Pet.

He’s been busy. Working hard. Grinding away. She sees it. Recognizes it. Decides to give him a break. A getaway. Even if it’s just for an hour or two.

It’s the small things that speak volumes. The small things that amount to so much.

She strips down. Struggling as she configures her harness. Her favourite item to don for him.

She takes a breath as she glances at herself in the mirror. She practices seeing herself through his eyes. Through his ever loving, patient, adoring, endearing eyes. She really does try. She doesn’t see it. She’s blind to it.

She heaves a frustrated sigh, fighting hard to keep her imperfections at bay. She swallows and sinks to her knees. Watching her reflection until she lowers out of view.

She empties her mind and gets into her subspace. She lifts a palm and slinks across the rug to their dresser.

She hoists herself to her knees and takes her collar gingerly in her mouth.

Her heart thuds in her chest as she crawls out of the room, to him. It’s like the first time every time. She gets just as nervous. Just as jittery. The butterflies in her tummy threaten to implode.

She nudges the door open with her head of soft curls. She sits properly, waiting for his eyes to turn. Waiting for his eyes to meet hers.

She watches him swivel in his chair; turning to face her. She watches his face instantly turn. Instantly brighten. Success.

He motions her over. Wanting nothing more than to feel that glassy skin. To tighten that pretty collar around that pretty, slender neck.

That’s exactly what he does. “Hold your hair.”

She obeys.

He takes the collar from her mouth and wraps it around her neck; tightening the leather as much as he’s comfortable.

She lets down her hair and presses her cheek against his hand. She withdraws, bending down to kiss his shoes. She kisses up his leg. Up his thigh. She nuzzles between his legs; let’s out a little whine.

He breathes a laugh, “Is that what you want? Take it out then pet.”

She wiggles her ass. She knows how much he likes that. She raises herself onto her knees and undoes his zipper. Undoes his button.

She wiggles faster. Harder, in anticipation. She loves her Master’s cock. She wants to worship it. Show him how much she adores it. How much she adores him.

She lets out another whine and pulls his garments to his ankles.

Immediately she gets to work. She licks long and hard down his shaft. His shaft that’s already stiffening with arousal. That’s already throbbing as the blood pours into his sacred member.

She brings herself up to the sensitive tip. Pulls back his foreskin and lets her saliva drip from her tongue onto him. She sucks him into her mouth, spreading the lubricant all the way down.

He moans at the warmth of her mouth. Moans as her tongue pushes against the underside of his throbbing rod. It’s his favourite hole of hers. For this very reason.

She shows him her new trick and takes him into her throat. She shoves down her reflex and opens up.

Tears sting her eyes. Spilling over onto her cheeks, “Fuck babe…that’s such a good girl.”

Her toes curl at the praise. Her ass continuing to wag. She looks up at him and pulls back to suck in a breath; smiling before going back down.

Her hand and mouth work in synchrony. Drool drips down her chin onto her wrist. Her tongue flicking at the precum leaking from his slit.

She swallows it greedily. Not willing to stop until she reaps the reward of her efforts.

And she didn’t have to wait long.

His hands work through her hair, his legs spread wider. She picks up the changes in his breathing, the volume of his moans.

He’s close. She knows it. So she picks up the pace. Then slows it down. Again. And again. And again. Her signature. Her form of torture. He allows it because he loves it.

His fists clench in her hair. His body starts to shake. He groans, “Open up your throat and don’t spill a fucking drop!”

In an instant she swallows him down, opening up her throat and letting him in. That’s all it takes to get her reward.

His cum shoots, rope after rope of thick, warm cum down her constricting throat.

Her eyes roll back and she moans. Savouring every bit of it.

She waits until he pulls back to let go. She licks her lips and slides herself closer to him. Pressing herself against him.

He lifts her chin and brings it closer to him. Kissing her sweetly,

“Thank you my love.”