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.