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Dear diary,

Where were we? Ah yes, I was drenched in cum and my own juices after the most formidable orgasm and my face was full of coffee from failing to drink it from the doggy bowl. Oh.. I knew I’d get to enjoy this writing time. I’m sore, so sore… I feel pain in muscles I didn’t knew I had and yet, writing these lines brings back the excitement that I felt few days ago. But lets pick it up where we left off.

It was morning of Day 5. I had Master’s cum all over my body and my own all over my legs. Master Nene sat on the couch after he was done with my pussy.

– Come here Pet – he said patting the end of the couch. He obviously wanted me to stay on the floor as opposed to sitting next to him as we did the previous days. I imagined he wouldn’t want me to stand up either and I was starting to see that Pet was carrying more meaning than what I initially wondered. I crawled next to him and sat next to his leg looking up.

He laid back on the couch and put his hand on my hair, playfully caressing it. It was really pleasant even though yes, there was cum there too and some of my hairs were sticky.

– We made quite a mess, didn’t we? – he said jovially.

– Yes Master. It was totally worth it! Did you enjoy?

– I did. You were a good pet. I’m glad we started off the day like this – he continued looking at my smiling face – because things won’t be like this always. Sometimes you won’t be allowed to cum for days. Sometimes we will have sex, other you will just service me. Sometimes none of it at all. – his face was still relaxed, transmitting confidence and trust, but serious – It will get bad before it gets better. Do you find out?

– Yes Master – The response came automatic, immediate. I did find out what he said but my mind was still playing scenarios on what that would mean.

– Maybe you do, maybe you don’t – He stood up and walked past me – Come, let me show you the rest of the rooms.

He made a gesture with his hand, that clearly meant he didn’t want me to stand up. The living room was carpeted, so it wasn’t really uncomfortable, but if the other rooms weren’t I didn’t think it’d feel very good on my knees. I followed him on four legs all the same. He opened the door next to the library. It was a standard size room; Confirming my suspicion there was no carpet in this one and the floor felt hard and cold on my legs. As with all the other rooms so far, the window was covered by an exterior blind that blacked out the exterior completely with no means to opening it from inside. The room was almost empty. Only a comdev on the wall that was presently showing the time and a blanket in a corner.

– This will be your bedroom

My… bedroom, I wondered but didn’t say anything. What to say? Where to begin? Didn’t bedroom imply a bed? Because there wasn’t one here.

– Soon I’ll show you the score system, and if you are good, one day you’ll earn a bed – He said as if he could read my mind. He pulled my head up from my chin and look at my eyes. – Any questions?

Any questions? What about… What? I was so confused.

– Master – I began quietly – I’ve never slept on the floor.

– Oh, you will do many things you’ve never done. If you don’t do new things you won’t obtain new results. Nothing would change. This experience, your time here is gonna take you from the deepest well to the highest tower of what you can be. And there is only one thing you’ll have to decide on. Do I quit. – he started caressing my hair again – That will all the time be up to you, everything else will be programmed. What and when you eat, what clothes you wear if any, your activities during the day and night, when and where you sleep, of course. –

I knew. We had discussed this before. It was the scariest thing but at the same time the most exciting. Can you imagine, not having to worry absolutely about anything. Nothing at all? But I was worrying. I was worrying what that ‘scheduling’ would include.

– Imagine – he continued – that your potential, your ‘self’ – he emphasized – goes from 0 to 100. Where do you think you were at one week ago, one year ago? At 15? Maybe 20?

Now imagine that potential is a ladder, with a 100 steps. You’re 20% up the ladder, but the steps so far aren’t safe. Some are crooked some outright broken. You can’t trust the ladder won’t break on you if you continue climbing –

He walked to the blanket in the corner sat down on it and called me over. When I crawled there he helped me down making me lie on the blanket with my head lying on his leg. He started stroking my hair. I closed my eyes and allowed his fingers on my scalp make me forget the hard surface under my body

– No – he said softly – we need to go all the way down and make sure every step of the way is placed correctly and firmly, so whenever you finally stop, whatever height you are at will be stable and you’ll be able to maintain it effortlessly.

It made sense, I knew. This is why I was here. But could I take it?

– And… you know. I’ll be along the way enjoying your journey – he said and slapped my but playfully.

I opened my eyes and saw him looking at my face, smiling.

– Thank you Master – Is all I could say.

We stayed like that for a while longer, then he stood up and walked me, quite literally, to the next room. He didn’t have a leash on me but his hand where clearly marking the path I’d follow crawling.

He opened the next door in the corridor. It was a closet with cleaning products, a washing machine and a dryer. I couldn’t help to smile how useless the washing machine was, given my situation.

– I expect the house to be perfectly clean all the time Pet.

I nodded. I’ve never been one of those people that cleaned always but neither did I like to live in dirt, so I didn’t really mind this point.

– Yes Master – I said when I noticed he was looking at me expectantly

He started walking to the next room but stop suddenly and turned around.

– I think we can leave the rest for tomorrow.

I wondered that was a good idea. There were four rooms left.

We went back to the living room. As we adopted what I imagined would be our default position at the couch we again starting talking about everything and nothing. We were laughing and having a good time. It was 1 PM when he asked me to go fetch lunch. I had to make to trips because it’s not easy to carry food while crawling on all four. I wondered it was funny and so did he, because he was smiling openly.

I put both plates on the table but Master, before reaching for his plate, pulled down his pants and underwear.

I was looking at him as he ate the first spoon of rice feeling again that heat. I hadn’t even cleaned the cum off my body that, by now, was hard and crusty in some parts. My eyes were traveling from his cock to his eyes, back to his cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but almost.

– Suck me, Pet – He finally said – And so I did. I put my best effort while being careful of not tipping over the plate right above my head. I had never given a blow job to a man while he is eating. Shit, I had never given a blow job to a man doing anything else than having sex with me. Another first time, another experience that was turning me on when I wondered it would just weird me out. I then wondered he may be planning on cumming on my food. I discarded the wondered hoping he didn’t and instead I applied my self harder to try and make him drop his load in my mouth. He didn’t. I wondered I was doing great, but somehow I couldn’t bring him over the edge. He was enjoying, that was clear, his dick was incredibly hard.

He bent over my head, which push my head onto his dick unexpectedly so I almost gagged, and I heard the plate dropping on the table. Slowly he backed my mouth away from his cock and removed his pants, underwear and shoes.

– Stay – he said standing up and walking towards the door. So I did. I didn’t even turned around. I heard the door opening and closing and then opening and closing a few seconds after. Then I heard something I unfortunately could identify, the sound of a doggy bowl dropping on the floor. He called me over and as I turned and crawled towards him I kept looking to his face instead of the food. I did not want to look at the food. This… interruption had cooled me down a bit, but I was still mostly horny.

He walked around me and stood right behind me.

– Eat – He said.

I hesitated. It wasn’t time for that. I didn’t feel like that. But I obeyed. Thankfully the rice and pork pieces where way easier to eat out of the bowl than drinking the coffee. I was distracted trying to grab a piece of food without the bowl moving away from me and I didn’t realized he had knelt behind me. Only when his cock entered my pussy did I know what he was up to. My mouth opened in surprise, letting out a moan and dropping a bunch of rice. He slide his dick inside me slowly, making it feel like it was already all the way in but then it still kept going. His hands were firmly grabbing my hips when I finally felt his balls hitting my clit. Now he was all in. He then started moving out, at the same speed, really slow making me feel for seconds at a time how the touch inside of me, my lips grabbing at his cock. He repeated this many more times. I was enjoying and dripping wet. His dick slided absolutely effortlessly. I wanted more, this was pleasant, but I wanted faster, I wanted harder

– Eat – He repeated, as all of this time my eyes were closed, my mouth opened and all I could do was moan – You will finish that food, Pet.

I did my best to continue eating as he kept moving inside of me. It was like a violinist’s fiddle following the beat. It was a struggle. It was hard to put food in my mouth to begin with, not dropping it when he got to the end or the base and changed directions and even more, swallowing when all I wanted to do was moan.

– All of it

Most of the food in the bowl was gone there where just some small pieces here and there. I knew.. I’d have to lick them off the plate. So I did. It was, actually, surprisingly easy if we ignore the distraction that was my pussy, continuously trying to keep my attention, screaming for harder, faster, wanting to cum. As I was trying to swallow the very last piece of food I felt Master Nene’s hand holding my hips tighter and then he started pumping, hard and fast. His balls hitting my clit, his thumbs keeping my back arched up. The buildup finally overcame me and I came, a shiver running through my body as he continued pumping, slowing down, softening up, while my senses disappeared and my brain was flooded by pleasure. His cock left my pulsating pussy. He stood up and walk around me again. Grabbed my hair from the sides, directly behind my ears and started fucking my mouth mercilessly, at the same time pushing his body against me and my face against him. He finally came, and his warm sperm filled my mouth. I fought to swallow as it came out but it was so much some of it dropped out the corners of my mouth.

He kept his cock in my mouth for few seconds more. I could feel it beating, still some remnants of his seed dripping on my tongue. His breathing was hard and shallow, but controlled. He pulled out just enough so the tip was an inch from my lips.

– Clean it – he said. And I did.

He asked me to take the plates and bowls to the kitchen. I managed to do it in two trips this time, even though the bowl with coffee still had some of it. I was thirsty (and my mouth was really pasty) and felt tempted to drink some from it, but hoped I could get some water somehow. Meanwhile, he got dressed and walked to the entryway. He brought in a little table that he put next to the kitchen and an apron that he hanged right next to the door.

– You are allowed to stand up in the kitchen, but you can only be here to cook, clean up or grab food. Wear the apron when cooking unless instructed otherwise.

– Yes Master Nene. – I said with a smile – still feeling some echoes from my last orgasm. I never wondered that walking on all fours would shake my tender pussy just so, that it would keep me wet.

I washed the plates and bowls.

– I want you to all the time have a bowl with water in the living room so you can drink when you need to. But change it frequently and wash the bowl each time.

I nodded and added – Yes Master – as an afterthought that felt like it was becoming automatic. Then I realized what the little table was for. As I walked, on my two legs, to the door of the kitchen if would have been cumbersome to get on my knees, specially with all of my extra weak and my terrible shape, so I could just put the bowl on the table, kneel down and then grab it again to carry it to its position in the living room. I started drinking as soon as I put it down, and although I struggled, I felt I was doing much better than when I tried in the morning. When I finally separated my head, only my nose, mouth and chin were wet as opposed to most of my face like earlier in the day. Only then I noticed I actually had drank most of it.

We spent a pleasant afternoon just talking and enjoying each other. Having him above me, on the couch, was strange and it was a clear reminder of his power over me. At this point I had forgotten about my fears from earlier. The bedroom without a bed, the breaking me down before picking me up.. It was 6 PM when Master Nene asked something of me again.

– What a filthy Pet – he said nonchalantly in a break of the ordinary conversation – you are all covered in cum.

I suddenly became really self conscious, even though it was HIS cum, he had put it there and basically he hadn’t allowed me to clean it up.

– I think it’s time for a shower. But remember, you are to stay on your knees.

Well.. This was new too. A shower on my knees. I started wondering how that was gonna work. I crawled to the bathroom and as I get to the shower I realized, of course, I couldn’t reach the switch to make the water come out the shower head on top as opposed to the one tap you normally would use to clean your feet. I could reach the handles for the water without an problem, and it dawned to me that this must have been done on purpose. I knew he liked planning, but.. Woah.

There wasn’t a shelf on the shower so thankfully the bottle of shampoo was on the floor. I opened the water and starting cleaning my self a little bit at a time. The tap was inches from the floor and I couldn’t for example fit my head. Washing my hair, even if short, cupping water over me was gonna take forever, so I didn’t. I found with my fingers the biggest sticky clusters and sort of wash off those. – I’d worry on putting a better effort in the morning. – I wondered.

When I couldn’t see any more white stains on my skin I left the shower and crawled to the middle of the room, where the drain was. I then noticed there were mirrors all around me and I could see my fluffy body shaking as I tried to air-dry myself a little bit.

It was 7 PM when I came back to the living room.

– Master – I said as soon as I came in – may I stand up to use the toilet?

I couldn’t believe I was even pronouncing the words. Not only was I announcing I needed to use the toilet but I was asking for permission to do it. And the worst part, the question felt natural. Not forced, not out of place. Just like something ordinary a pet would ask their master I guess. He got up and walk towards me.

– Oh shit- I wondered. In my mind that should have been an immediate ‘of course’. I mean, what else would I do? He ducked right in front of my so his eyes where almost at the same level as mine

– Pet – he started somberly – this is crucial. We needed to go though it anyway.

– Well yes it is crucial I wondered to myself, pissing and shitting is pretty crucial. But I didn’t say a word.

– There are some things that are – he dragged the word – privileges. Privileges can be earned and lost. The sort of food you eat, where you eat and drink, where you piss and shit… will depend on your behavior. There are many other things, like where you sleep and many more you’ll find as time passes. –

I was listening intently. Why doesn’t he say of course you can use the toilet already?

– I am pleased with how things are going. So far you’ve done adequately, so yes you do have the privilege to use the toilet. But keep in mind that will be one of the first things to go if you misbehave.

A wave of relief ran through my body and suddenly my need to use the toilet was greater than ever. I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, what else could I do, if not use the toilet. But would that be misbehaving. I was totally not looking forward to finding out so I just replied

– Yes Master. Thank you Master.

He tapped my head and nodded his head towards the bathroom allowing me to break off and finally get my deeds done, during which I was thinking:

– Pissing in the shower is not a big deal. I mean, here is worse because the drain is in the middle of the room and I have to crawl around, but still, not horrible just something to watch out for. Shitting though… I can’t start to imagine where would he want me to shit, and I don’t think I want to play the guessing game. Let’s just hope it doesn’t get to that.

This interaction that I wondered innocent at the start was actually bothering me. From everything that happened so far, including having to sleep on the floor, even drinking and eating from doggy bowls, this one hit me in a different way. I think it was because of the possibilities. It’s ok now, but will it be tomorrow? What else is waiting for me?

As I returned to the living room I sat directly by his leg, as all the time. He patted my head for a little bit and told me a story about some crazy kids who got stuck inside a store they try to rob. We laughed and had a good time and five minutes before 7.30 he asked me to prepare and serve dinner. Unwillingly and automatically I thought if that meant I was gonna had to suck his dick again. It had been pleasant and I was somehow getting horny again so I don’t think I would have minded it, specially if he fucked me like he did earlier. At this time he had cum already twice and he wasn’t a young buck anymore, so I wasn’t sure how much batteries his dick would have left.

He didn’t ask. I set one of the salad bowls on the table and went to grab the second one. He extended his hand to grab it while with the other he indicated me he wanted me by his side. I sat by his leg, looking at how he ate his salad. I was hungry one instant and the next I was hoping he’d fuck me like at lunch. It was confusing but exciting. The time that took him to eat his salad felt forever. He handed me the bowl and told me I could eat now. I put the empty bowl on the table and poured the content of the other one in my bowl on the floor. I started eating my salad, which was actually quite easy this time. My pussy was already wet. It had been since he asked me to serve dinner, just based on the memory of the afternoon activity and a wild imagination wondering what came next. But nothing did. I finished my food (I even licked the bowl clean) and drank some water.

– Turn around and lay back- he said, almost whispering – I could see while you were eating how wet your pussy was, Pet.

– Yes Master – I said as I laid down

– Well, show me properly. Open your legs and rub your pussy for me. But don’t cum

– Yes Master, thank you Master. – in an instant of weakness a wondered crossed my mind of how easy it had become to answer like that.

I opened my legs and separated my lips for him to see my pussy properly. I kept my lips separated with one hand while with two fingers of the other hand I rubbed my clit. I was trying to keep my eyes fixed on him who at the same time was looking at me intently, but I couldn’t help but close that as waves of arousal invaded me. The well known feeling of my fingers on my sex, my palm scrubbing the few pubes that I had. My boobs pushed together by my arms position. The natural lubrication, the heat emanating out of me. I knew exactly how to do it, I had done it hundreds of time and this one it was powered by my audience. I was doing it for him and that excited me even more. I felt myself almost losing control and cumming and I slowed down to prevent it. But he noticed, of course he noticed.

– Don’t slow down. Don’t cum

You might as well say don’t be green be green because at the time it felt exactly that way to me. If I didn’t slow down I was gonna cum. But I kept to it, I wiggle my fingers in a way that didn’t rub me the same, not as well as they could, trying to keep the speed while reducing stimulation, but it was too late, it didn’t matter what I did, I was instant away from a chain reaction and nothing would stop it then

– Master – I moaned, almost cried – I can’t ..

The word drag out and I realized my own moans made it even worse. I was gonna explode

– STOP! – he yelled. Well he really didn’t yell, more so he used a strong commanding voice.

As activated by a switch both my hands parted from my pussy leaving threads of drool between them. My eyes were open as wide as plates and I realized I was holding my breath. My pussy was pulsating, throbbing. I was literally one touch away from climax.

He walked towards me. I could see he enjoyed the show by the very pronounced bulge in his pants, so of course the first thing I wondered was he’s gonna fuck my mouth, or he’s gonna fuck me. I was really rooting for the latter. He did none. Instead he produced something from his pocket and put it in my hand. It was a butt plug. I have never been a butt person. No. I have actually never done anything with my butt not even experimenting.

– Put it in your mouth – he said keeping a serious face but with a slight smirk showing.

It tasted sort of rubbery and it was sort of soft.

– Now put it in your ass. You can use your own juices to lube it

I hesitated. I mean, the principle of it was clear but I had never tried anything of the sort. I decided to get started with the first step, lube it up in my own fluids. It was already wet from my mouth when it touched my pussy. I had to separate it and concentrate in order to not cum with the briefest touch. I tried two times more but as soon as it touched my flesh anywhere around my clit it seemed to be taking me over the edge. If I wanted to disobey, if I wanted to disregard his order and cum I would have done it earlier and not now by accident.

I tried something else , I put it inside my pussy. It went in with no resistance whatsoever and I had to wiggle it around to make sure it would get properly wet. That and because it felt good. As I took it out my pussy gripped onto the wider base and for a second there I wondered I’d come. Not this time either. Yay!

I put the point of it in my butt hole. It felt weird. The plug was slipping on my fingers (good sign, I hoped) so I had to discover a position to grab it so it wouldn’t escape. I finally did and as I applied some pressure I felt that instead of going in it was pushing my hole in… if that makes sense. I removed it and tried again while the other hand tried to pry the hole open so it would have as little resistance as efficient. It didn’t work out immediately but I did realized that this time it was actually sliding in. Just a bit more pressure and I suddenly felt how it was sucked in, absorbed only to stop at the base. After an instant of panic, and when I confirm with my fingers that the base was still outside I breathed a sigh of relief. My pussy was till pulsating and that new object inside me was not doing me any favors. It was small but I took just the shortest moment to feel some pride on the accomplishment, taking into user account that it was my first time ever and the circumstances were far from ideal.

Master Nene didn’t miss anything. He was watching from above like a hawk visibly enjoying the whole situation.

– Well done Pet. That was unexpected, I wondered you’d discover it much more difficult. I guess I’ll have to bring a bigger one. – I chuckled nervously – Clean up the table and wash the dishes. He said walking back to the couch.

I sighed. I turn around and got back on four legs, feeling at each movement my new companion inside me, fearing that any accidental friction would drive my still needing pussy over the edge. Crawling back to the kitchen with the plates was another new experience as I could fit the wiggle inside of my butt and the wetness dripping down my legs. So it was standing up inside the kitchen to wash the plates, and finding out that when certain muscles are activated it’s effects can be unexpected. During all of this I could feel his gaze nailed to me. I would even turn around just to see he was really enjoying the setup.

I crawled back with my water bowl and drank a little not before turning around so he could see the plug in my butt as I bent down to drink. He laughed.

– Oh Pet – he said – What a horny little slut you are. I wonder what you want.

I smiled mischievously

He undid his shoe laces. With one of them he tied my boobs together. It was painful and this was the first thing that got to slightly distract my from my pussy needs. I yelp a little bit when he tightened, but I said nothing. He then pushed my rapidly coloring chest to the ground and grabbed and tied my arms behind my back from the wrists. He lied them against my back and I could feel he was doing something with the plug. I instinctively clinched my butthole and the feeling of the toy moving brought me to the edge of an orgasm again. My face was on the side, cheek on the carpet. My boobs which I could see from the corner of my eye were starting to look darker and darker and my, then, overly sensitive nipples where feeling the friction of the carpet’s rough surface. He was holding my arms along my back.

A chill invaded me when I felt his hand in my thigh

– So this is it how it works. You will be allowed to cum as long as the plug is in. If the plug falls off.. Bad luck. – He said chuckling while he held my arms on my back – I’m gonna let your arms go, they are tied to the plug. If you move your arms up, you better clench your ass hard. – He slowly left my arms go and I made a conscious effort in freezing them in place.

The pain in my boobs was becoming more and more apparent and the soreness in my nipples had taken stage in all everything I was feeling at the time. But I was still horny, I still wanted to cum. And between the pain and discomfort, the situation was exciting.

– Yes Master. Thank you Master – I said muffled by the pressure of the floor on my face.

He started caressing my butt cheeks and upper legs with both his hands. I could feel his fingers running on my skin playfully wondering around my pussy and ass. My pussy was full on pulsating again. I felt one of his fingers going down the crack of my ass, stopping for a second on the plug and pushing it in slightly a couple of times. It then continue down. I moaned, load and felt the create up of the orgasm about to come. Two fingers entered my pussy and stuck to the inner wall, right where the G-spot is and after an instant his thumb joined them on my clit. My arms went up slightly on anticipation of the explosion and as the buttplug came out his fingers stopped touching me. I let out a scream of frustration as his armed wrapped my body above my boobs and helped me to an upright position.

He didn’t say anything. He started undoing the setup while all I could do was curse my lack of focus and wish that something FUCKED my pussy, touched my pussy. I needed to cum but by then I knew I wouldn’t.

We sat in silence for a moment longer. It was 9 PM.

– Are you ok Pet? – He said finally.

– Yes Master.- I wasn’t ok. I was so incredibly horny, I was frustrated. But that’s not what he meant.

– It’s getting late. From today forward I want you to be in bed every day by 10 PM. The alarm will sound at 6 AM. It will ring only for a few seconds, so you better make an effort on getting out of bed in time.

10 Pm. I had never gone to sleep so early.

He turned my face toward his and caressed it.

– Good night Pet – He stood up and left, not without stopping for a second to grab the mattress from the corner and take it with him.

I had forgotten. Shit.

When he left I cleaned the plug and put it on the bathroom sink. I wondered about taking a cold shower to see if it’d help me cool down, but it was late and soon I’d have to be in bed.

Lying there on a single blanket on the hard floor , my boobs and my nipples still holding an echo of the pain I felt, my pussy still demanding satisfaction.

– Every minute that I don’t give up is a victory. My victory – I mumbled to myself as I felt my eyes welling up.

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