My little dog

It's funny, you look at me like a little beaten puppy who's lost and can't find its mother. You want to whimper pitifully, but you're holding back with your last strength. You want to appear strong, but I know you're a weak-willed slave, you're my puppy... my devoted, loyal dog. You come to my voice, to my scent... you are weak and pathetic... But still, I love you... like my possession, which I've grown accustomed to over this year.

Today I came home tired from work, as if I'd completed the entire month's workload in one day. You understood this without words when you opened the door for me.

I came in and sat on the pouf, and you knelt down and began gently and caringly taking off my shoes, kissing every centimeter of my slightly sweaty feet... you reveled in their scent, deeply inhaling their aroma... slightly pungent and sour... you savored it like a bouquet of fine wine... In pleasure, you closed your eyes... your eyelashes were lowered... I looked down at you and, despite my fatigue, laughed cheerfully. You looked so ridiculous in those piggy slippers, white briefs, and apron))). You opened the door for me in what you were wearing because you were cooking dinner for me.

You always manage to please me with your culinary delights. And today I can smell meat and fresh vegetables coming from the kitchen.

You, drawing out your words, said: — — "Mistress, I bought red wine... Your favorite..."

I looked at you with a somewhat absent gaze, because my thoughts were still there, in the paperwork at work... Then the phone rang, my mobile vibrated in my bag and I seemed to snap out of it... Ruffling your bangs, I deftly took out the phone. It was my boss calling... And what does that bitch want from me, since the workday ended like three hours ago.

I ordered you to get up and go to the kitchen to wait for me. You unquestioningly carried out my order. After talking on the phone, I entered the kitchen. You were sitting so pitifully on the edge of the chair, pouring wine into my glass. Then you jumped up, pulled out the chair for me... I sat down, took the glass in my hand... leaned my head back and sank into sweet bliss... and you sat on the floor in front of me and began massaging my feet, with light and gentle movements of your hands you seemed to lull me to sleep...

I took a sip of wine... licking my dry lips, I looked at you...

And then added: — — "Well, what are you sitting for, kiss them and don't delay..."

You seemed to lose your head, began kissing with such passion... licking my toes, sucking on them... nibbling... I raised my other foot and placed it on you... I felt how tense your body was, how a fine tremor ran through you... At some point you slowed your movements and I pressed my foot against the back of your head, as if impaling you on my foot... I tried to push my foot deeper and deeper into your throat... I understood it was hard for you to breathe, that you were short of air... but that turned me on even more... taking another sip of wine, I pushed you away, kicking you in the shoulder...

You rasped: "Thank you, Mistress, for your kindness... Are you hungry?"

 — — "Of course, what do you think?!"

You bustled about, put food on a plate for me and brought it, kneeling... whispered: "Mistress, will you allow me to sit next to you at your feet?"

 — — "Yes... but be quiet..."

Crossing my legs and taking a couple of sips of wine, I squinted and thought... ah, how good it is to come home after a hard day's work...)))))))