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"Is my coffee ready?"
She asked, entering the large kitchen. he handed Her a mug, with
cream and sugar, as he knew She liked it.
She watched him over the top of the mug. "And how are
you today, slave-slut? Ready for more?"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied.
"Good, I have many plans for you." She replied."
Come here."
he went to Her and stood, eyes downcast as was their custom
and waited for more instructions. She grabbed one nipple between
Her thumb and forefinger of each hand and twisted- hard! he
flinched but dared not pull away. "Hmmm, tender
still?" She noted cruelly. he nodded and then realized that
He was in the doorway, watching.
"Did the slut please you at all, My Lord ?" She asked
and He came closer to examine the marks the slave's body bore
from the night before. He ran His hand over the welts and
bruises and commanded, " Drop to your knees."
The slave complied. The Male was holding a stiff, new riding
crop in his hand now and with a practiced and steady rhythm,
began a series of strokes on the slave's upper back. The
pain was sharp and focused, much more so then the flogger he had
felt many times before. "Pony play, dear?" She
whispered and then suggested that She thought of the slave more
as a puppy.
The cropping continued and the slave was vaguely aware that
someone was moving around the kitchen, readying something behind
the counter.
Now, thankfully. it stopped.
"Thirsty, puppy?" asked the Male.
The slave nodded.
"Uh, uh. Dogs do not nod or speak, do they?" He
reminded the slave. He picked up a thick, studded leather collar
and attached it around the slave's neck.
The slave panted and could hear water running softly in the
background, increasing his desire for a drink even more.
"C'mon, beg." said the Master calmly." Good
doggy. Beg for a drink."
The slave assumed the position and barked. Once, twice. The
Master smiled and hooked His finger through the collar and led
the slave to the other side of the counter. A bowl of water was
on the floor.
"Go ahead, drink." He said and the puppy- slave
greedily gulped down mouthfuls of the cool liquid, splashing
some on the floor in his hurry.
"oh... no. Naughty dog!" She scolded. he felt his
collar roughly grabbed and a leash was fastened to it, then his
neck was twisted upwards away from the water bowl.
"Let's go for a walk, boy." The Male said, pulling at
the leash and leading him out into the yard.
The slave was mortified. Neighbors might be around, or someone
else could be at the house and here he was- being led around on
a leash, like an animal! Not only that, but walking on all fours
was not something he was accustomed to and it hurt, with the
pebbles and flagstone walkway.
When he slowed or faltered, the Master delivered another sharp
crack with the crop to remind the slave who was in charge.
They stopped in the shade of a huge oak tree and the Master
stood grinning at the panting puppy-slave.
"Well, come on boy, do your business!" He
finally said.
The slave realized he was expected to relieve himself under the
tree, and undid his zipper and removed his cock but couldn't go.
The Master's foot was tapping, not so patiently.
he tried and tried, but nothing happened. The Male idlely lit a
cigarette and stood, waiting for the impossible task to be
completed.
The minutes passed and thankfully, he heard Her approaching and
She called to Her mate,
"I thought this might prove difficult for him, so I brought
something that just might work to ease his problem..."
"Rest back on your heels," She said and as always, the
slave complied. She had a small jar of amber colored liquid,
which She opened and poured over his penis.
It was smooth, silky... "Oh, God " he realized,
"It was honey!"
"Now, we will have something to amuse ourselves with,"
She commented and they settled down in the soft grass to whisper
and watch the slave's extreme discomfort as the ants sensed the
honey and began crawling up and all around his cock.
he watched with fascination as dozens, and then hundreds of ants
raced around, up, down, everywhere on his cock. he could not
control his erection, they were driving him mad and stimulating
him at the same time.
"puppy." She asked, "Would you like
to..er..relieve yourself now?"
'Ppp..pp..please." he answered. "Mistress, please may
I come?"
"Yes, you may," She replied. "you have two
minutes to finish what you have started and if you have not come
by then, you will wait two more weeks for the opportunity."
She was standing very close now, and in his gratitude he kissed
her foot as he pumped furiously at his sticky, irritated cock
with his right hand. Two minutes?
It took all of thirty seconds, he realized as he fell
back onto the carpet of grass and tried to catch his breath.
The sun was blazing and bright, his head was pounding and he
knew there was a very long and tortuous day ahead for him. It
had just begun...
The Master grasped his collar, jerked him upright onto his feet
and said, "you are fortunate your Mistress thinks so highly
of you. I would have let the ants play for a while longer. It
was just beginning to be fun for Me."
Then He pushed him down on all fours again, and saying
"Heel'" they started back toward the house.
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