Vampire Pet

I laid asleep on the cold wet floor of my cell; I can hear water dripping from the pipes above me. I shiver in the dark, dreaming of home, and what it would it be like to be free. I heard the door to the dungeon door open on its hinges, but pretending not to hear it. I continued to ignore everything around me, ad I heard cell door opened. I could feel the man who I call “master” stare down at me like daggers going though my heart and I curled up into a ball.

“Morning,” his voice sounded cool and gentle to me; I guessed he must have had calm down from our recent fight. I waved, gesturing for him to let me sleep. “Morning, Alex.” he said again, gently nudging me with his shoe to wake me. I stirred and motion him to go away again; I knew that he was pissed off with me. “I said ‘Morning!” this time his voice bellowed and bounced off the cell walls. He flicked on a switch to a remote he carried around in his pocket, and I scream as electricity shot though my body. I groaned when the pain subsided, and stared up at my master through sleepy eyes.

“Have a good sleep?” he asked, the corners of his mouth turned up right into a small smirk. I quickly nodded, massaging my neck from the pain. He walked over to me, “that’s good to hear.” He scratched the top of my head softly before holding it out in front of me. I stared at him for a moment before nuzzling up against his hand, licking and sucking on his fingers. “That’s a good boy,” he moaned, running his free hand though my hair. “Hay, not now,” he yelled, and he switched the shock caller back on. I yelled and stopped short of my actions. I had reached up to his pants zipper, and I sat back down.

I hated the collar I ware. When he first bought me and placed the collar, he forgot that he left it on, and I speak for almost two weeks. But after nine months of being his pet, I have learned to behave for my master. I whimpered at the pain, and he smiled. “There, there, my pet. You’ll soon get what you want in good time.” I smiled at his words, and gave a small moan at what I wanted.

He took out a thin leather leash out of his pocket and attached it onto my caller. “Ready for today?” he asked, and I gave a loud bark and ran out the cell. I tugged at my master’s arm, almost pulling it out of his socket. He tugged on my leash a few times and I knew that if I didn’t stop I would get zap, so I stopped at the stairs and let him lead me up the stairs. He led me into the entrance hallway, and up the main staircase, I knew where he was taking me, and I whimpered with joy. He led me to his bedroom and into the adjacent door to the right---the bathroom. My master would wash me every week on Fridays, but as I crawled into the bathroom, I realized that today was Tuesday.

“I having company over tonight.” he said, removing the leash and collar from me. He turned away from me for a bit, turning on the hot water.

“Who’s coming over?” I asked, as he pulled down my clothes, reveling myself to him.

“By boss and his family.” he replied. He stripped and I licked my lips, I loved my master’s body. My master worked for some big advertising company and got paid to come up with new ideas to sell their products. However, he hasn’t told me what he sales yet. When he was undressed, we stepped into the shower together and he began washing himself first.

“Come here,” he said when he was finished. He motion for me to come under the water, and I slid under the water with him. He pressed against me when I was under, and he pressed his hands and lips against my skin. I opened for him, letting his tongue roll onto mine, and he started playing with it. I moaned out as our tongues danced in and out of each other’s mouths. His tongue slid farther down my throat, and he wrapped his arms around as he pressed me up against the wall behind me. I groaned he moved his mouth down my jaw line, and I arched my back. My master did all the work when we were together, while I relaxed my body and does whatever he tells me to do. A pet is to obey his master, and does whatever he is told---during sex or cleaning the house. But my master is different; he doesn’t tell me to do that often. The only time he tells me what to do is when we are fucking.

I nip and lick at his jaw bone in return, and we change places. He was now leaning up agent the wall, and I was grinding my hips against his. I Smile and run my mouth down to his neck, sucking and nipping at it, giving him hickey after hickey. He moaned out at my touch, and I smirk but gasp out as he placed a finger up my entrance. I stopped grinding my hips and leaned up against him. He smirked and started to wash me as I cover him with nips, licks and wet kisses over his body. As I near his cock, my licks got longer before I finally engulf him, sucking, bobbing, and roaming my tongue around him as he wash my hair. I close my eyes and enjoy the thrill as I suck on him, playing with his ball sac as I sucked him dry.

“Ah…good boy.” he moaned out as he rises out my hair and came into my mouth. I wipe away his cum that escapes from my mouth and gave my master a peck on his lips.

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“I’ll see you around three,” my master said as I help him on with his green cape. I stood in the door frame of the entrance hall, all showered and cleaned. “And when I get home you need to help me with the dinner, we’re having stake tonight.” I smiled and licked my lips, “Be a nice pet while I’m away,” and he kissed me goodbye, “And no messes,” he added as he opened door behind him, leaving me all alone for the day.

I gave a huge sigh when I closed the door behind him. I was happy that he was gone. Even thought I love my master, I kind of hate him still. I walked off into my master’s library and flop down into an arm chair and started to day dream. I played with my dog tag that was given to me when I was first bought. Though I wasn’t always a pet. I wasn’t even born in this country, or even from this world. Yet I am stuck here till I can find a way back home. I have been going though my master’s library though his books trying to find a way back. I still remember the day that my whole life changed; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I sighed again when I got up off the chair, I had drawled too long on the past and I needed to move on. Walking over to the stack of books I had made a few days earlier, I sat down and began looking through them for a way home.