For My Owner 4 - Sex Stories

For My Owner 4

It is an exciting day. I have been waiting for this day for weeks. I have been a good cockpig for a long time, and have made my Owner proud. Today, I will be rewarded. He wakes and turns to me in bed, smiling. “Good morning, baby girl”, he says as he kisses me and gropes me. “This morning, you may cum all you wish before we start the day”. I grin and say, “Thank you, Sir” as he starts to lick and squeeze and fuck and suck. We spend an hour playing before he leads me to the shower. He washes me gently and leaves me to dry off and get prettied up for him. I dress excitedly and walk out into the kitchen, beaming. He pats my head and takes my hand, leading me out to the car. He drives me to my favourite spa and walks me inside. I sit on the waiting area couch, fidgeting excitedly as he speaks to the woman at the counter. He tells her to make me pretty for a night out. He wants my finger and toenails a pretty, girlie pink. I will be getting waxed from ankle to twat, then soothed with a relaxing facial. He gives her specific instructions, letting her know that he will be inspecting all work before paying the bill when he returns. He is direct and commands respect. I can see that she is struck by his take-charge manner…but, I can also see that she will do what he tells her to. He is so good at making women do what he wants. I am so lucky that he picked me to own. He walks back over to me, gives me a kiss and then turns back to the woman, saying, “Phone me when she is ready to be ...

... picked up”. She looks confused but nods at him. I say “Thank you, Sir” as he walks out the door. The woman asks me to follow her as she starts walking to the interior of the salon. I tag along, so happy to be pampered. I stay quiet as two women work on my nails. I see them exchanging strange looks as they work away, but I am used to other women being jealous of my situation. They pretend they are offended by our dynamic, but I know that they both wish their men would be as dedicated to them as my Owner is to me. They finish me up and pass me off to a third woman who waxes me. I hear a little gasp escape her when she sees my bruised ass and my slave tattoo. I smile to myself, loving that yet another person knows of my complete surrender to him. She works quietly and quickly. This pain is nothing now that he has trained me to love the pain as much as climax. All I can think of is how much he will love looking at the finished product. The facial is the last step, the brow wax a final flourish to make me look completely polished. I wait in the spa robe as the receptionist calls him to tell him I am ready. 15 minutes later, I hear his voice in the waiting area. The woman leads him back to me and he asks her to come with us into one of the waxing rooms. I can see she looks a little worried, but she consents. He orders me to drop my robe and lie back on the table. He inspects the waxer’s job as she looks uncomfortably on. I giggle as he runs his hand over my skin, moving me this way ...