The Perfect Pet Slut - Part One

Once upon a time there was a man called Craven. He had a pet slut who lived under his desk at home. He loved his pet slut, and she loved him, and loved to make her master happy. Whenever he called her name, she would go to him, and please him in any way she could. 

Slut wore a collar with her name on it, and she was very proud of her collar, it was red, and the letters of her name had been engraved onto a tag such as dog collars had. Whenever her master was there, he held the leash clipped onto her collar, and when he was working at his desk, it was looped over a hook next to his hand so that he could reach it easily and keep her under control.

Slut's day was a busy one from morning to night. Every morning she would wake up a little earlier than her master, then creep softly into his room, and wake him up, she was very careful to do this properly, and very glad that he always slept on his back to make it easier for her. First, she would pull back the covers gently, and then kneel on the bed, then she would wrap her lips softly around his cock, kissing and caressing it with her tongue, his cock was wonderful, and the only one she ever wanted to suck, she liked to show her appreciation with her mouth, and smiled around his cock as it grew hard, and eventually he moaned as he started to wake up. When he held her hair in his hands and started to guide her head up and down his shaft, she knew she'd done a good job so far, he was awake, and happy. Next, most of the time, she would climb higher up the bed and straddle him, taking him deep inside her pussy. She would smile down at him before starting to ride, slowly at first, then faster and harder, sometimes he would lie there and let her do all the work, and sometimes he would play with her nipples, holding them tightly, making her pull on them as she bounced up and down on him. She loved this, and rode him even harder, until he would flip her over onto her back, their favourite position, then he'd pin her legs down onto the bed, glad that she was so flexible, and he'd fuck her as hard as he could until she begged him for her first orgasm of the day. He hardly ever denied her, and only as she came for the second time, did he grab her hips to crush them together with his, burying himself deep inside her and gasping as his own orgasm tore through him. They would lie there for a little while then, wrapped around each other, listening to the beating of their hearts. Then slut would clean his cock, enjoying the taste of her cum and his mixed together. 

It was the best start that Slut could possibly imagine for any day, and she loved that there were so many more hours left in the day.