Once inside her plush home, Mistress Serah tossed her work bag onto a chair and sighed heavily, her eyes drifting towards the sound of her pet's chains rattling against the steel bars of his cage. She approached the cell, the human pet inside nervously shifting his gaze between the key ring in her hand and the zipper of her pants. With an affirmative grunt, she unlocked the door and yanked him out by the collar around his thick neck.
"Welcome home, my little toilet slave," she purred, her tone dripping with seduction despite the menacing glint in her eyes. Setting the key ring down on a nearby table, Mistress Serah removed her panties and stepped out of them, exposing her smooth pussy to the waiting pet before she proceeded to climb atop his back.
As always, the pet did not hesitate to obey, knowing what was expected of him. Moaning softly under the weight of his mistress, he bent his knees slightly so as to press the crown of his head against the floor, presenting his face at just the right angle for her to grind her hips against it as she willed. Groaning with need, he dutifully buried his tongue deep inside her pussy, flicking his tongue against her sensitive bud and lapping up every drop of her arousal.
Mistress Serah's body shook with pleasure as she rode her pet's face, the heat from her aching cunt melting his eyelashes together. A rush of hot fluid poured down his throat, and as her orgasm finally subsided, she pulled away with a satisfied smirk, leaving a trail of her juices trickling down his chin.
With a stern tone that belied her flushed cheeks, she commanded, "Clean yourself up, pet." She stood and watched as he rose slowly to his feet, the chains clinking together ominously as he moved about the small cell to collect a basin of water and a cloth. Once he had done as ordered, he knelt before her once again, waiting for further instructions.
Seeing his expectant gaze directed at her crotch, Mistress Serah chuckled darkly, a sound that held no mirth. "Oh, haven't I taught you better than that, pet?" She grabbed a meat tenderizer from a nearby drawer and approached him slowly, her foot nudging his crotch through his leather pants suggestively.
"You want another taste?" she growled, raising the metal implement menacingly as he laid his head down for her. Without further warning, she brought it down hard against his forehead, the hollow thunk echoing around the room as pain shot through his skull and mingled with the rush of anticipation coursing through his veins.
"Not yet," she purred, the cruel smile never leaving her lips as she walked away, leaving him confused and aching for more. Instead, she lifted up a chain leash and snapped it onto his collar, then led him out of the room and into another part of the house.
There, she sat him down on the floor and grabbed a large, clear plastic cup from a nearby shelf. "Drink up," she commanded, holding the cup beneath her pussy and filling it with steaming golden juices. She tilted the cup slightly for him, allowing some of the liquid to drip down his chin, and as he opened his mouth to accept the first sip, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him—a quiet desperation in the face of his mistress's mercurial whims.
