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kajiruspet -> Summoned to a Free Woman's chambers (3/6/2012 7:55:07 AM)
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The Whip Mistress knocked and we waited, I remained on all fours at booted feet, simply glad to be in from the cold.
"Who is it?" called a woman's voice, distracted.
"Whip Mistress Angeliki, with the kajirus you requested Lady Nikki."
The door opened, and I sensed I was looked down at, so I looked up from her soft sequined, gold dainty slippers. She held some papers, long and yellow, in one hand.
"It is fluffy, is it not?" she asked.
"Whmpr," I replied.
She chuckled. “Ah, yes the he-quadruped, from the training yards. You scrub up well. I wasn’t quite sure what was underneath all that mud.”
She regarded the Whip Mistress. "I had forgotten," she said. "He was to be sent to my chamber this evening, I am working but it is of no matter. Leave him with me.”
"Yes, Lady Nikki," I said.
"Heel fluffy," she said. She closed the door behind me.
She was wearing a high, ornate collar, fastened by a silver clasp.
I entered the room on all fours following her me, excited that with her every step, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of the back of her bare heels and ankles. I had not seen such female sights for a long time. My denial was extreme and troublesome but for being kept out in the cold yard. How I longed for sexual relief. With a simple hand signal, she indicated when I should stop. I then knelt, naked and collared.
"I am attending to the details of business," she said. “So I can not play with you.”
"Whmpr," I replied.
She laughed, “Such a good pet, so you best make yourself useful.”
I looked up inquisitively.
“I went hunting today, as you saw, earlier when I first saw your out in the training yard, I too was out in the snow. My boots still have ice in them. I thought of you, a he-quadruped, would be perfect to clean them.”
I emitted a “Whmpr.”
She indicated the boots, sitting in a pool of melting ice. Her boots were of the fur of sea sleen, trimmed, too, with larl fur. They looked expensive, probably of higher value than me, I thought ironically.
“Show me what a good he-quadruped you are then fluffy; tongue out, clean every inch slowly and carefully.”
I crawled to her boots and bent my head to my task and started to lick, suck and chew, the boot fur of the boots tangy and wet in my mouth. Tears in my eyes, that I had been reduced to this, I moved my head as needed to clean her boots.
She worked quietly, thoughtfully. Sometimes she would remove one paper from the group, and add another. Occasionally she would make a notation on one of the papers with her marking stick. Several Ehn went by. I did not disturb her, despite my need to rinse my mouth from the mud and dirt I had cleaned away from her boots. I knew she was working. She was a businesswoman, with demanding and intricate responsibilities
At one point I was aware that I was being regarded, as I worked naked, chewing the ice from her boots. Helplessly I bit and chewed carefully, but looked up at the Mistress, the fur of the boot in my mouth.
"Continue your work, fluffy" she told me.
I continued to free the fur of the tiny bits of ice, biting and chewing. When I had broken the ice from a place on the boot, I would place my mouth over that place, breathing upon it, softening and melting the residue of ice there. Then, with my tongue, I would lick the fur smooth, removing mud and other dirt.
She watched for a while, before turning back to her work.
Some ahn later, when I was finished with both boots with my teeth I placed them in dry place for her inspection and knelt.
The Mistress continued work though, as she sat at a desk, her back to me, and gave her attention to the papers which she had now placed upon it. She held a marking stick in her right hand.
I was ignored and neglected. I would be summoned, if needed. I was mesmerized by the glimpse of her bare feet I got as she worked. It was pure bliss. Despite the taste of my mouth, I could not help myself but grow hard and start to form a puddle of my own drips between my knees.
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