Morning ritual

It’s dark as startle awake by the sound of my alarm clock. I bolt up but am instantly reminded of where I am, what I am. The choke chain around my neck tightens and I am pulled back down the floor I have been sleeping on. I relax, and as I want to rub out my eyes I hit myself in the face with what feels like a leather paw. I smile.

The door to my pen opens, and I hear Master enter. His footsteps are heavy, and he smells of leather, He always smells of leather, I wouldn’t want Him any other way. I hear how He gives the alarm clock a firm smack, turning it off. And then I hear His voice. “Good morning pup, sleep well?” In a reflex I nod, and bark once, softly. I hear the jingle of a small chain, and I gasp and grunt in surprise as I feel my nipples drawn up and then gripped by a clamp. I let out a whimper and a dog like whine. His chuckle is enough to send shivers down to my cock, and I hear Him unzip his pants, and I open up my mouth. I know what will follow.

The stream of piss hits my face, and hits my mouth. I drink as good as I can but He deliberately misses me, hitting my chest, my face, and basically all over my body. The smell is strong, dark, the taste bitter and salty. He had been drinking the night before, I could always taste it.. The piss seeps down my body and into the blanket I had been sleeping on. When I would get home from school I would change it, clean up my pen, before anything else. But I don’t worry about that now. The flow ends, and my Master speaks, with a soft, dark voice “Breakfast time pup”

I try to sit up but am held back by the choke chain, which digs into my throat, cutting off my breath, making the entire sensation all the more exciting for me. Master pushes my head down, and loosens the chain a little, then I feel encapsulated in leather. Master is sitting down on my chest, with His knees both at a side of my head, and I can smell his cock, right in front of me. Eagerly I open my mouth, and dart out for it, straining against the chain.

Masters cock slides into my mouth, and I take it in all the way, until my nose is rubbing against the thick curly hairs. It doesn’t take long for Him to let go of all common courtesy and take His dog. My head finds it’s way down onto the blanket, and I hold on for dear life, trying not to gag as He fucks my mouth hard and deep and I am lost in his smell. As He cums in my mouth I drink deep of him, his body tenses and his firm muscled thighs grip my head and make me feel dizzy, I feel like I am floating. Then he gets up, and it is all gone.

As I lay there panting I heard the click of a padlock opening and His voice soon follows “Heel” He commands and as I feel my choke chain loosen up before being tugged upwards. I roll over, and rise to all fours. He yanks the chain and I move, not sure to where I am going, as I am still blindfolded but making sure I am simply following in His footsteps. The chain of my nipple clamps chiming softly as I crawl. I feel that we leave the soft wooden boards of the hallway and swap them for the cool tiles of the bathroom, and I feel sad as the feeling dawns on me that soon things will change.

I feel how Master undoes the leash to my chain, and then I feel His strong arms under my chest, he lifts me into the bathtub, I sit there, shivering a little as the piss on my body cools me down, but not for long.

A warm stream hits me again, but this time it is just water, warm water. I let out an appreciative moan as I feel Masters hand on me, rubbing my back and shoulders which are slightly tense from sleeping on the cold floor. He soaks my hair and runs his hand through it, I feel like I am in heaven, warm and caressed by Master. Masters touch leaves for a second, but returns with a cold jolt all over my spine, I grin though as the washing cloth is soon to follow, scrubbing me clean. He rubs the shampoo all over me, cleaning me with the cloth.

I let out a soft whine as Master touches my cock and balls, with a grunt I rub my cock against Masters hand, this transgression is met with Masters hand, firmly cupping my balls and squeezing them hard. I have to bite down not to make a sound. I know He doesn’t like it, but it has been so long ago. Masters hand leaves my balls, and I whimper a sigh of relief. The cloth is left some where on my back but I feel His hands moving to my ass. First there is one finger, then a second, lathered with soap he slips them into me. I moan, and force myself to stand still, to let Him have His way with me. Dipping my head down I let out a pleasured whine, and pant with my mouth open.

He loves this sight, I know he does. And He loves grooming me like this. I once asked, out of courtesy of course why He did it, and told Him that if it was to much work I could do it myself, at that time I didn’t feel worthy of such a lush treatment. His answer was simple, and I never dared to question Him after that.

“You’re a dog boy, dogs don’t wash themselves properly, humans wash dogs properly. Besides, I’m here to take care of you, not vice versa”

I get snapped out of this wonderful memory by the feeling of a third finger and a firm yank of my nipple clamps, which by now are sending cold shivers into my chest and down my spine. I whine again, shiver, and squirm in his ministrations. And then it all stops, “Sit” I hear Him command and I pull my body up, and lean my ass down on my heels, I pull my paws up in front of me. One by one the leather paws are removed, but I still keep my hands clenched in the fists. He touches them, and softly, gently massages my hands as I flex them for Him.

“Open up” is the following command, and obediently still keeping my “paws” in front of my chest I open my mouth. The minty taste of the toothpaste is odd on my taste buds that have up to now tasted only His piss. I smile though, as this is by far the oddest part of the grooming. Master brushes my teeth, tells me to spit, brushes them again and I spit again before he puts the shower head in front of my mouth, and I rinse. A quick ruffle of my hair ends the ceremony with those two dreaded words. “Stand up”

I rise slowly in the bath and Master guides me as I step out, still blindfolded. He welcomes me with a warm towel, rubbing my skin dry, carefully, gently. His strong arms wrap around me and I lean against Him, slowly coming to my human senses again. When he I done drying I hear Him turn around, I place my hands on the back of my head, and spread my legs so my feet are aligned with my shoulders. “It’s Friday” he says softly and I feel my stomach flutter up.

Friday, the day before the weekend, the day Master normally teases me endlessly, the day I simultaneously dread and love the most. It is Masters way to prepare me for the weekend, to give me a small taste of what is to come.

“Grab em” Master is not a man of many words, but I know exactly what he means and bend down at the waist, grabbing my ankles with my hands. I feel a cool gel on my ass and then some probing, a large foreign objects starts to push into my ass, it gets bigger and bigger and then suddenly nothing, and my sphincter closes around the small part of the large plug Master has just entered into me. I moan softly, grateful for the size, it isn’t as big as last time, but will still give me a good hard time. The tug on my chain tells me I can stand back up, and I let out another appreciative moan as I stand back up, feeling the plug fill me. “Left” And I raise my left leg, from here on it is routine, lovely routine, but still routine. I slide my leg into a set of leather shorts, and after His command my right leg follows.

The shorts are strapped tightly, around my legs, and my waist and the distinct click of the four padlocks tells me I am secure until I get back home. He will not let me use the toilet, or touch myself for that matter. Not that I would without the shorts, but Master doesn’t like me going out unprotected. He pulls a shirt over my head, it’s black, I know this because it always is, and it always has a nice text on the front, mostly things like “Slave”, “Slut” or “Dog” which give me the odd looks in school and down the road, but I wear it with pride.

With my underwear secure what follows are my leathers, they are slick, smooth, a bit baggy and very comfortable to wear. He taps my foot, I raise it, and the boot around it follows, being laced up by Him. The same process is repeated on my other foot, and as he pulls my arms through the holes in the leather vest I wear I know there is only one thing left to do before the blindfold comes off.

Master pulls my choke chain, he pulls it tight and down and I slide to my knees, feeling the soft bulge of leather of his crotch against my face. Feeling the chain dig into the skin of my throat, feeling how it partially cuts off my breath. He lets go, and comes back a few seconds later. Another yank on the chain, it’s tight again, but not so tight it cuts off breath, though tight enough to make sure I feel it is there. Another click, I love that click, it is a simple big brass padlock, but on closer inspection it has the words “Owned dog, If found please return to it’s Master” Engraved on it. I blush as He draws me up, I feel his lips meet mine, he kisses me and I keep my eyes closed as the leather slides from my eyes, His hand grips the hairs on the back of my head and hold me against His lips. I open my eyes, and look deep into His deep, dark, commanding brown eyes, and sigh happily.

Master guides me downstairs, we still have twenty minutes before we have to go. In the kitchen He cuffs my hands behind my back with one of the cuffs ever present on His belt, I kneel down next to His chair as He has breakfast, and appreciatively lick His fingers as He feeds me scraps of bacon and egg. This is one of the most precious, silent and most gentle moments we share every day.

As the clock strikes 8 I move to the door, lifting his bag in my mouth, my hands still cuffed behind my back, and move to the car. I place the bag into the booth, and slide into the passenger’s seat, Master straps me in, pats me on the head softly and drives off. The handcuffs don’t come off until we have reached my school. He undoes my seatbelt, and unlocks the cuffs, rubbing my wrists softly. Then before the entire school yard to see I lean in, and kiss Him, and He is happy to comply in my submissive display. He grabs my hairs again and holds me in a kiss which seems to last a century. He gently nudges me out of the car, looks at me over his sunglasses. “3pm, here, don’t be late” I smile, look down to the seat and whispers “Yes Master”

Proudly displaying my choke chain I hear the car peel out behind me, the looks I get from fellow students is a mix of disgust, ignorance and in some eyes I see jealousy. It’s the same thing every day, every morning, except for the weekends.

But that’s another story altogether…

Cyborgpuppy 05/2006