The next day, Thomas woke up with a start, his arm still wrapped around Poki's waist. The reality of the situation washed over him like a warm wave, and he couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of her sleeping form. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply. He couldn't believe he was here, in her bed, with the woman he had fantasized about for so long. He took a moment to appreciate the soft curves of her body, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he gently traced his fingers over her skin, feeling the warmth and softness of her flesh under his touch. He felt his cock twitch to life again.
As Poki stirred awake, Thomas leaned over her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He cupped her breasts in his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze before sliding his hand down to her ass, giving it a firm grope. She let out a sleepy moan, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "Good morning, Master," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
Thomas's hand came down with a firm smack on Poki's ass, the sound echoing softly in the quiet morning air. She yelped in surprise, her eyes shooting wide open, but the look of pleasure on her face was unmistakable. "Good morning indeed," he said with a smug smile,
Poki couldn't help but giggle as she wiggled her hips, feeling the sting of his smack. She rolled over, pressing her body against his, her hand sliding down to stroke his growing erection. "I suppose we should get up and start the day," she said, her voice a teasing purr. "But maybe we can have a little fun first?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in to kiss him deeply, her tongue darting into his mouth to tangle with his.
Thomas's grin grew wider as he pulled away from the kiss, his hand still cupping Poki's ass. "Oh, I have quite a few orders for you to follow before we do that," he said, his tone a mix of playfulness and authority. He gave her another smack, this one a little harder, watching as she squirmed beneath him.
"More?" Poki breathed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her breasts pressing together enticingly. "I live to serve, Master," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "Please, tell me what you wish for me to do." She leaned back down, her hand never leaving his cock, stroking it gently as she waited for his next command. Her heart raced with anticipation, eager to satisfy his every whim.
"Mm, yes," Thomas said, his eyes darkening with desire as he thought of the endless possibilities. "My first rule is simple, Poki. You're not allowed to orgasm unless I permit you. Understood?"
Poki nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I understand, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. The idea of being denied her pleasure only made her more excited to serve him. She licked her lips, her hand still stroking him gently. "What is your second order?" She asked, her voice a soft purr.
Thomas leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "The next rule," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "You must always ask for my permission to put on any clothes. And, of course, you must get my approval on the outfits you wish to wear. After all," he smirked, giving her ass another squeeze, "I need to make sure you're dressed to properly display your status as my little slut." He watched her reaction, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he awaited her response.
Poki felt a thrill run through her as Thomas' words sank in. "That sounds... super hot," she said with a shy smile, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "I've never done anything like this before," she admitted, her voice a little breathless. "But I want to be everything you want me to be." She kissed him again, her hand continuing to stroke his cock as she melted into the warmth of his embrace, ready to submit to his every command.
With a devilish smirk, Thomas reached over to the wall of toys and selected a shiny black leather leash. He held it up for her to see, the metal clip glinting in the soft light of the room. "This," he said, his voice firm yet gentle, "is your new accessory." He leaned over, attaching the clip around Poki's neck with a satisfying click. "You're to crawl on all fours unless I give you explicit permission to stand or walk. You're my pet now, and you'll move as such." His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but instead, he saw only eagerness and excitement.
As Thomas attached the leash, Poki felt a sudden burst of arousal, her pussy clenching in response. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice quivering with the thrill of the new dynamic. She dropped to her hands and knees, her body moving gracefully as she adjusted to the new sensation. She looked up at him with a mix of submission and mischief, barking playfully. "Woof!" she giggled, her ass wagging in the air.
Thomas chuckled at her playfulness, giving the leash a gentle tug. "Good puppy! Now," he said, his voice filled with authority, "lead me to the kitchen. We've got a busy day ahead, and I need my breakfast." He watched as Poki began to crawl, her hips swaying with each movement, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. The sight of her obeying his command was intoxicating, and he felt his cock throb in response.
With a delighted giggle, Poki began to crawl on all fours, her ass swaying enticingly from side to side with every movement. She led Thomas through the plush carpeted hallway, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The feeling of the leather against her neck was surprisingly comforting, a constant reminder of her submission to him. "Would you like me to prepare breakfast for you, master?" She asked, her voice breathy with excitement. She could feel his eyes on her, watching every inch of her as she moved. The power play was exhilarating, and she revelled in it.
Thomas nodded firmly. "Yes, Poki," he said, his eyes never leaving her as she crawled. "Make me something filling and delicious. Once you've served me, you can prepare food for yourself." His tone was matter-of-fact, yet laced with the unmistakable thrill of being in control. Poki felt her stomach flutter in response. She nodded eagerly, her movements quickening as she approached the kitchen, already planning the feast she would prepare for her master.
"Of course, master," Poki said, her voice a soft, eager whine. She reached the kitchen and looked up at Thomas with wide, hopeful eyes. "May I stand up to prepare your meal?" she asked sweetly, her hands resting on her thighs, her posture still submissive even without his physical touch. "And what would you like for food?" Her question was filled with genuine curiosity, eager to satisfy his hunger in any way she could.
"Very well, Poki," Thomas said with a smile, pleased with her eager obedience. "You may stand, I'll have eggs, bacon, and some toast. Oh, and don't forget some orange juice," he added, his eyes lingering on her breasts as they bounced gently with every movement she made. He took a seat at the counter, his cock still semi-erect as he watched her cook.
"As you wish, Master," Poki responded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She stood up gracefully and set to work, her naked body moving swiftly around the kitchen. She cracked eggs into a pan with a flourish, the sizzle of the bacon filling the room with a mouthwatering aroma.
"So Poki," Thomas began, his eyes roving over her body as she worked. "What do you think of your new set of rules?" He asked, genuinely curious about her feelings on the matter. "Do they excite you, or do they make you feel uncomfortable?" He leaned back in his chair, sipping the coffee she had made earlier, his eyes never leaving her as he awaited her response.
"Oh, they excite me, Master," Poki said, leaning over the countertop to give Thomas a full view of her ample breasts. She giggled as she caught his gaze lingering on her chest. "I absolutely love them!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. She grabbed a plate and arranged the crispy bacon, eggs and toast on it with a flourish before handing it to him with a wink. "Serving you makes me feel so good!"
Thomas took the plate with a smile, his eyes never leaving hers for a moment. "I'm happy to hear that, Poki," he said, his voice warm and affectionate. He watched as she began to prepare a simple bowl of cereal for herself, the clink of the spoon against the ceramic echoing through the kitchen. He felt a strange sense of contentment wash over him as he tucked into his breakfast.
As Poki went to sit at the table with her cereal, Thomas stopped her with a gentle yet firm hand on her arm. "Now, now, good little bitches don't eat at the table," he reminded her, his voice a mix of affection and authority. "They eat on the floor, like the good dogs they are." He gestured to the spot beside his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Get on all fours and eat your breakfast."
Poki felt a thrill run through her as Thomas' words sank in, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Yes, Master," she murmured, her voice quivering slightly as she dropped to her knees, the cold floor tiles sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned over, her breasts brushing against the floor as she attempted to eat her cereal with her mouth, her hands firmly behind her back. "Thank you for letting me eat, master," she said, her voice muffled by the cereal as she took a bite, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of submission and longing.
Thomas couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Poki obeying his command so eagerly. He reached down and gave her a firm, loving smack on the ass. "Good girl," he said with a grin. "Keep eating like that." He watched her for a moment, his breakfast forgotten as he took in the erotic sight of her naked body moving with such obedience. His cock twitched at the sight.
Despite the unorthodox way she was eating, Poki managed to scarf down her cereal with surprising grace, her eyes never leaving Thomas' face. When she was finished, she licked her lips and looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "May I clean up now, Master?" she asked sweetly, her voice a soft whine. Her face had got covered in milk "Or do you have another task for me?" The way he degraded her was already becoming addicting
Thomas looked down at Poki's face, which was now smeared with milk. "Hmm," he said, his eyes darkening with lust. "It looks like you've made a bit of a mess down there," he teased, his voice a low rumble. "But I think I like it," he smirked, leaning down to swipe his thumb across her cheek, collecting the milk. "It's almost like you're wearing my cum," he whispered, watching the blush spread across her face. "But fine, I'll help you clean up."
Thomas took the leash in his hand, giving it a gentle yet firm tug. "Come with me," he said, his voice filled with excitement as he led her to a nearby plush carpet. He yanked her closer, making her stumble a bit before pushing her face down into the soft fabric. "Stay," he ordered, watching as she obeyed. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her naked body stretched out before him, her ass in the air. With a smirk"Now, let's get you clean," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he approached her. He reached down, grabbing her by the neck and rubbing her face into the carpet, the rough fibres brushing against her skin as he cleaned her up. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watched her struggle to get the milk off her face.
Poki felt the rough carpet rub against her cheeks as Thomas pushed her down, the sensation sending a jolt of pain through her body that only served to increase her arousal. The feeling of being used and treated roughly by her master was intoxicating, making her wetter than she had ever been. She whimpered softly into the carpet, her eyes watering from the friction as she felt her face turn a deep shade of red. "Thank you, Master," she managed to murmur, her voice muffled against the floor. She was desperate to serve him in any way he desired, the humiliation only fueling her desire to please him further.
Thomas pulled her face up by the leash, his eyes scanning her features to ensure every drop of milk was removed. Though the cleaning had left her hair a tangled mess, she looked adorable. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "You're a good girl, Poki," he said, his voice filled with affection as he ruffled her hair playfully. "A shame I messed up your hair, but hey! At least your face is cleaned up now!"
Giggling, Poki looked up at Thomas, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you so much, Master," she said, her voice breathy and filled with affection. She leaned in, her cheek brushing against his leg, and placed a soft, warm kiss on his thigh. "I'm so happy to serve you in any way you wish," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the moment of closeness, the leash still firmly attached around her neck, a constant reminder of her place.
"Come on, Poki," Thomas said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's go to my room. I've got a few ideas of how we can have some more fun." He gave the leash a gentle tug, leading her out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He knew that Poki was eager to please, and he intended to make full use of her submissive nature.
With an eager wag of her hips, Poki began to crawl ahead of Thomas, her movements deliberately exaggerated to show off her curvy ass. "Woof!" she barked playfully, her eyes glancing back at him over her shoulder, inviting him to enjoy the view. Each movement sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her submission to him only increasing her desire to obey and serve. She could feel the leather of the leash tugging against her neck as she crawled.
Upon entering the spacious, dimly lit bedroom, Thomas guided Poki to the edge of the king-sized bed. "Up," he ordered, pointing to the mattress. She eagerly complied, her legs trembling slightly as she climbed onto the bed. He watched her with hungry eyes as she spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening with excitement. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand moving to stroke her inner thigh before giving her a gentle push. "Now, put your hands behind your head, spread your legs and hold still." His voice was firm, leaving no room for disobedience as he took in the sight of her, vulnerable and ready for his every whim.
Poki obeyed immediately, her hands moving to the back of her head as she arched her back, pushing her breasts out towards him. "Is this position pleasing to you, Master?" she asked, her voice a needy whine as she felt the anticipation build. She held her pose, her eyes never leaving Thomas' as she awaited his next instruction, her body quivering with need.
Thomas' grin grew wider as he circled her like a predator stalking its prey. "It's perfect." He reached out to give her left breast a firm squeeze, feeling it mould under his grip. Then, with a swift motion, he smacked her right ass cheek, watching it jiggle before his eyes. "Now, tell me, Poki," he said, his voice a low purr. "What is your place here?" He knew she enjoyed being objectified and controlled, and he was eager to hear her affirm her submission.
Poki's eyes glazed over with pleasure as she felt the sting from Thomas' smack. "I am your toy, Master," she replied, her voice a breathy whisper. "I am here for your entertainment and satisfaction. I am inferior to you in every way, and I live to serve your every need and desire," she added, her eyes filled with a mix of submission and lust. She squirmed slightly, the leather leash reminding her of her place as she awaited his next command, her body begging for his use.
Thomas slapped her face gently, his hand coming down with enough force to make her cheeks sting but not to cause any real pain. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "Now, keep going," he instructed, his voice a soft growl. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as his hand travelled down her body, his fingertips grazing her sensitive folds, making her whimper in anticipation. "I want to hear more about how you wish to serve me, my little bitch."
"Oh, please, Master," Poki begged, her voice shaking with need. "Humiliate me, degrade me, use me in any way that pleases you." She bit her lower lip, her eyes brimming with excitement. "I want to be nothing more than your slut, your cumdumpster," she continued, her cheeks burning with embarrassment yet her voice filled with eagerness. "Make me your property, your whore, your fucktoy," she pleaded, her hips bucking against his touch. "Use me, abuse me, do whatever you wish," she moaned, her body trembling with the intensity of her submission.
Thomas's grin grew wolfish as he heard Poki's eager pleas. He reached down to touch her pussy, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles around her clit. "Such a greedy little slut," he whispered, watching her squirm beneath his touch. "But I'm not going to let you come just yet," he said, his voice filled with amusement as he began to rub her clit in a steady rhythm, feeling her body tense and her breathing quicken. "You need to beg for it," he said, his eyes gleaming as he pushed her closer to the edge, her whines and pleas music to his ears. "Beg for your master's permission to cum," he demanded, his arousal building as he watched her struggle to maintain control.
"P-please, Master," Poki whined, her hips bucking up into his hand. "I need to cum, please let me cum!" she begged, her voice desperate. Her body was a live wire of sensation, the anticipation of release almost too much to bear. "I'm your slut, I'll do anything for you," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut tight. "I'm just a dirty little whore for you," she moaned, her voice shaking with the effort of holding back. "Please, please, let me cum," she begged, her entire body trembling as she awaited his decision, the leather leash tightening around her neck as she arched her back.
Just as Poki was about to climax, Thomas pulled his hand away, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet," he said, his voice firm yet playful. He watched her face contort with a mix of frustration and arousal. He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Beg more for me, Poki. Tell me how much you need it." His hand hovered just out of reach, taunting her as he enjoyed her desperate need for release.
Poki's eyes snapped open, the frustration from being denied making them glossy with unshed tears. "I-I b-beg you, Master," she stuttered, her voice thick with lust. "Please, I need to cum for you," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "I'm your good little bitch," she whispered, her hips moving in a silent plea for his touch. "I'm your property, your toy, your fuck slut," she moaned her words a jumbled mess of desperation and need. "Please, let me cum," she begged, her voice cracking. She was so close, so very close, and she could feel it building deep within her, begging for release.
Thomas's grin widened as he listened to Poki's desperate pleas. He knew she was on the edge, and he revelled in the power he had over her. He brought his hand down hard on her ass, watching the red handprint bloom on her pale skin. "Your pleasure doesn't matter, slut," he said coldly, his voice a stark contrast to the warmth of his earlier tone. "But since you've been such a good girl," he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "you can clean the floor." He grabbed her leash and gave it a sharp tug, pulling her off the bed. "On your hands and knees," he ordered, pointing to the floor. "And don't you dare cum without my permission," he warned, his eyes darkening with dominance.
Poki's eyes widened with surprise at the sudden change in tone, but she didn't dare question her master. With a nod, she slipped off the bed, landing on her hands and knees with a soft thud. She looked up at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Y-yes, Master," she stuttered, her voice trembling. She waited for his next command, her body still trembling with the need for release, her mind racing with the thrill of serving him in any way he desired. "What do you wish for me to clean?" she asked, her voice a needy whine as she hoped for another chance to prove her devotion.
Thomas spat onto the plush carpet, watching the saliva spread into a glistening glob. "Start with that," he said, pointing to the spit with a smirk. "And remember, you're not allowed to use your hands." He strolled over to his gaming setup, sitting down in the chair with a sigh of contentment. "While you're down there, make sure you get every corner of this room clean," he added, his eyes never leaving her. "And if you do a good job, maybe I'll let you sit on my lap and watch me play," he teased, his hand idly stroking his cock through his pants as he booted up his computer.
With a nod, Poki leaned forward and began to lick at the floor, her tongue sliding over the soft fibres as she started cleaning the spit Thomas had left behind. The humiliation was intense, but it only made her more aroused. She felt his eyes on her, watching her every move, and it filled her with a strange sense of pride. Her body was his to command, and she would serve him without question. The taste of the carpet was faintly bitter, but she didn't care. She was his pet, his slut, and she would do anything to make him happy. The sound of his computer booting up filled her ears, and she knew her master was enjoying the sight of her degradation. The more she licked, the wetter she grew, her thoughts consumed by her need to serve him and the hope of eventually receiving the release she craved.