Surprise Training

"Not yet you aren't," he responded, spanking me hard and pumping up the plug even more.

I held myself on the brink of an orgasm, crying in ecstasy that I couldn't release.

"Please let me cum sir!" I screamed.

"Cum. Now," he instructed pumping up the plug once more as I shook uncontrollably from the force of my orgasm, cumming all over his dick and feeling him cum inside me at the same time.

He pulled out and went in front of me.

"Clean it," he instructed.

I opened my mouth dutifully and took his cock into my mouth, cleaning off the mix of both of our cum.

He undid my hand and leg restraints but left the clamps on and the plug in and the collar on. He pushed me to my knees in front of the puddle of cum on the floor behind where I had been.

"Clean up your mess," he told me, pushing my face into it.

I licked it up as he watched me, stroking my hair.

When I finished, I tried to stand up and he pushed me back down to my knees.

"You get to stay down there, slut. I might want you to suck my dick and I want your mouth right there."

"Yes master," I answered obediently.

"You can request one thing, slut," he told me.

"Can you please take this butt plug out, sir?" I asked timidly.

I was surprised when he actually deflated it and pulled it out. But he went into his bag and pulled out a sizable butt plug that had a tail on the end.

"You're going to be my little pet. You will have this in unless you are going to the bathroom. I don't want you to forget that you are my slut and your holes are for me to use however I want whenever I want," he instructed.

He took ahold of my leash and started to walk out of the room. I tried to stand up to follow.

"Down. You can't walk. You will crawl behind me," he said, spanking my ass hard.

I crawled behind him, the tail swinging as the butt plug move around inside my ass and the clamps rubbing and jingling.

We got to the kitchen and he told me to sit in the corner and wait for my food. He brought his salad to the table and set a plate next to him on the floor for me.

"Pets don't get to eat at the table. I'll let you use your hands this time because you've been good," he explained.

"Thank you, master," I answered, using my fingers to gather up some lettuce and cheese and dressing.

"Now that I know your little secret, you're my slave. If you don't want to be, you can leave right now," he said, giving me the choice.

I responded by shaking my ass, wagging my tail and jingling for him.