Being owned – Part 3
I awoke early in the morning. Birdsong drifted in through the open window. Yawning I got up, stretched myself and made my way to the small kitchen. Coffee before shower, before getting fucked. I had adapted to his schedule, developed a routine. In the mornings about nine he would come and get me. One of his dogs would fuck me and after a quick clean up I was free to do as I pleased. Around dawn he would get me for the second time. Sometimes a dog would be first, other times it was just him fucking me. I still did not enjoy it. I could bear it. A deal was a deal after all. Taking my coffee outside I sat down on the lawn in front of the bungalow. The grass was cool and …