Idle soul.

The miracle.

Meeting Him - Oh was it a miracle. He was perfect, by body and soul. His eyes were seas I could never dream to visit. His soul so pure yet laced with curiosity.  He was the partner I'd searched so long for, submissive to only me. Rightly so - He was my lover then, and now my slave.

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I peered around the door, curious as to where my little mutt had disappeared to. "AH! There you are my little feral" I chimed out as I noticed him hooked to the back door by his  steel collar. He was in the place we agreed he would remain whilst idle - But gosh, I still felt I lost him when he was out of sight in our own home.

I walked into our room not a minute shy of time-table, the clock hitting ten pm as I scanned over his efforts within the room. His bowel was under the bed most hours of the day, but not now. He was on all fours, the bed behind him and his bowel before him. It was time for this pup to get a feeding.

There was just one thing. He had to earn it. He wanted to eat? He better show me how much he does.

He rested there on his hands and knees with his tail in, his blue eyes left to plead as he admired the sight of me undoing my belt before him. I hummed out in thought, peering down at him as I kicked my jagged jeans and tartan briefs to my side.

His shoulders showed the  tension the sight built within him, but that wasn't the best bit yet. His voice, oh his voice. He let out a low whine as he murmured out "M-My Lord. . May I--?" in which, naturally, I couldn't help but inquire; "May you what, pup?" His eyes dropped for a moment as he caught my words. He was still getting use to the changes between us. I would need to make improvisations within my plans with him - and that I did. "Alright, pup. Open wide" I growled out, irritated by it all.

He obliged, a spray of blush clear across his cheeks as he knew exactly what was coming to him.

  —  Story is a Work In Progress. Don't bug me to update it. I'll do so when I'm free. —