Asher laughed. "Such a greedy little Pet. You can't choose both and you can't say that I choose for you." He added that last when she instantly opened her mouth, and she closed it again, grinning guiltily.
"That's very mean of you. Okay, if I have to choose then I decide my mouth but only because after today, I have this really great fantasy of being chained to your bathroom, and used as a personal cum drinking toy for an entire day. Or, like, during one of the orgies you have, when you have to wear a condom while you fuck, I have a fantasy of being tied in the bathroom, while you come and use me, and tell me it'd be a waste to finish in a rubber when I'm so hungry for it. So, that's the only reason I can decide."
Asher laughed in twisted pleasure and turned her onto her stomach so he could lift her knees and spread her wide.
"Such a good girl, with such hot fantasies of service to Master. Just for that, I'll be kind and give you both. Well, for that and so I can watch you clean your asshole from my cock."
Jezebel squealed in sexual desire, moaned at the feeling of him. "Oh, thank you, Master!"
And he loved it when she begged and flirted like that, too. In the mornings, she woke up before he even opened the door and her cage, her body accustomed to his routine. "Good morning, Master. I hope you slept well."
It was instinctual to avoid questions. So it was never something like, "Did you sleep well?" Or "How are you this evening, Master?"
It was a natural thing for her greetings to always be polite statements of submission, for her to smile in adoration because it pleased him.
But he always answered as if it was a question, always reassured her of his pleasure. "Of course I slept well, lovely. How could I not after using such a beautiful slave before bed?"
And she would grin, a full silly look that always made him laugh. "Such a sweet girl. Come here. That look makes me need more, Pet. Open your mouth for some cum before breakfast."
"Oh, yes, Master!" If she was a puppy girl, she would have wagged her tail every time he said those words. Jezebel was eager for it.
After his conditioning with food, her God, it made her so horny just to think about how that had affected her. She was an addict for cock and cum. Like he had hoped for, her mouth literally watered when she so much as thought about taking him in mouth.
And because she was always trapped in an eager world of arousal, her body reacted to hunger with physical pleasure as well.
Jezebel equated fear with arousal, equated his pleasure with it, equated submission, and his hand around her throat with it. "Thank you, Master." She whispered it in worshipful adoration before she took him in her mouth and fed at his sex.
When he finished, they would both arch. Asher would groan with orgasm, and she would cry out with something she needed even more than any orgasm.
After he displayed her, he took to leashing her and having her crawl with him to his office. The first time, he was smiling in a pure, sexy serenity.
"Now that your conditioning has taken such an obvious hold, I can have you at my side more often. It's been the only thing I've missed during your training, actually."
"I'm sorry, Master."
Asher laughed and ruffled her hair at that. "Oh, don't be. Don't ever apologize for your training. That was one of the most wonderful things I've ever had."
And her concern was soothed, just like that. "I'm glad then, Master."
Asher had her curl up on the floor by his desk, and he set up an odd little nest for her there, with a comfortable fluffy dog pillow and blankets.
Jezebel curled up in a lazy little display for him, while she read a book of her choice, until he decided that he wanted to take use of his slave.
And then he would stand without a word and lift her by her hair. Jezebel's mouth always opened automatically to take him, but sometimes he would shock her and bend her over the dog pillow.
Jezebel would always moan with frantic desire when he did, knowing he would make her cum so she would constrict on his cock, her pleasure serving him as it always did.
It was perfect, so fucking perfect. And at some point during all of his care and domination, all of his continual use and his hard touches, she finished swallowing more of his cum one day and stared up at him with glazed eyes.
Jezebel felt like Sleeping Beauty, as if they were both in the most magical slumber and protected by the dragon of his mastery, and maybe that magic was what made her open her mouth and finally whisper, "I love you, Master."
Not "Pet loves you". For the first time, she bowed her head and broke that barrier. Asher curled his fingers through her o-ring and lifted her face up so he could kiss her. "I love you, too, darling."
Asher let her curl up over his feet while she nuzzled his ankles and licked his fingertips adoringly. It was something like 45 minutes that he let her curl there. But he didn't stay that way the entire time.
No, he left about 10 minutes after she held him and came back with the demon mask she loved so much.
That time, he knelt over her, holding her close while she breathed in his scent, and whimpered her gratitude.
After that, he added a new routine between them, where he would cradle her or hold her close for minutes at a time.
Sometimes, she would be in his office, and he would lift her onto his lap. Sometimes, they would be in his bedroom, and he would pull her onto his bed. Still, other times, they would be in the dungeon, and he took them both to the floor, with that demon mask.
God, she loved that mask, too. Asher took to even waking her up with it, and she would grin in joy.
He did that until the morning when he didn't. Jezebel didn't know how many days passed from that mark. She had started to measure things in terms of new routines and changes to their dynamic, added things.
Jezebel thought it was, at the very least, five days of waking up to that demon face. She started to have the feeling that she wouldn't mind if that demon mask waited to wake her up when she was in hell, just so she could see it forever.
Demons had been turned into creatures of fiery lust for her. When he turned on the light without it, she looked up at him and blinked curiously, smiling.
Changes in a routine made her excited and curious.
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