I laid there stretched out in his king sized bed, wondering what kind of fun he was up to. The more I thought about it, the more I had different fantasies trickle into my head. Fantasies I had only told another pet and never shared with Him before out of fear. I was afraid that if He commanded the fantasies into reality I may not be able to handle them and it hurts me SO much to ever dissappoint him. But lately… the fantasies seem less scary and more appealing. Not even the activities in my fantasies… just the general underlying theme behind them all. I am ready to be led. I am ready to obey. I am ready to stop questioning or challenging the orders given to me. I am inviting opportunities to make His fantasies become a reality in any way that I can. I want him to have no doubt that my body, my passion, my hunger is His to control completely. I am craving the chance to do His bidding and do so with a smile and a full heart! I am catching myself holding back responses that would be catty or jealous… responses that would be selfish. As His pet, I should never allow my jealousy to become more important than my Master’s pleasure. Instead I am waiting to really find a way to please him through accepting, and even enjoying the challenges he places on me. It occurred to me last night that his lusts for other women can feel like anything I want them to. Just like the bites and the belts and the clothespins and the firm cock that stretches me, these little birds and toys can give me a sting that drives me further. That softens me to bend even more to His will.
And so last night, stretched like a little spoiled kitten in a king’s bed, I found myself thinking about my Master and how much I would like to taste the pleasure he found from another woman and lick him clean

It seems that the time I spend disguised as anything other than his pet is the hardest to get through. I’m making breakfast and craving his teeth on my neck. I’m folding laundry and wishing he would command me to feed. I’m cleaning house and thinking it would be enjoyable if only I had clips on my nipples. I wear tops that make my breasts accessible just in case he wants to twist them or spank them. I run my fingers over the fading bitemarks on my neck and thighs just for that shiver of pain. I have not stopped getting wet at every thought of him ever since last weekend when he took me so completely. I always got excited around him before… but this is different. I’ve never been so completely aware of how my pussy aches for him. It clouds my thoughts and makes me weak. For every thing he does that proves I am completely his, I just want to do that much more to please him. I want to go out and hunt for him…to catch little birds and leave them on his doorstep as a token of my adoration. The depth of my servitude is only limited by his imagination… his fantasies and desires. I am happy