Read My Kink

Shortly after coming downstairs, Sir let me out of the cage.  At this point, I had gotten slightly restless and really wanted to play fetch or go for a walk, or do something that wasn’t sitting and staying still.  I barked at him, hoping that he would let me do something active, and got happy when he went upstairs to get the Tennis ball on a string.  I sat in front of him, staring at the ball and panting.  I wanted so much to play fetch with him.

When he finally threw the ball, I fought with the cats over who would bring it back to him.  Ultimately, I won; grabbing the ball with my teeth and crawling back to Sir.  He threw the ball within the living room a few more times; and then made things more interesting by throwing the ball into the basement.  Crawling down the stairs was not an easy task, and though I wanted to just let myself roll down and grab the ball, I knew better and took things slowly.   On one of the last times around, I decided to hold on to the ball, tugging playfully at it and not letting Sir take it from me.  That didn’t last long, because my teeth are only so strong.  I truly felt like a pet.

The day was full of tickling.  I am a very ticklish person; and sometimes, even the mere thought of being tickled makes me giggle.  Miss decided to use this to her advantage and tickled me lots that day.  As the day progressed, I learned to listen to her, to put my arms up when she told me to, even if it meant getting tickled.  I am slowly building my trust with Miss, and I hope that it will continue to grow in the weeks to come.

In addition to all of the “happier” (wrong word, I’ll find a better one later) activities, I also received a spanking that day; and even the spanking was “happy.”  It was a rather light spanking, and was coupled with Miss scraping a fork or that jagged metal thing from Home Depot (I’m not sure which) on my legs.  While I enjoy both sensations, I have to admit that getting spanked and feeling that metal thing at the same time was not necessarily pleasant.  It was not unpleasant either; but I think the metal tool being scraped across my legs as Sir spanked me, distracted me from the pain I so desperately craved.  It got to a point where I was just annoyed; but at the same time, I wanted to be a good pet for Miss; so I just laid there and tried to tune it out.  More than anything, I wanted to give Miss what she wanted.  It is something that I am working on; to obey Miss the same way I do Sir; and while I am still nowhere near where I want to be, it is getting better.

I have to admit that I enjoyed having to bark at the door every time I needed to use the bathroom, or  having to drink out of a bowl, to be walked on a leash, and to crawl around all day.  I cannot remember exactly what happened for the rest of the day.  I had several orgasms, wrote a blog entry from inside the cage, and stayed in the cage while Sir and Miss went out to rent a few movies.  Though they were not gone out for long, staying in the cage in a quiet house was really calming.  I watched a bit of Law & Order before zoning out a bit, and getting lost in my daydreams.

When Sir and Miss returned, it was time for me to suck Sir’s cock.  I got over a mental block that day.  Before, when I was sucking cock, I would always swallow my spit, leaving Sir’s cock dry, and never letting a drip drizzle down the shaft.  That day, I learned to be messy.  I opened my mouth more, and did not try to swallow my spit.  I just let everything drip.  It was hard for me at first, because I preferred it when things were neat and tidy; but Sir continued to reassure me and reminded me periodically to open my mouth more.  I could not help but picture myself as a dog, drooling all over a chew toy.  The only difference was that I was not chewing; but choking.  When Sir’s cum squirted out, I was so focused on opening my mouth, that Sir’s cum ended up everywhere BUT in my mouth.  I guess I have my work cut out for me.

Sir had given Miss a task for that night.  Before midnight, she was to put one of her fingers into my cunt.  The assignment sounded easy enough; but for Miss, it was a huge step.  The whole time, Miss was scared of hurting me; of causing me the same pain that she feels when her cunt is played with.  I kept reassuring her and telling her that there was no pain, that it felt good, and that I was enjoying myself.  I was not sure if what I was saying was enough; but Miss told me later that it was.

It felt good to have Miss open up and play with my cunt.  Though I may not have shown it, or even realised it at the time, I was more than happy that she was being a more active participant in our exchange.  I was proud of her for crossing over an imaginary line, and for being open to exploring my cunt.

Sir showed her several positioning options for her fingers and also held her find my G spot.  By the end of the night, Miss had given me a lot of pleasure, and had even hit the spot near my cervix that I adore.  I could feel her touch increasing in confidence, as time went by and look forward to more intimate touching from Miss.

Overall, that day was a lot of fun.  While the mood was a little bit too “happy” (that’s the wrong word, but I can’t find a better one) than I am used to, or than I normally would like, it was a nice change of pace.  Sleep came very easily for me that night, as I took my place in the cage and drifted off to dreamland.

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