Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 01:27:45 +1200
From: Benedict Rooster <benedict.rooster@gmail.com>
Subject: All Yours

After a long day, when you've finish work I should be there, naked and tied
to the leg of the bed where you left me, your dried cum in my hair, a trail
of one of your shots evident on my cheek, above my eyelid.

I'm wearing the padlocked collar you put on me the first time we met, the
one you bought for me when we first started talking. The one that means you
own me.

You slip off your shoes in the hallway and open the door quietly, to see me
in the almost dark, asleep on the floor at the foot of your bed. You creep
over to me and sit down, the bed creaking slightly as you do so. You wake
me up by prodding me in my slightly open mouth with your toe, as though it
was your cock and you wanted something. I wake up and smile. I say "Hello
master." I ask if you had a good day at work. You don't answer, I take off
your socks and start to lick and massage your feet after a long day at
work-lapping at your soles in broad strokes, between your toes.

You start to get hard as you watch me serve you, alert now, wanting nothing
in the world in that moment but to make you feel good.

And you tell me to "drink". I move to me knees, but practiced, you take
some rope and tie my hands behind my back so I have to use my teeth to
un-zipper your pants and get at your cock-when I do, you unleash a stream
of piss that you've been holding in, probably longer than you'd have liked,
but you'd prefer it goes down this drain than any other, and I glug it
down, without spilling a drop like you've trained me. You grow harder then,
afterwards, as I start to suck without taking a breath, licking at your
piss slit for any trace of pre-cum, then moving from the head, down the
shaft to your balls, your ass, your hole, probing it hot and sweaty with my
tongue `til you can't wait anymore.

"Suck." You say, but you have no real intention as you ram your cock down
my throat instead, grabbing hold of the back of my head as tight as you
can, plowing my mouth. You've almost decimated my gag reflex, but not
quite, I start to choke and you pull out, bouncing your cock on my bottom
lip.

"You like your master's cock bitch?"

I nod. I know I'm not really expected to talk. You then untie my hands and
release my collar from the chain that you use to keep me to the bedpost and
throw me, bodily onto the bed, slapping me in the face and telling me to
open my mouth. You spit in it, you tell me my ass is yours and to get into
the doggy position so that you can fuck me like the bitch pup I am.



You pull out the butt plug you've made me keep in my ass. The one that you
made me pay for, that's specially made so that it's shaped like your own
dick. You spit on my hole once and place your dick on my hole. With one
thrust you go as deep as you can, reaching forward and grabbing my hair,
pulling my head back. You tell me to back up into your dick, to squeeze
when you enter, and you and rape me raw and hard, getting out all of your
frustration after a long day, cumming deep in my ass and breeding me like
the bitch I am, for what seems like the hundredth time since I came to stay
with you a week ago.

When you're finished, you collapse on top of me, growing softer. Eventually
you shift and I move, and start to massage you, as you fall asleep, but not
before I crawl into your arms and kiss you and we sleep, you hugging me.
`Til the morning comes, when your alarm goes off, and I wake you up by
going down on your cock to get you started for the day.