Immediately your tone shifts, “Now, on your knees in front of me!”

I obey as you stand up, walking over with a commanding presence. You begin to slowly circle around me, inspecting from head to toe this new toy who yearns nothing more than to be yours. Your fingertips lightly skim across my shoulders and back as you make your way in front of me, pondering if I actually meant all the things I had said over our countless conversations. You pause briefly as your fingers run through my ginger hair and with a naughty smile you firmly grab a handful, pulling my head back so that I am looking straight up at you helplessly. “What to do with you?” you wonder as you let go and walk over to the bed in the bedroom, a bed covered with a wide array of toys, tools and instruments of submission. You look them over with a deep “hmmmm,” as your fingers softly run down the sides of your chin.

“I wonder if you look good in red?” you question, as you pick up the red lipped cock sucker mouth gag. You walk back over to me and stand directly in front of me, my eyes staring down at those boots by my knees as you demand I look up at you. My eyes make their way up your legs, briefly pausing at the large bulge in your pelvis area, and then continuing up your torso until our eyes meet.

“Open your mouth” you demand as I quickly comply. “Wider!” you say as your fingers spread me open further, making room for the gag to prop my jaw wide open. I struggle to breathe with my mouth stretched wide open, you grab my chin, lifting it up higher until our eyes meet. “Yep, as I suspected, red is definitely your color! Now let’s see what we are working with,” you say as you start to examine every side of my open mouth. I struggle to swallow as the saliva builds up and slides down the back of my throat. Your silky smooth fingers slide inside my mouth through the gag as they make their way deeper, rubbing against my tongue until they finally hit the back of my throat causing a gag reflex. My tongue and throat quickly contract and squeeze against your fingertips. I cough as my eyes well up with tears and you pull your wet fingers back out, rubbing them against your thumb as my saliva drips off your fingers down to the floor in front of me.

“Tsk tsk,” you exclaim disappointedly as you shake your head, “seems like you will need a lot more training than you led on. But, thankfully I am up to the challenge!” you proclaim as you walk back to the bed and grab a leather collar and tell me to stand up. “So you want to submit yourself to me and my teaching fully? Do you understand what that means?” We’ve talked about this in great depth, and I have never been more sure of what it is I wanted. “Yes, Sir!” I mumble incoherently as I struggle to speak with my mouth propped open.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you reply with a faux perplexed look.

“YES, SIR!!!” I grunt.

“Good.” You smile as you walk behind me and wrap the collar around my neck gently, buckling the straps from behind, and return to face me.

I finally hear you utter the words I have been dreaming of hearing for months….“You now officially belong to me, my pet!”

“Now it’s time for my pet’s first inspection. Let’s see what we are working with!“ 

.... to be continued