Dreams. Dreams of Paradiso in between heaven and hell. Lined up in the sky, men to serve for ages. A personalized paradise awaits once I choose one. Endless romance, endless agape, endless eros. Maybe they call it heaven because pleasure is the highest, most raw form of joy. I must have been moaning in my sleep at some point, I think it was ... a while ago now. I sat there, looking at the endless field of tall spring flowers atop a tiny hill, balancing myself as I sat on my knees, trying not to fall. The grass covered me as soft as a blanket. I’ve been here for a while, post the action. I wonder when he’ll pick me up again, but for now, I’ll wait here until these thoughts fade.

???probablyAM

I woke up from an exceptionally beautifying slumber. It was one of those rare days, where no part of my body was confined to grogginess. The insides of my mouth felt gloriously empty, my nose was clear, my stomach balancing it’s systems, its temperature to ‘just right’, my face and my hair both shining radiantly against the glow of the light beaming through the window, a product of the shower last night. I felt completely refreshed from the moment I opened my eyes. And then I looked down as my senses awakened. I was naked. Someone- well, it would had to have been Sir, removed my clothes while I was sleeping. Not only that, but I felt something oddly familiar wrapped around my neck. I didn’t recognize it as anything I’ve particularly felt before, but I at least knew it was a collar ... of sorts. It felt soft, yet heavy. It’s presence could not be understated. I looked around my simple and clean room. Something about the air and what had happened during my sleep was special. I was oddly excited, curious as to where my sir was going with this.

Sir had always let me sleep in another room, since I had a hard time falling asleep without the freedom to rustle the bedsheets like a demonic zebra. In better terms, I was a restless kitten. That is, unless I was super tired. There have been times I’ve fallen asleep on his floor or collapsed in his arms after evening sex in his bed. It happens, albeit rarely. I stretched farther than the sun’s rays, dangling my toes, and set my feet on the carpet.

My mirror sat across from me, and I realized I could get a better look at the collar. Approaching it, the first thing I noticed was that the word pet was engraved into the center of the collar. That touched my heart. It held my neck firm, decisive in its choice to not slide down even a millimeter. I was impressed and overjoyed sir would give me something like this, let alone decide to surprise me with it overnight as opposed to making me open it in front of him for our mutual enjoyment. I decided to cherish the moment. It was thick and grasping, far sturdier than any collar I had previous owned. Its inner shell of soft hairs were comfortable enough for me to wear for days, and the beauty of the metal outer shell complimented me greatly. I felt beautiful in this collar. I wanted to thank him immediately.

I opened my drawers to get dressed. Nothing.

No, there was seriously nothing. No clothes. Shirts, dresses, pants- gone. Underwear drawer. Empty. Even socks. Ransacked. No, no no, I needed to be presentable! I started to panic. Even the closet where my exotic pet clothing was stored had nothing hanging on the racks. I felt a shiver of shame. I could only ask Sir what happened. Maybe we got robbed, maybe- no, that’s silly. I realized with a shred of comfort and mischievous wonder that only Sir could have done this to me, and he did it on purpose. I’d have to play his game to figure out this mystery.

Okay, back on track. 3 things. Find sir, ask where my clothes are or how to earn them back. NO! I shouted in my mind. My blue ocean dress, that was my favourite! That means it’s gone too! I stammered, continuing playing out the list in my mind. I would do whatever it takes to earn them back. So ... the clothes, thank him for the collar, then ask what my tasks are today ... or should I thank him for the collar first, so he knows I’m grateful? I know that the order of my priorities are very important. First thanking, then tasks, then maybe I’ll have earned it, but I’ll mention it to him anyways so he knows I want them back. He probably already knows I like my clothes. For all I know this might be day 1 of an entire month of nudity.

I shook the thoughts away. My task was simple. Thank him, serve him, get my rewards. Hardly different than any other day when you think about it. It just looks different because I’m missing my clothes and have this collar. Oh no. What if he’s planning to sell my clothes to pay for the collar, I mean it looked really expensive...? My thoughts were leaving my brain and into my bloodstream. I didn’t want the pressure of my worries to grow overwhelming, so I decided to start simple... “No shoes either.”

I walked right out of the room wearing absolutely nothing. As soon as I started walking, I felt a tingling. My collar was itchy or something. I tried to adjust the collar, but it didn’t really change much. It was hard to adjust anyways. I continued walking down the hallway and saw him sitting down at the table, checking his phone. I was very skilled at staying quiet, so long as I was in my socks. Barefoot made that slightly harder, but I snuck on him without him noticing. I peered over at his phone. Lots of apps open. Maps, a browser, another weird app that from a small glance I assumed had a big green call button or something.

9:05AM

I didn’t exactly know how to talk to him while ... well, nude. I was a bit nervous, as this was the first time I’d ever been this way outside of sex minus the occasional skimpy clothes that was required of me for certain chores. I wanted to inquire about my clothes first as that was the thought which clouded my entire mind, but I reminded myself how much it might frustrate him. “Hii...” I nervously stammered. “Um, thank you for-” I was clearly out of my element.

He looked back at me and cut me off in a sarcastic tone. “Why hello there my darling pet, you’ve slept awfully long!” I looked up at the clock. Shit. It’s super late. He wanted me to rest well as opposed to obeying an alarm- deciding that would be better for my productivity, so he took all forms of clocks out of my room a long time ago. But still- this late, really? “Sorry!”

“Do you remember how you were last night? I was fucking you in your sleep and I had you flustered and moaning things like “Daddy, fuck me till I die!” You had to have remembered, right?”

My cheeks grew red. “What...? I don’t remember any of that?”

“Wait. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. So you seriously don’t remember? That means you were sleep-talking? Did you have any dreams about it then? What dreams were you having? Do you even remember anything?” This kind of questioning didn’t usually escape his lips. Was I really that entertaining that he badly wants to know what was going through my mind last night?

“I ... well, I...” I didn’t exactly remember, but I did recall they were of a particularly erotic nature. “Do you recall anything at all, any random detail?” He repeated.

“They ... they were wet dreams. That’s all I remember, I think...”

“That’s my good girl, did you enjoy them?”

“I think, I- I mean I hope. I probably did.” They were coming back to me in bits and pieces. Yeah, maybe I did. A little too much.

He changed the topic, right after I remembered too! Damn. He probably wouldn’t want to hear about hot gods in fields of flowers anyways, especially if they’re not him. “Well. I’m sure you enjoyed them greatly, else you would’ve screamed bloody Mary. Anyway, fun times even if only I can remember them. So ... pet, did you like the collar?”

I remembered how happy I was waking up with it. “Yeah! I ... I do, it’s wonderful, it’s super soft and a little tingly on the inside, and III ... um, it’s ... yeah, it’s really cool the outside is nice and metallic, ohh ... Um, it’s a little tingly, sir.” In the middle of speaking, the sensation grew stronger but then died down to a full stop by the end of my speaking. I couldn’t process it.

“Well hopefully it isn’t too tingly, after all, I spent a lot of money on it just for you, pet.” I wasn’t feeling the tingles anymore.

“It’s only like that sometimes, it’s fine right now, it’s alright!”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that it was worth it for you. We’re going to be using it a lot.” It started again. I felt like I was being messed with. I grew a striking suspicion.

“Actually pet, you’re probably worrying about your clothes- don’t worry, they’re fine. I have plans.” Plans? What kind of plans? This man and his wild “plans.” It didn’t matter now, I trusted him. I knew that regardless if he planned to sell a lot of them, maybe even just the casual, usual ones, that I could at least bargain for my favourite blue dress. “I ... yeah I trust you I can earn them back, right?”

“Maybe.” He said after a pause. The look on my face was one of worry. “I’m teeeeasing you, of course you’ll be able to earn them back.” I felt stupid at his firm remark. “My blue dress is safe?”

“Yes baby, you know I wouldn’t get rid of that one. I’m well aware that’s your favourite.”

Phew. A feeling of relief washed over me as I leaned onto a chair. “Also, you took my moisturizing products and stuff away, can I have them so I can feel better when I do my chores and ALSO ... where are my chores? They’re usually on the counter but I don’t see them anywhere.” I walked back to where he was sitting as he pulled his chair back to face me.

“Ah yes, um, we’ll be saving the moisturizer and the other things for later. For now ... yes, today you’ll be doing your chores naked.” It was so matter of fact. Suddenly, the collar jerked me forward and it started to hurt. He caught me in his arms and pulled me back into his chair as the pain subsided. My suspicion had all but a conclusion. “Um...” He started to whisper in my ear.

“Two chores. Well, one isn’t really a chore, but ... Breakfast for you and dishes. And after that ... well, Daddy’s ... got the day off, kitten. You know what that means. I’ve planned something out for the both of us. I’ll tell you later” He hugged me tighter, phone still in hand. The strength of the collar was increasing, and now I confirmed the culprit. I could see the green button being pressed with an unmistakably sturdy thumb from past my shoulder, correlating with the feeling of shock through my neck muscles. I felt a chill force itself from my neck to my tailbone. It died down, and I pulled out a clever remark. “Are you gonna keep using that thing?”

“So you’ve figured it out? Yes. I am pet, and it’ll come in handy if I need to call you over or correct your behavior, isn’t that right? This is long term, I won’t use it much today- and I won’t hurt you with it, we’ll leave that to all the choking and ... other business that gets done with my hands.” His strong hands... “Right.”

“Well,” he sat up. “Go along, do your chores. I’ll be heading to my room to prepare what we’ll be doing later. After you eat and do dishes you can come straight to the bathroom, it’ll have your moisturizer and your clothes for the day- but do NOT go in there until you’re done your chores, got it?

“Yes sir.”

“Good pet.”

9:20AM

I sat down, my bare ass touching the wooden chair. It was a very unfamiliar feeling, but I somehow felt closer to reality. Only problem? I didn’t want to drop crumbs on myself. I leaned forwards as I took bites out of a blueberry muffin I had prepared the other day.

A moment and a half later, I was done my muffin, banana, and morning glass of water, and headed to do the dishes. From the corner of my left ear, I could hear sir moving things around in his room. There weren’t many dishes to take care of, but I completed my objective with extraordinary speed.

It felt wrong to be done chores this early into the morning, usually the list would take me all the way up until mid-afternoon. But- Sir probably had something planned to fill up every last minute of that time. Besides, wet-cleaning the already clean floor for the 15th day in a row would probably be a waste of time. Besides, I currently could lick it if I wanted to. This mysterious day that stood before me felt like a reward for all those heavy days I’ve been put through recently. Perhaps he was preparing for this. I heard a zipper close. Some wild new sex toy, I’m assuming? I went back into my room to lay on my bed for a bit. I never really got to do that proper since I woke up. The food filled my stomach ... a decent amount. I probably would need to eat again in a few short hours.

I tip-toed to the bathroom. I didn’t really like walking on the wooden floor with bare feet.

Opening the door, I saw it and groaned. Sir probably heard that. Fuck. The smallest 2-piece on earth. I picked it up and put it on. The top was just string with pathetic triangles, trying SO hard to cover my nipples. To be honest, I hated these types of designs. I hated the colours too. Yellow and blue, who wears that? My lower lips were trying to escape my bikini below. It felt more like a crotch rope than anything. Why the hell would he make me wear something so ugly alongside my beautiful collar? I was hoping my clothes would compliment it. At least the moisturizer wasn’t replaced with shaving cream or some other insult.

I decided to drop the attitude before Sir caught me this way and planned to act like the groan was a moan if he questioned me. I felt better after I moisturized, my skin softer than any fabric could hope to be.

9:39AM

I opened the door. “I’m ready” I said in the most enthusiastic, half-heartedly way.

I saw him enter through the front door. Good, so he didn’t hear my moan. Wait... “Huh?”

He was well dressed, in a manner that usually would cause me to drop to my knees in service ... but in an ‘after long day at work’ kind of way. This was different. I felt so inferior to him. I wanted to look good next to him ... but me ... in this? He only wore that to mock my clothing. Unexpectedly, he spoke.

“Pet, we are going to the BDSM fair together.”

My eyes widened. Every bubble of thought popped in an instant. Wh-what? I ran at him and hugged him in shocked delight. “Woah there, settle down! I haven’t told you the details!”

I let go of him and walked over to the couch, plopping down with listening intent. “We’re going to the fair, your first BDSM fair to my knowledge, and you’re going to behave, alright? No funny business.” I gleamed and nodded. “There’s going to be a lot of people, but don’t worry, just stay close to daddy and you’ll be alright. Everyone’s mature, there’s papers we’re going to have to sign once we check in. I’m going to meet some of my friends there, and-” He saw me checking out my outfit “oh, that’s right. You won’t be needing that, what you have on is a cheap bikini that cost like 2 dollars or something. We’ll be leaving it there, since they don’t permit clothes inside.

Was that like a hint, the fact that I had no clothes in my room once I woke up?

“So daddy’s gonna leave his clothes in the car once we get there. We could go with the lockers but I’d prefer that we didn’t, so I’m going to change once we get there. You, get to choose between exposing yourself in that outfit- in the passenger’s seat, or laying on the floor of the back, which is ... fairly dangerous. Could cost you your life, depending if I crash on the way there or not.”

“Ummm ... backseat, I mean, passenger seat.” I stammered, I was so excited. I had never been to a fair centered around sex before. My thoughts wandered, wondering what it was going to be like- what was going to happen!

10:01AM

We drove, and I asked him excitedly about the fair, but he would tease me- giving me only the slightest hints of answers. I whined. I noticed the bulge in his crotch getting harder. “May I service you when I get there? Please?”

“Yes, pet. You’ve been very good for me these past few days.” My endless questions were replaced with devilish glee.

It took forever to get there. I hadn’t realized the drive would be so long! The car’s digital clock read 11:39 as we finally made the last exit. “That’s funny” I thought to myself. We left no later than 9:50! Okay, maybe it was 10 by the time we entered the car. I’m not one to try to complain about long car rides- after all, any time I get with Sir- even if we sit in silence- is heavily appreciated, but I was already worried about the ride back.

My worries shattered on the pavement as I surveyed the parking lot. A huge venue. A sign near the entrance caught my eye: OPEN 10:00AM-12:00PM. I imagined the event would be alive and busy. Not only was the parking lot massive (the amount of cars were nearly filling the whole thing!) but the building- it looked like it stretched for hundreds of meters wide and long. Wide and long, wide and long...

Wide and long. We sat there, parked. My neck was tingling. As I turned to the left, it was out in front of me. I started laughing. “Oh my god that’s so funny, I was thinking about how the building was really wide and long and then you-” With one guided swoop, he shoved my head down into it and I bobbed back up in reflex, splitting a second long glance at his eyes in half as I dove right back down to continue. His sudden shove into the motions became a diligent display of service as I remembered how to do the things that made him feel fantastic.

He started growling for me, “That’s a good girl, that’s a good girl.” My head made gradually slooower and FASTER movements, changing pace at perfect increments to coerce the cum out of his balls and into my mouth. Speaking of balls, I desired to hold them, but I could tell he was already close. Another time. I developed a seductive pace. I relentlessly milked him with my mouth and he held me close, locked my head into place, and-

I was tempted to bite, but he held me firm and coated my throat with a layer of thick, strong semen. The satisfaction was indescribable. I released my head from his cock once I knew he was all out of drops for me, licking around the shaft to clean it. I licked my lips and-

“Don’t swallow. Hold it until we walk into the building.” He started changing into his clothes as I sat there, shuffling the cum around with my tongue.

11:50AM

We got out of the car and engaged in our minute-long walk to the entrance. I saw he was playing with the phone. My collar started to tingle. That man loves trying to make it difficult for me to do the things he orders me to do. He came ... a LOT. My mouth is practically full my cheeks almost bulging. I can faintly feel the excess amount of cum slowly trickle down my throat.

We crossed the line, and he looked me in the eyes, into my soul. I swallowed. I kept a straight face as the desk lady called us over.

He talked with her, it didn’t take very long. I assume he had already prepared this stuff beforehand. A nearby staff member motioned us to what I assumed were the doors to the event.

“Alright, to get registered, please step into the rooms. You’ll be assisted by someone who will help you with your contracts.” I followed after sir. “No, one per person- you go through this side. A woman will assist you there.” I looked at my sir heading into the other one and listened to the staff. I had a slight instinctual worry about getting separated but headed through the other doorway as it closed behind me.

It was a small changing room with a bench and another door on the other side. There were a bunch of portable lockers sitting on the floor. No wonder sir didn’t want us to use them, we’d probably lose our clothes!

She gave me a paper to sign. It looked like it was already filled out. Seems sir already signed up online. Must be naked, check. No phones, no cameras, got it. Wait, is it “don’t got it”, technically? Money for activities? Sir is the one with all the money, so if we’re going to be doing anything I’d have to ask him. STD test form number ... already filled out? Oh right, so that’s what that was for 2 weeks ago! consensual blah blah blah. I read through every line, I promise. Okay, all of this makes sense. I signed my name.

“Great” The woman said. “Now you’re almost ready to go. Please take my clothes off and then you’ll be all set.” I told her that I was supposed to leave them here, and she told me to put them in the donation box. Great! At least this shitty bikini will go to someone who can use it!

I exited through the back door. It was another comfy room. A room between rooms!

12:05PM

“Good, miss...?” She trailed.

I motioned towards the man who just exited the ... holy shit. Yup, that’s my Sir! MINE! Not yours. He looks incredible in the nude. I beamed as I confirmed it. “I’m with him! I’m his pet.”

“Just Mr. Stringer’s pet is fine.” He caught up with me.

She turned back to me. “Okay, you be good for Mister Stringer, okay?”

I beamed. “Yes ma’am.” I looked back up at him with a rather sudden desire for affection. He seemed like a completely stronger person without his clothes. I needed an excuse. I hugged him tightly.

“Thank you for bringing me out here Sir.”

He hugged me too. This was a first for us ... or at least for me. And he knew that. What I meant to think was- this was a first for both of us to have both of us be in this situation together. And I was grateful.

We left the final waiting room and traveled through the big doors.

12:08PM

We walked in, and...

Everything came alive! I wanted to simultaneously be amazed and freak out. The inside of this place was BIG! There were a lot of people roaming about the fair, even more since it was the weekend! Tall, tall ceilings with sky cages, ropes dangling from the ceiling, things to do and see everywhere! What first?! I immediately noticed a shop where you could buy clothes and instantly asked sir if I could go there.

“We have enough to spend on whatever we want today, pet. Let’s look around for a bit, so that we can make sure it’s what we want before we decide on anything.” He’s right, I’m a little giddy and he knows that.

A whole fair themed around sex. It smelled better than you would expect too. I didn’t really have an expectation, but the jasmine as I entered filled my nostrils with a booming sense of pulchritude. There were also clear hints of musk and sweat scattered throughout the air- to be expected. Tons of people were walking to and from places, both naked and some dressing in the utmost extravagant clothing I’d ever seen. I assumed they bought those pieces here, given the clothing stands scattered about. I also noticed what looked like a restaurant on the far left wall. I typically would have been overwhelmed in a place like this, but ... it’s a heaven made for me. I belong here!

I asked my sir where he wanted to go. “This is for you and I to enjoy ourselves. Why don’t you say we walk a little bit and see what we want to try?”

We start walking, and ... oh my. The activities came into view. There were so many. Where do I start? Well, the obvious with it’s obnoxious neon green sign, ‘The Big Dick Anal Challenge’ ... exactly what it sounds like. There was someone trying out various mouth gags- ball, ring, phallus ... Another booth had a lady sat down, lifting weights ... except the dumbbells were replaced with heavy dildos, and they- yup. 39 was all she could do. The dildos squirted some type of semen lookalike on her as she put them down. Wow.

“How long are we gonna stay?” I asked.

“Plenty of hours until closing time to get the most out of our entry pass. It closes at 5, and, well it doesn’t actually close; they’re planning to start another event in this venue at 5 but that one is separate and we aren’t going to be staying for that. Besides, we have another great day planned for tomorrow at home, so it’s probably we make the drive back exactly then. I’m actually here to meet with some people in the scene at some point, so you stay by me and present yourself at your best, okay pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Guests? He knew people in the scene? My tiny mind felt like I had entered a magical world. This all felt new to me.

I want to try that, over there! I pointed to large piece of sex furniture. A staff member noticed my enthusiasm. Maybe I should have been quieter.

“Seems like a good first option. Unless you’re just trying to get quick pleasure out of me.”

“No, I’ve always wanted to try these!”

“Is that so?” He tilted his eyebrows at me playfully.

“Yes, I promise!”

“Okay, but no climax yet.”

“I don’t want to cum, I already told you! I just wanna try laying down!”

“So we wouldn’t have to use these vibrators on you, is that right?”

“Well- I mean, the whole...” Urghhh. The whole point is to see how it feels differently. But- that doesn’t make me guilty of anything!

My sir handed the nearby staff a 50 and three more bills, I couldn’t see. How could this be that expensive to try? Regardless, it wasn’t mine to decide. My sir appreciated me and spent on me, and I was grateful. He turned back to me with a smile.

“I was just teasing you! Here, pick your colour.”

There were many vibrators of all shapes and sizes. Bullets, rabbits, and of course, wands and wands and wands. Purple, white, pink, cyan, red, black, there were many to choose from. “Ummmm ... cyan wand, I think? I won’t see it anyways, will I?”

“Well that depends on which position you’ll sit in.”

How was I going to attack this one? It could be best described as if the outline of Santa’s sleigh got turned into a yoga chaise. I was ready to try. I decided to sit in the most normal position I could muster, which caused my ass to be raised up for easy stimulation. Guess I can see the vibe from this angle.

He turned the vibrator on to a slooow setting. Pressing it to me, I could definitely feel something was different than usual. I liked how my body felt senses in this position. I was sort of slouched, but also supported by the curve. And on top of that, we all know how good it feels to get teased when our hips are raised higher than our stomach.

He didn’t really let me get close, but I was certainly feeling the effects of the vibe plus furniture. My breath started to get heavy, and we tried out a few other positions.

We had fun there for quite a while, and once done I held out the vibrator to my sir as though I was searching for where to put it, and he revealed to me ... apparently we could keep the toys? Holy moly, a new vibrator! I walked gleefully with it in my hand like I was buying new clothes at the mall, but not long after we left the general vicinity he stopped and put his hand out, noticing my expression. “The vibe.” He looked stern, like an old man trying to ruin my fun. “Okayyyy.” I handed him the vibrator and he put it in the bag he was lugging around. Well, maybe he was just doing that to make sure I didn’t lose it. It’s probably best, besides he keeps all my toys hidden from me at home anyways.

I pointed to an X cross I saw as I was walking. “No need.” My sir simply said. What? Okay. We kept walking along, faster, trying to get somewhere perhaps.

We slowed down after some time, essentially window-shopping the events. Glory holes. Some guys had their dicks out, just sitting there dangling through the holes, waiting to be sucked. I felt kinda bad. I looked up at Sir, and his gaze seemed fixed to a beautiful area. I noticed a huge mattress with supports and an overarching top, cuffs on the sides of the bed. “Wouldn’t you like to try that?”

“Ummm yeah, but...” My stomach growled. [IT’S GROWLING WRITING THIS LMAO]

“I’m so hungry.” I admitted.

“Hungry already? Didn’t you eat a whole bunch of muffins this morning?”

“Sorry, actually that was last night, before I went to bed. I only had that and a banana and water this morning.”

“You were supposed to eat well so this doesn’t happen! Hm. Well then we need to get food for you pet! That’s fine, I’m hungry too. We’ll enjoy that bed afterwards, you’d better hope no one takes it.”

12:30PM

The sign read “Cocks n’ Cocktails.” Mildly funny. Hope the hot sauce they sell is any bit spicier than that title.

I could see all kinds of bottles lining the walls. Probably best saved for the night events. We got seated at a two person table, waiting for our server to arrive.

The first thing I noticed in this dining space- there were pets like me everywhere. Some engaging in literal pet play, with tails that extended from, well, I could guess where. Others were on their knees below the tables, sitting quietly. Yup. Been there. It was so bizarre to see it as a normal thing, but that’s what I should come to expect in a place like this.

When the waitress arrived, she was ... naked, but in full rope bondage, it was a gorgeous sight. Honestly, I felt really jealous of her. I told myself I could definitely have that job, wear those ropes if I wanted and shook the sense off.

“You are the master, and this is your sub?” She looked at him, an assortment of menus laying in her cart.

“Yes.” She bowed at him. My jealousy faded away as I remembered that I was his one and only pet. She was looking at this exceptionally handsome beast, and he was mine. Well rather, I was his. I was grateful that I wasn’t servicing random men, I had a place in this world, someone important to serve. She shuffled through the menus and handed us two, setting them down on the table opened to the first page.