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“You picked it out?” she asked, surprised. “Like you went to a store and bought this for me?” She couldn’t believe it.
He grinned at her. “Yes, pet. Slick and I went to that little dress and panty store she and likes so much and I had them made for you. Slick was sworn to secrecy so it would be a surprise. She helped with the makeup, too.”
She smiled and bit her lip. “I can’t picture you in that store. Surrounded by panties.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “There is nothing I won’t do to make you happy, pet.”
“Sir?”
He raised an eyebrow and she looked up at him. She licked her lips nervously. “Can- may I suck you?”
He grinned. “So you really are grateful for your gifts.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mark unzipped his fly and took out his hard cock. “Come here, good girl,” he crooned, taking hold of the back of her neck and pulling her down. “Get your pretty mouth on my cock.”
Abby knelt and took him in her mouth. She swirled the tip like he’d showed her and suckled greedily on the head. When pre-cum weeped out of the tiny slit, she devoured it. It tasted better than the actual cum, even though at this point, the cum wasn’t all that bad as long as it was still warm.
“You forgot something at breakfast, pet, but I didn’t punish you for it. Show me how much you want to avoid punishment this time.”
She paused, released his shaft, and lifted it up, taking one of his balls into her mouth. “Such a good girl. I know you didn’t forget on purpose. Love every part of me the way I love every part of you.”
She licked and laved and sucked and rubbed her face in his crotch enthusiastically. “That’s my good girl. Now, wrap your lips around my cock. Suck all my seed out. Take it in your tummy.”
She took a deep breath and slid the cock into her mouth. She worked his shaft with her lips and tongue until he took hold of her head with his hands. “Here it comes, pet. Don’t waste a drop.”
Abby remained calm like he’d showed her and swallowed in time with the pumping jets of semen filling her mouth.
He pulled out and she struggled to catch her breath. “Let me see,” he told her, lifting her chin. He inspected her lips and face. “Got it all. What a good little pet you are.” She smiled.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Mark led her to the kitchen and directed her to stand. He unclipped the leash and handed her a knife. “Slice the tomatoes, please, pet. Surely you can’t mess that up.” His eyes twinkled as he teased her.
She scowled at him, took the knife, and began slicing. He handed her a red onion, black olives, a few hard boiled eggs. By the end she considered herself to be an excellent slicer. Mark mixed salad greens in a large bowl and tossed in the veggies. He pulled some potato salad out of a bowl in the fridge and set it on the counter. He made two plates, piled high with the nicoise salad and the potatoes.
Tidying up the area, he lifted his chin at her. “Come pet,” he said, not bothering to put on her leash. But he didn’t take their food. He led her out into the living area, picked up a large square pillow from the couch and set it on the floor next to the coffee table. “Kneel on that, pet.” She made her way over to it and knelt. He retrieved a bag by the couch and set it down on the table. She glanced at it, but tried not to look like she was curious.
“I need to talk to you about respect, pet.” Her heart sunk. She’d apologized for the gift debacle. “No, no,” he said, catching her gaze. “I’m talking about in general. When you’re wearing that collar you’re representing me and all the things I’ve taught you. Your attitude needs to reflect your respect for me. No matter what. Understood?
“Now, you’re in training and I know so much of this is new to you and a little daunting, so I’m going to help you out as best I can.” He produced her ball gag. “There are rules, little pet, to this thing that we do. Rules I don’t make you play by because I don’t really care about them myself and some of them are contrary to what I personally want and believe.
“One of these rules is eye contact. Most Doms don’t allow their subs to look them in the eye. It reinforces their dominance over the sub. But I prefer it. I need it. Especially since you spend so much of our time together on speech restriction. I can see everything about you in those expressive little eyes of yours and, for better or worse, so can everyone else. Open.”
