Obedience and Shame
He was crying. He felt shame that someone might see him like this. That someone would know that this was what he wanted. But he couldn't stop.
MM had a gleam in Her eyes. She was the sole witness to his degradation.
She made him surrender his dignity. He was Her slave. He was Her pet. Her control was total. He sucked on Her index finger moving in and out of his mouth. She insisted he look only into Her eyes, kneeling at the edge of the bed where She sat. He was allowed to fondle himself as he sucked and stared, caring only about obeying Her. Her voice was reassuring, erasing his doubt with every move of Her finger.
MM arranged his schedule and duties. She had demanded that all financial accounts and passwords be provided Her. Her control was an ever-expanding journey into submission. She had given him a new name, one of Her choosing. His history and autonomy were gone. MM's words reverberated in the recesses of his re-programmed mind.
Approaching climax, MM ordered him to whimper. Like a dog. Her finger pumped faster, in and out of his mouth. Her eyes were oceans. The climax buckled his knees, leaving him a crumpled mound at Her feet. MM kept repeating "Good boy... Good boy... You're my good boy."
She wiped the tears from his eyes with Her beautiful fingers. "You want a treat, good boy? Goodboy want a treat? Wag your tail for me, good boy. "He had returned from the bathroom to clean himself, and on all fours he literally wagged his backside for Her. MM seemed immensely pleased, and completely confident in Her total control over him.
"Good boy," She said once more, rising and walking away. She snapped Her fingers, and he crawled behind Her as She walked.