A Faithful Slave

Story by Atharen McDohl on SoFurry

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#4 of Varied Shorts

This was pretty fun to write. Took a few turns I didn't expect, but I thought it'd be better if I didn't plot this one out at all. Hope you enjoy!


I am alone. It's dark, though I'm unable to see this for myself with the blindfold over my eyes. I only know it's dark because I know where I am. Master has left me kneeling in the closet while He has friends over, and I am not to let them see me. I suppose Master doesn't want these friends to know He has a slave, but it is not my place to make these assumptions. I am a slave. I simply obey and don't question.

Still, there is little enough to do while I'm stuck in the closet. The gag in my mouth may prevent words from coming out, but Master's order is what truly keeps me from vocalizing. I cannot move my arms, bound to my ankles by the leather cuffs around each. Even my tail is kept still, strapped to my back by two straps of leather, buckled tight on my belly and chest. A small chastity cage, currently working hard at its purpose, fits over my cock to ensure I do not have the urge to paw off while Master is entertaining. My ass is plugged, keeping it prepared for whatever Master wants. I have little doubt that Master will want His slave ready the moment His friends are gone.

The only other thing I wear is my collar, the ultimate symbol of my submission to Master. I want to run my fingers over it, to feel the leather around my neck. Bound as I am, I can only shift my Adam's apple beneath it, taking pleasure in knowing what I am. Finding comfort in it. It's good to belong to Master. I don't know how long these friends will be here. Ten minutes? An hour? Several hours? It doesn't matter, I am simply here to obey, and I will wait as long as Master wants me to. All I know is that if I let myself be found, I will be punished. Perhaps I will be rewarded if I do well, but Master has promised no such thing. Though I will yet have a reward. Seeing the look of pride on His face, knowing I did well for Him. There is little reward that could be better.

I can hear them, laughing about something in the other room. I almost whine with need, wanting to be there serving Master. But I am not to let myself be heard. Instead I picture myself there, on all fours to be Master's footrest before his friends. Perhaps at some point Master will have me lick His feet instead, let me draw my tongue over them. I drool a little at the thought, and it falls onto my chest. Nothing I can do about it, but I don't care much. Minutes tick by as more and more of these scenarios run through my head, each a little more lewd than the last as my need and desire grows. The plastic sheet beneath me thankfully keeps my pre from staining the carpet as it drips out of my caged member.

I'm halfway through sucking down Master's cock when I hear footsteps approaching. More than one set. My heart skips one beat, making up for it by speeding up. I worry that the beats alone will be heard. A few words of conversation make it to me as they get closer still, but I'm too anxious to make them out. Why were they coming? Had I been discovered? I must remain still and silent for Master, I must not give myself away. The footsteps pass, headed toward the kitchen. Very cautiously, I let out a slow breath of relief. I hadn't failed Master.

Time continues passing as it always does, and I feel the ache of my restraints by the time the footsteps return to the living room. Still I make no sound of complaint. This is my place. I remind myself of the shame I would bring Master if I made noise, stilling myself further. The sound of a video game drifts to me, and I focus on that, imagining the play going on between Master and His friends. I let it distract me from the ache in my back and knees as the minutes still slip by.

Hunger begins to gnaw at me, and I pray my stomach keeps quiet as well. Just in case, I clench my stomach to see if it helps. Fortunately, no growling escapes. Thirst also demands my attention. Far worse than the hunger, I cannot ignore it. I know my water dish is right there in front of me, but with the gag in my mouth I cannot drink. A full dish of fresh, crisp water right before me, and I can have none of it. Just as well, I console myself. Getting down to drink would almost certainly create noise, especially with the sheet of plastic there. Still it draws on me, lips parched even beyond my mouth, spread as they are by the gag.

A few tears escape my eyes. I'm unsure what drives them. Determination, sure. The needs and desires lying unfulfilled inside of me definitely play a part. I give into the tears and let them fall, but let out no sobs. Tears alone, anything more would shame Master, and I cannot do that to Him. Still, I long to serve Him. Just to have the chance to bring Him a drink, even to kneel beside Him. Anything. Anything at all to feel Master's presence. The tears soak my blindfold, and I can feel the chill wetness through my fur. Still I wait. Silent.

I smell pizza, causing my hunger to leap back to the front of my mind. I can feel a gurgle building in my belly and do all I can to prevent it, but to no avail. A low rumble sounds, and the tears leak more freely into the fold. I pray nobody heard. Please, let them all be distracted. Don't let my failure shame my Master. No steps come. Not until a timer goes off in the kitchen. The game is paused and the group returns to the kitchen, presumably to eat. I keep my stomach clenched even tighter than before, determined not to fail again. I cannot. I will not. Delectable scents fill my nose, and I feel myself breaking down. I want it so much, just a little. The shame I feel for wanting it against Master's wishes brings more tears, and still I wait.

The footsteps return, and I tense myself again to be extra silent while they pass. But they don't. They stop right outside the door. Fear shocks my body. This was it, then. I failed. My head hangs in shame as a paw touches the doorknob. I cry yet more as it turns. The door creaks just a little bit when it opens. Paws that can only be Master's remove my blindfold and the first thing I see is His face just inches from mine.

Smiling.

Confusion races through me. I can see the His friends behind him... Blinking away my tears, my jaw drops in realization. One of the two stands, looking very annoyed as he clutches the other's leash. The one that kneels. I look back to Master's face. All along his friends were master and slave. Why was I not allowed to join them? No. It is not my place to question. Master gives me a little kiss on the forehead and removes my gag as well. "My faithful slave," he says, still smiling. "You've done so well."

"I still think you cheated somehow," the other master says. "I've never had a slave last more than five hours before."

"That's because your slaves don't love serving you." He smiles again at me and reaches down to unbind my wrists. "Watch." The moment I am free, I fall down on all fours and lick Master's boots as I have been trained. Always, that is how I greet Him. I clean them with my tongue, happy to serve at last. "Even now it wants nothing more than this," he says. "Your slaves were half ready to run away. I believe you owe me some money?"

"Hmph. You'll get it." Lost in my work as I am, I don't see him turn to leave. "Come, slave," he says. "Tonight you learn to do that." I keep licking Master's boots as they depart, getting all the way down on my belly to do it. Pure bliss fills me to serve Him. He bends down and pats my head, signalling me to stop. I do so, but rest my head on His feet, longing to be with Him more.

"Good boy, slave. How do you feel?" He clips a leash to my collar and pulls me up into a sitting position, holding me.

With a little whimper, I lean into Him. "I love my Master." Knowing He wants more, I continue. "I have hunger and thirst, and my muscles ache, but I'm happy to be with Master." He nods as I speak, removing the bands holding my tail in place. I smile as He gives me a tight squeeze, losing myself in Master's embrace.

"You've earned a nice reward, slave." He pets me softly after a little gesture to my water dish. "Drink up and come to the table, slave. I'll put some pizza into your dish and once you've eaten and had a chance to relax, I'll give you the best reward I can. You were such a good boy tonight."

This time, I know exactly what causes my tears as I hug Master tightly.