Master and I have been having a lovely Sunday together.
This morning he used my mouth for a while, and as i lay beside him i felt his fingers on my pussy for the first time in a couple of days.
She was immediately wet and awake. i tried to not let my own enjoyment get in the way of my duty to pleasure Sir, and so focussed extra hard on worshipping his cock. It was difficult though, especially when Sir stuck his finger deep inside me!
Still, i needn’t have worried, as after a short while Sir said:
“that’s all she gets.”
After our morning fun in bed, Sir took the time to give me a scrubbing in the shower, which made me feel properly owned and kept.
He gave me a time-schedule to do my hair and make up, and went downstairs to iron one of my white shirts, then dressed me in one of his favourite pet uniforms.
We went out for a small walk today, and for a drive to the supermarket. i didn’t object or change any of my outfit when we went inside the shop; partly because it was a less likely place to bump into anyone we knew, and partly because it is feeling more normal now to go out in my shirt and tie.
Sir was very happy to see me being so well behaved. i told him that being the pet makes me feel calm, and he liked that too.
When we came home i asked Sir if he would like me to start ironing my own shirts in future.
Up until now Sir has been happy to iron them himself, as 1, he knows i hate ironing (!), and 2, because i told him in the beginning that pets don’t do chores!
Now that we’re a few weeks in, i feel that Master shouldn’t have to iron my clothes, and i’m happy to put in the effort to keep my uniforms looking smart. i also feel willing to do more chores than Master around the house. (It really is amazing the changes that are unfolding as a result of prolonged every day training!)
Sir said he hadn’t minded ironing them, but he was glad to see me taking pride in looking smart, and he was happy to watch me ironing whilst dressed as the pet.
i ironed 3 shirts and 2 shirts and went to put them away.
Earlier i’d mentioned sorting my wardrobe to Sir. We’ve planned to fill it solely with pet outfits, and to relegate my non-pet wear to a locked box.
We’ve yet to find a box, but i put forward an interim suggestion, which Sir had me implement today.
i had to hang all of my freshly ironed pet clothes nicely in the main section of the wardrobe, with my pet shoes neatly on the shelf underneath (alongside tidied boxes of our “special toys”). Everything else i folded and put in a closed cupboard, where Sir won’t see it.
(i put some clothes aside for charity too, as they seem too scruffy to wear in front of Master now.)
Master came up to inspect my work. He spanked me 20 times over the bed for going over the time limit he set, then put me on my knees between himself and the wardrobe mirror, and made me suck his cock for the second time today.
i didn’t get a chance to swallow this morning, because he’d made me finish him with my hands, so i thought he’d probably come in my mouth this time around.
i was feeling a bit thirsty and hungry, and was slightly worried about taking all his come in my mouth, but tried to focus on just enjoying the anticipation and feeling the tension grow in his cock and balls.
When Sir came it lasted quite a long time, and i was really embarrassed that i wasn’t able to swallow it all, and actually gagged on some!
Sir was ok about it though, as it’s the first time that’s ever happened (and hopefully the last!)
We had some lunch and then had a bit of time to spare.
For ages i’ve been wanting to be put in my chains and left on the floor. Sir doesn’t mind me making suggestions, so i asked if that was something he might like to do too.
He said that it was, and told me to go and get the chains.
i hurried upstairs and found the chains and a few other things that i’d happened upon whilst tidying our toy box, just incase Sir found them appealing to use. i put all of the things on the coffee table, and knelt beside it waiting for Sir.
Two of the things i brought down were a black neck tie, and a black fabric hood that we’ve not used for a while. i hoped Sir might like to use one of them to put me in the dark (as we no longer own a blindfold).
Sir picked out the hood enthusiastically, and immediately put it over my head.
He gagged me too, then cuffed my ankles tothether, and cuffed my wrists behind my back.
i’d kind of hoped to be left on all fours, so now it was extra challenging to know i’d be expected to stay kneeling upright.
Also on the table was a metal dog lead, incase Sir wanted to attach it to me somehow.
I heard him pick that up too, and felt him attach it to one of the metal rings on my gag..
Sir led me with the lead to kneel infront of him as he sat on the sofa to watch football, and kept ahold of the strap on the lead in his hand.
i loved feeling like an object on show on the floor
i opened my eyes and could see Sir through the thin material of the black hood.
He looked totally self assured and in control, casually watching tv, and glancing across now and then to his chained, gagged, hooded pet.
Occasionally he’d tug on the lead to remind me he was holding it.
i saw him move to the edge of his seat and put his face close to my face.
He quietly told me to open my legs, then put his hand down my knickers, and remarked upon how wet i was, then starting rubbing his finger over my slippery wet clit.
i made noises around the gag. Sir said “you know you’re not allowed to come, don’t you?” and i was left almost sobbing from the predicament i was in, feeling so helpless, uncomfortable and objectified, and yet so incredibly turned on at the same time.
When i felt close to coming i had to shake my head and close my legs to make Sir stop.
He told me i was a good girl and went back to watching the game, and told me that i would be kept on the floor until the game ended.
During that time i tried to take in every feeling and appreciate being kept on the floor, incase it doesn’t happen again for a while.
Sir came back close to me. He touched my breasts and held my throat, then made me open my legs again, and once again took me to the brink of orgasm.
i was sure that this time he might let me come — that i’d been good enough to earn a reward and that he’d probably love to see me coming in this situation.
But no, i still wasn’t allowed!
He took me to the brink and stopped about 5 or 6 times!
When the football game finally ended Sir took the gag and hood off me, and smiled.
He told me i’d been on the floor for 45 minutes (but to me it only felt like 20).
He took off the chains and i got up to stretch my legs and walk about, and tried to compose myself after being repeatedly made so over-exited for such a prolonged time.
Sir smiled mischievously and told me how much he’d enjoyed edging me.
i’m now sat quietly writing my blog next to him, and i’m about to cook a lovely Sunday roast dinner.
i wish we could spend every Sunday at home like this, as Master and pet!