She rushes back to me, her mouth yapping non-stop as she shows me all the things she loves about her new home. The space, the cleanliness, the brightness — so muchlight. She shows me how easily all her plants will grow in here, and I couldn’t be happier to see she plans to make this home her own. Then she does make me feel happier, by taking my hand and pulling me into the vision, pointing at the nook she’s found for our thrones to sit, and should we surround them with flowers or fabrics or books? What do I think would look best?
I like all of the options. The decor could look like mud, and I’d be happy because I get to sit in there with her.
She looks at me with her big pretty eyes all shimmery with happiness. She takes my hand, leads me over to the nearest chair, stands on top of it, and kisses my forehead, the way I kiss hers when she’s being cute and adorable. I flush with warmth beneath my pelt and try not to let on that she’s made me feel suddenly shy.
But she notices. Doe-dee understands me with a depth no other has ever dared to. Some souls don’t want to see themselves through the truth of my eyes, but my sweet pet is not one of those. She’s a brave and bold little fighter, and she’s proud of who she is. It’s one of the most appealing, magnetic things about her.
“Come.” I pull her from the chair and carry her through the house toward the room I had set up for her clothes. “I want to give you something.”
She has clearly been in the room already, because some of the closet doors have been swung wide open and then abandoned in that fashion for whatever caught her attention next during her initial search of the house.
I sit her down in the little throne in front of the mirror and make her wait patiently while I close all the open doors so she won’t be distracted by anything. There are a lot of things in the cupboards that will be new to her, and I want to introduce them to her slowly, to see what sort of things she likes best.
I make my way over to the top drawer, pull out the thing I want to give her first, and then I stand behind her, so she can see us both in the mirror.
In my mind, I ask her to lift her hair up onto her head, so her neck is bare and accessible. She obeys beautifully, and my cock thickens, but I intentionally shield her from the true intensity of my response. I adore my tenacious pet when she’s giving me sass, but if she knew what her obedience did to me, I’d be putty in her pretty little hands, and what good am I to her if I can’t provide the firm strength and stability she needs to feel safe and secure? I must be a master to myself before I can expect Doe-dee to trust me with domain over her.
I take a deep breath and in an attempt to remain more orderly, I swallow down my urge to reward her obedience with an immediate orgasm. Instead, I lower the open velvet ribbon collar in front of her and ask with my eyes if I may adorn her neck with it.
Doe-dee wets her lips, and her eyes sparkle like the gold and diamond heart dangling from the collar. She nods, and I proceed with absolute care, wanting her to feel beautiful and sexy and loved when she wears it. I keep my touch light and lingering, using even the necessary tasks of making adjustments filled with the intention to make her understand how precious and delectably enticing she is.
She shivers and melts at each subtle caress, and by the time I pull back my hands, her lips are parted for easy shallow breaths and the room is filling with the scent of her arousal.
“Perfection,” I whisper, as I gaze upon her reflection.
Doe-dee releases her auburn tresses to cascade over her shoulders and touches her fingers to the collar as she tilts her head this way and that, to see it sparkle from different angles. She wets her lips and meets my gaze in the mirror. “Tharnk yoo fer-tha neklarss, suhrr. Ets be-yoo-tee-fool.”
I smile and kiss the top of her head. Her words are superfluous when I can feel the gratitude radiating from her. “You are welcome, my love.”
She grins and stands, flaunting her neck in the mirror again before she becomes distracted by something. She steps away from the mirror, stands in the center of the room, and turns in a slow circle, gazing at all the closets and drawers surrounding her. Her jaw becomes slack, and her mouth falls open. She touches her necklace again and looks at me.
I smile as she imagines all the drawers and doors open and hundreds of gift-wrapped boxes falling out onto the floor at her feet. Her eyes are so wild and round with disbelief, I feel the need to minimize the situation so she doesn’t fall prey to her survival instincts where she rejects fine things. I hold up my palms and then move to a nearby drawer, opening it and pulling out a pair of pale pink, shimmering stockings. Crotchless. With a matching sueded leather garter belt.
“Just clothes,” I reassure her. “And you don’t have to wear all of them,” I add, showing her what in mean in her mind’s eye. “Only the ones you love.” I gaze around the room. “There are plenty to choose from, so you should be able to find something you like, but if not, I will take you to the store, and you can choose directly.”
Doe-dee steps toward me and touches the long-socks dangling from my hand. Her lips curl into a smile as she strokes the silken fabric. She absently touches her current outfit as she looks around the room with new interest, and then she looksdown at her dress. Her expression borders on disgust and she pulls it off over her head.
She strides over to the throne in the middle of the room, sits down, and then holds her leg out toward me, wiggling her pointed little toes.
She’s completely naked, and I’m loathe to cover any part of her, but I don’t dare miss an opportunity to dress her in finery, and I kneel before her to do just that. It’s incredibly hard to keep my gaze from her breasts, which look very close to needing a thorough milking, but I do my best not to appear too obsessed by making sure I pay ample attention to all of her other glorious assets. Beginning at her toes.
As I had with her collar, I make donning her stocking a sensual and pleasurable experience she’ll want to repeat. I treasure every inch of her from toe-tip to just below her navel, where I buckle her cute belt in place, while she shifts restlessly on her throne. Her curls are dripping with her heavenly dew, and the leather cushion beneath her is smeared with it. She’s very ready to come, but I would rather she wait a little longer.
The barrage of images she fills my mind with make it no secret that she’s needy for my cock, but I restrain myself from granting her desires just yet. I hold up one finger and then fetch another item from the same drawer — the matching harness and mittened sleeves.
Doe-dee looks up from poking at the padded knee-sections of her new tights, and grips the arms of her throne when she sees what I’m holding up. I show her how pretty I think her large breasts will look while out on display, while her hands and arms will be kept luxuriously cozy. I hold the soft sleeves to my cheek and hesitate. “Actually, you may be too pretty wearing the whole outfit,” I say with a frown. Picturing her again makes me want to take her on the spot. Without holding back. Would it be toomuch for her? I consider it, and I shake my head. I wouldn’t go too far. She’ll let me know, and I’ll respect her boundaries.
“May I help you into them, sweet pet?” I hold them up and give her a preview of how I would slide them onto her with as much love and attention as I had her stockings.
She grips the arms of her throne more tightly as her body has a visible response to the suggestion. Her enlarged nipples have hardened into thick, ripe peaks, and I long to roll my tongue slowly around each one to whet my appetite before I latch onto her breasts and devour the powerful stream of milk I can see has been building.
Doe-dee can’t seem to sit still, and panting softly now, she holds up her arms and waits for her master to dress her as he wishes.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I rumble. I enjoy the pleasurable shiver my tone sends through her, and I give her gushing cunt a little extra face-time, pulling back just as she threatens to flutter around my tongue.
She moans and gestures for me to hurry with the clothes so I can fuck her like I imagined a few moments ago.
I swallow hard, having not meant to have shown her that level of need from me. And yet she’s not scared by it. She’s actually… asking for it.Fuck.
