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It couldn’t pretend it was comfortable or enjoyable. She had been clear as its permanent collar was locked it was entirely Hers now to do as She saw fit. It loved Her though, so much that it ached to please Her.

She had gone out a few hours ago, it could see there was a spring in Her step. She had selected from the clothes it had prepared for Her and had it help Her dress. Black stockings (She knew what they did to it), black silk bra and matching panties. A stunning green emerald dress that had been a bastard to iron. Around Her neck She wore the pendant held its name inside, proof of Ownership not that She needed it. On the ankle, its key.

She was dating tonight - She reserved the right and as it was just a toy and locked in chastity - She had been clear that She was craving cock - one that was useful and unlocked. She had teased it, kissed it on the lips as She lent forward after it had kissed Her delicate feet and slipped on Her new Louboutin heels, its annual gift of thanks.

Then ‘now let’s get it ready’. It was, as always naked, the day collar locked and Her industrial collar tight with the leash passing through its D ring, through the cage and up to Her hand.

Now the hood went on, laced shut. Locked. She looked into its eyes as She kissed its forehead. ‘Good work on the room, I love it!’

It had ensured it was just as She liked, rose petals on the bed, candles lit, soft fresh sheets, its blanket on Her side. She closed the blindfold on its eyes ‘now, come on’ it crawled behind on the leash, chain tightly it heard the chain pass through the bed frame. ‘We’ll be back soon!’

She hummed a tune as She left - heels clicking,  door closed. It settled as best it could and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Eventually, it had no idea how much later, it heard Her heels again, ‘oh these are murder’ then a pause, it heard the heels drop to the floor but then another footstep. She had someone with Her.

It heard Her pad across the floor - then Her nails done its back, tracing Her tattoo - the larger one on its lower back, OWNED. She giggle - don’t mind it. A slightly nervous make laugh, ‘now where were we?’ It heard Mistress settling in the bed, then Her partner, She was kissing him hungrily, as they began to pull at each others clothes it was hit by each item thrown off - clearly deliberate - it heard Her moaning, instructing Her new lover in his best to please Her and satisfy Her. Jealously remembering the unique feeling of Her gorgeous tight pussy from that first Cornwall night. 

She was deliberately loud, commenting on how much She was enjoying a real man. A running commentary. As it knelt, still in its hood. Her cuck.

It seemed like hours until morning, when She dismissed Her new boy after a relaxed morning of love making. She didn’t acknowledge it, it heard Her pull on Her robe and pad out of the room singing under Her breath, heard the kettle and Her tea being made.

Then She came back, it heard the sound of Her cup set down on the table, and felt Her tug its leash. ‘Now then, what does it want?!’ - blinded as She ripped off the blindfold, Her gorgeous smiling eyes. ‘Did it think it was forgotten?’ - She sat back, pulling it onto all fours. ‘Worship’

Resting both feet on its shoulders She pulled it close to worship Her with soft slow strokes of its tongue, enveloping it in Her scent. As She came again She moaned. 

She reached to play with its cage - ‘and a reward for it!’ - it’s cock hardened again, oh god release?!. Then She reached down, took the condom and pushing it over its mouth, began forcing it to swallow Her new lovers cum.

It hated it, but Her smile. Her eyes, it’s need to keep Her happy. It thanked Her and thanked Her and thanked Her again.

‘Come on, let’s have a shower’ She jumped up and began guiding it to the bathroom. Hers. All Hers.