 

With this new positioning of the leash, I could feel the cold tug against my cock with every movement forward, and after making a few feet of progress down the hall and towards the bathroom she stopped abruptly and without warning as to cause the leash to pull my imprisoned manhood straight downwards between my legs. This pressure alone was nearly enough to bring me to orgasm. I moaned and stopped in my tracks, looking underneath me and seeing the silken thread of precum hanging from my tip and shaking in the chill air between myself and the floor.

“Oh my goodness. Someone is very excited! We will have to clean that up on our way back won’t we?” She began forward again, affording me the slack needed to resume comfortably and we made it finally to the bathroom. 

Once inside she put the handle of the leash up to my mouth and without words I knew to take it between my teeth. She removed her robe and hung it on the hook at the top of the door as I sat awkwardly on my feet. My leaking penis jutting straight out in front of me. The chain still looped once around the base, I must have been a subservient sight. Holding my arousal out in front of myself in the chill of the evening, to be seen and judged, raised upward by the leash held firmly in my own mouth.  Beneath the robe she was wearing loose fitting white panties and no bra. I looked up at her wonderful body and she beamed her beautiful smile as she slid her panties slowly down her legs, stepped out of them, and laid them gently over my erection. “You look silly with your little tent you've pitched down there. I figured you may be a little cold though.”

She sat on the toilet beside me and held her left hand out in the air, making an upwards grabbing motion and clearing her throat. I placed my right hand in her left and she smiled approvingly as I heard her begin to take her pee. “You’re being a very good boy right now. I hope you know that.” I beamed up at her, the leather between my teeth, awash with pride at being praised like this. I truly would do anything to please this person, and if she was willing to be this kinky with me out of the blue, I could only look forward with curious arousal at what we might get up to in the coming days, weeks, and months. I never wanted us to end. There will never be another woman for me. She was one of a kind and I watched her face in newfound admiration as she relieved herself. 

She finished and let go of my hand to reach out for some tissue before noticing how little was left on the roll. I saw the corner of her mouth tilt slightly upwards in a sly smile as if she’d just had an amusing idea. “There’s not much left my love and I don’t much feel like running straight out to the store in the morning. Besides, you may need it yourself and I’d hate to leave you without.” She took the leash from my mouth and used it to pull me gently toward herself as she scooted forward on the seat, grinning slyly as I understood what she was asking of me. “It’s just a couple little tiny drops darling. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind at all. In this moment I loved every inch of this person and would have used my mouth in any way she might have asked. I leaned forward, taking care to disguise my enthusiasm just a bit. I feigned a little hesitation before putting my bottom lip against her and slowly working my tongue upward a few times. I could sense a building warmth of arousal in her, the sweet scent that comes with it, and the faint taste of her urine was not unpleasant as I thought it might be. When I was sure that she was clean I made one final pass for good measure and then gave a quick kiss before relaxing backwards and smiling shyly at her proud face. “Good boy. You’re well on your way to a treat.” She reached down to take her panties from my proud penis and surprised me with a swift flick of her finger against my shaft. I moaned softly at the impact and was flooded with arousal at her teasing me like this.

On the way back toward the living room we stopped at the small droplet I’d left in the hallway. “You know what to do.”, she said in a playfully stern and motherly tone. She was right. I did know what to do, and as I leaned downwards to lick my mess from the floor she leaned over and gave a few gentle pats to my raised ass. “We might have to get you a nice fluffy tail soon.” She took a handful of ass and squeezed. Letting her nails dig in just enough to leave a faint impression and then gave me one swift smack that caused a surprised gasp from me against the floor. “I think you would look just so adorable with a tail. We can find something with a small little plug for you. Just big enough to stay in there.” 

Once back to where this whole adventure started, she took her place on the couch and I on the floor. My collar still leashed to her wrist, she looked down on me with a smug smile as she hiked her robe up above her waist, adjusted herself to the edge of her seat, and spread her knees. “Come give me kisses.” She leaned downward toward me and pulled slowly at my leash and I couldn’t help myself from noticing the small darkened spot at the front of her panties. What I thought might be a long and passionate kiss played out to be a quick peck. “That’s cute baby but not at all what I meant.” 

She pushed my face downward into the warmth of her thighs and scooted herself further forward, pressing the damp cloth of her crotch against my mouth. I could smell her arousal, the scent intoxicating to me, and I began to softly kiss the thin fabric between myself and the most wonderful thing in my world. “Mmmhmm.” She moaned softly with approval. Both hands laced through my hair at the sides of my neck. Scratching my scalp softly and writhing her hips in a slow circular motion.

I kissed as if it were her mouth. A few slow and passionate with my lips pursed, and then soft pushes from my tongue, the damp no longer such a small spot against the white. “Make me cum in your mouth and I’ll let you have your treat baby.” She slipped her left hand from the back of my neck downwards to pull her panties aside and used the other to pull my mouth into that gorgeous, glistening pussy. 

I’d been here before and I’d never forgotten it. I’d always loved pleasing a woman in this way. But hers was different.  She had by leaps and bounds my favorite taste. My favorite smell. I was truly obsessed with this magical thing between her legs, and I worked my tongue enthusiastically, deliberate lapping from the bottom upwards, applying pressure where I knew it was called for, and slowing now and then to kiss soflty around her mound and outer  labia. I knew what she wanted and I knew if I took my time, it wouldn’t be long before she told me. I wanted to be told…ordered what to do.

“Suck it.” she half whispered. “Suck it for me and make me cum like a good boy.” My cock swelled with pleasure at the order. I was being used. A servant. A means of delivering something that she needed and I was lucky to be given the privilege. Any man in the world should be happy to have his face buried in this woman. I wasted no time. 

Her breathing and my own ramping into animalism. Her delighted moan as I took her glorious clitoris between my lips and did as I was told,  occasionally swiping my tongue, behind my lips, from left to right against her. I knew she wouldn’t last thirty seconds. 

“Ooooh fuck! Taste it baby. Taste my cum.” A flood of her pleasure leaked into my eager mouth before she pushed me backwards and tightened her legs against my neck. She shuddered, her body stiff with the spasms of a job well done. 

When she released her legs I sat backwards on the balls of my feat and looked lovingly and proudly up at her tired face. “Good boy. Very good boy.” Cooing as you would to a dog or a child.  She pulled her robe closed and composed herself, adjusting the panties back into place and pushing her little tufts of hair back behind her ears. “You can have your treat as promised. I’ll be right back ok?” 

She kissed my forehead as she walked past me and down the hall towards the bedroom. I’d been erect for maybe an hour at this point and was desperately hoping that my treat would be a release. I was quite happy to see what was in her hand when she returned to stand over me. 

“For being such a good little pet, you have my permission to lay flat on your back and play with yourself.” She handed me the bottle of massage oil. “Take your time and don’t cum until I say so. I have a surprise for the big finale.” 

This was it? This was my treat? I’m allowed to play with myself but she’s not even going to touch me? “I’m gonna go have a cigarette baby. You should get started without me.”

I laid flat on my back against the cold wooden floor as I watched her gather her coat and slippers. “Look straight up at ceiling baby. I can feel you watching me.” She tucked the pillow that I’d sat on under my head. She cared. She loved me. 

   I applied a few pumps from the bottle and the cold oil dripped down from the mushroom of my modest dick as I started carefully to follow instructions. I was so turned on at this whole experience that I could have brought myself to orgasm with three strokes and by the time I heard the door open and her coming back inside, I had taken several breaks to keep from exploding without permission. 

I wondered what she had in mind. What finale was she talking about? Expecting her to join me on the floor, I worked my hand slowly up and down my neglected cock, staring straight upwards at the ceiling as she had asked. “No talking but you can nod your head for me.” I heard her sit back on the couch and settle into her corner. “Are you getting close?” I nodded. “Would you like to cum?” I nodded again. I heard the heartbreaking clicking of the buttons on the remote and the show from earlier began playing again. “Well I kinda like seeing you from this angle. Play with yourself a little longer for me. You look so cute and silly down there.” she giggled “Tuggin on your lil guy.” 

I felt like entertainment to her. Not just entertainment, but something only mildly amusing. Something to look over at now and then while you share your attention with something else. A cooking show. I felt small and exposed and laying there, edging my reddening oily cock for her, I was all over again awash with admiration for this rare and wonderful woman. This is the natural order of things. She is my better and I am just a naked little man on the floor. Doing whatever he’s told. 

This went on until the end of the episode. Twenty minutes of the ceiling. Twenty minutes of stopping myself right at the edge. Resuming when it’s safe to do so without cumming. Twenty minutes of wondering if she’s looking at the screen or the man on the floor with his cock in his hand. Finally I hear the credits and I’m wondering how I could possibly hold out any longer when I feel her stand and walk to me. 

“Ok baby. I’m sure you could cum at any time now if I let you?” She stood over me, one foot on each side of my waist, looking down with an amused grin. I shook my head. “Ok good!” She undid the robe once more and tossed it to the couch. “I have a condition but I think you’ll like it.” She put her hands at her waist and peeled her panties down around her hips and to the floor. “I want you to come to associate this with your orgasm. While the collar is on, there is not one without the other. They are one and the same.” 

She rotated herself to face my feet and stood over my chest. There was no ceiling anymore. There was only her wonderful body. Her perfect, pale womanhood right above my face. She squatted and lowered herself to me and once again the scent of all we’d done washed over me and shook me with a wave of animalistic desire. 

“Eat my ass while you make yourself cum for me. And not a drop until it’s really in there. I want that tongue to be inside me while you let it out.”

She settled onto my open mouth and arched her hips backward, pulling her cheeks apart for me. “ I know you’ve dreamed of doing this darling. Don’t pretend you haven’t.” She dropped her hands from her ass, learned forward slightly and pulled the chain tight, leaving no wiggle room between my tired tongue and the most private area of her anatomy. Endorphins flooded my everything as I drew a heavy breath, opened my jaw wide, and did what only good boys are allowed to do.