Under His Discipline - Love Under Lockdown

I didn’t touch her pussy, despite being inches from it. I also didn’t remove my hand. Instead, I stroked her as we both ate, Charli letting out soft moans as I did.

The voice in my head screamed I should throw her over the table and fuck her virgin ass. But there was work to be done, and I wanted to take my time to make sure she was ready before I took her there.

The math regarding getting my cock into her asshole was not looking very good. She could barely take it in her cunt, and even there, I still had to be gentle. The goal was to train my sweet little pet, not to break her.

Charli seemed to understand the intention behind my touch. A subtle form of reward for doing an excellent job. I would reward her properly at the end of the day.

I was moving into a system of instant punishment and praise, giving brief light spanks or rewards for infractions or successes as they happened. Saving the harshest punishments or greatest rewards for when the work was done.

When we finished, Charli cleaned up, and I went to my office. It looked like I was teaching a domestic servant more than a personal assistant, but that had more to do with context.

I was developing her to assist me, immediately and effectively with anything that needed to be done. It was unlikely that breakfast dishes would be part of it going forward.

I had everything ready when she arrived. The week’s work had been done the day before, giving us the weekend off, and I planned on taking full advantage of the break.

Hardback books were piled on the desk like rock formations. I’d been going for Stonehenge but didn’t quite get it right. The tops caused the biggest problems. Still, it was a fairly good rendition under the circumstances.

I had had to look twice when she came in. Just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Striding to the middle of the room, sweet Charli fell to her knees. Her posture was still perfect. I hadn’t given her instructions yet, but my girl had learned what I liked and expected fast.

Rolling back in my chair, I went to my pet. I tipped her head back, and her eyes glistened with devotion.

“Up,” I ordered.

With no help from me, Charli stood in one smooth motion with her eyes straight ahead. Slowly, I inspected her, searching every inch of her body, running my palm down the gentle curve of her back. My hands moved on to her shoulders to measure their width before moving down to her tits, giving them a loving squeeze.

“Bra?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Panties too?”

“Yes, Master.”

My hand went up her skirt. I had to check to make certain she wasn’t lying. Sure enough, a thin layer of soft silk greeted me, covering her most delicate parts. Her appearance and attention to detail called for special recognition.

Adjusting my hand, I slid it into the front of her panties. I felt the warmth of her tender little pussy before I got there. I massaged her for a minute to make sure she was ready. When she was good and excited, I slipped two fingers inside.

Charli lifted slightly as I entered her. Softly nuzzling her neck, I finger fucked her beautiful cunt until my sexy and submissive pet squealed her climax.

My heart was full of love, and it was all I could do not to tell her.

Putting a hand on her lower back to hold her in place, I went to my desk to fetch a book.

“Walk,” I said, placing the volume on her head.

Her posture was great, or so it seemed. Still, I wanted to get confirmation by conducting some experiments. My beautiful pet made it to the desk, then around and back to the door, returning to the dead-center of the room without so much as a wobble from her on the heels or the book on her pretty little head.

Stroking my hand gently along her braid, I kissed her on the cheek and went to get another book. Even when burdened with two thick, hardcover tomes, she was rock-solid, striding like a queen through her realm, knowing there was nothing to fear. She returned to her spot at the center, daring me to add another.

“Well done,” I said warmly.

She stood straight and strong as I returned the books to the desk. The ghost of a smile haunting the corners of her sweet mouth.

“Name your reward, Pet.”

“I want to do what we did the other night. I want to suck—”

She faltered, the naughty word catching partway out.

“It’s okay, Pet. You can say it. What do you want to do?”

“I want to suck your beautiful cock again, but this time I want to be in control.”

I chuckled. “Get on your knees.”

Without missing a beat, she dropped to her knees, keeping her back straight. Stroking her cheek, I unzipped my pants, unfurling my rock-hard and dripping cock. I could actually see her pupils dilate as she saw it. With a deep breath, she wrapped her loving hand around my throbbing shaft and made a valiant attempt at getting it into her warm, wet little mouth.