It was cool and quiet inside, untouched by the heat and noise of the outside, real world. The rooms were dim, bathed in shadows, streaked with opaque light, as sunbeams filtered through the blinds and curtains.

I'd been through each room earlier, one at a time, picking things up and putting them away, creating neatness and order from chaos. Well, never truly chaos, but from disorder. *He* liked things neat, and it pleased me immensely to keep it that way for Him. Clothing and shoes I returned to their various closets, pausing often to bring a shirt, or perhaps a pair of trousers to my nose, breathing in deeply to inhale his scent, to bring a little bit of him to me whilst he was gone. Toys I cleaned and put away into drawers; they didn't belong lying about on the carpet, or the dressers, or worse, the sofas in the living room. Cups and plates where we might've had a bite to eat while in bed, I put into the dishwasher. I loved the lemony scent that filled the air while it hummed and swished, doing the washing so efficiently.

I was never that good of a dishwasher; thank goodness for appliances.

I bathed, taking time to remove any hair growth, and to cleanse myself internally, feeling the warm glow spread through me at the thought of the pleasure that lit up his dark eyes whenever he looked at me. At the way his hands felt, stroking over my skin, my hair, ruffling through the curls that hung just below my ears. The way he touched my shoulders, my arms, my thighs, the way his hands would cup and hold my genitals, heavy with need for him. He's bigger than I am, but just a bit, his body longer, though leaner, his shoulders a hand-span wider than mine. He's beautiful to behold when he's fiercely erect, red and swollen with need. So much to hold, to touch, to worship. His hair was much longer than mine; it hung in a sleek brown tail nearly to the middle of his back. I loved to sit behind him and brush it, feeling the crackle of electricity pass through the silken strands.

The great, tall grandfather clock in the entry way chimed the hour for me, startling me out of my introspection, out of my memories. It was five pm. My stomach tightened with anticipation. He'd be home soon. Junpei, my Master.

I settled myself beside his favorite chair, resting on my belly, with my knees tucked up under me as best I could and my head cradled on my arms. I was clean, and ready for anything he might want or need of me. My lower regions tightened again, spasming once on the blunt plug holding me open, holding my 'tail'. I am my Master's dog, and all dogs have tails, ne? It's a truly beautiful one, too, made of long, silky hair just the same chestnut color as mine. Not too long; I am a dog, after all, not a horse. But I could feel it brush against the backs of my thighs whether I walked on two legs, or on all four. It never failed to make me shiver, never failed to send a bolt of sensation, nay, of *emotion*, rippling through me. I wouldn't be wearing this tail if I didn't have Junpei. If he didn't want to give me the freedom, the pleasure, the security of being his. His boy, his lover, his dog, anything he wants.

The collar around my neck was plain, utilitarian leather, with two rings on it; one in the front, one in the back. They don't get used except for when it's time for walkies; then he clips a leash to one or the other, depending on what sort of a mood he's in. I fidgeted around now, waiting for him to come home, and reached up to edge one finger under it. I love wearing it, but my skin sweats beneath it, making me itch.

The door rattled once, then I heard the click of the lock as the key threw it. The door swung open, bathing the entryway with bright light, with sun-drenched heat. I could smell the orange blossoms outside, and heard the quiet sound of the breeze as it wiggled through the leaves of the trees. I couldn't wait for our walk this evening; I enjoyed the softness of the grass beneath me, and the scents and sounds of nature all around.

The burst of bright light made my vision go funny for a moment, but once the door closed, and I could focus again, I looked at his face, my eyes searching his. Junpei looked tired, his face drawn and tense as he removed his suit coat, then loosened his tie. I whimpered once; no speaking, unless bidden, as dogs don't talk. None I've ever met outside of cartoons, at any rate. Later in the evening we would have time aside from this, to discuss the day, to talk about anything necessary for the running of the household. To talk about ourselves, to share our feelings with the other. But for the moment, he was my Master, and I was dog. He looked me over and smiled, a little of the weariness fading from around his eyes as they flashed up and around, then rested back on me.

"Hai, Tomo. You've been a good boy today, I see." He settled himself in his chair, one hand going to my head to sweep his fingers through the still-damp curls. I shivered and shifted, moving out of my curled position, so I could sit--lean--against him. He buried his fingers deeper, drawing me nearer, sighing when I relaxed fully against his leg, his body heat mingling with mine. I love this. I love him. I whined softly and pressed my head against him, breathing in his scent, reveling in the feel of his fingers stroking me, petting me. He sighed and leaned back further in his chair, some of the tension in his long body fading.

"Today was a long day, Tomo. I spent more hours on the phone than I did doing anything else, all to fix the mistakes Shusho made last week. I never thought to get things put to rights; he screwed up every aspect of the Eliam deal."

Poor Master. I whined in sympathy, and shifted under his hand, stretching myself out to twine around his leg. My tail flickered against my legs, teasing me gently, much as Junpei's fingers did. He wore soft leather loafers, and I nudged at the right one with my forehead 'til it loosened enough to drop from his foot. He reached down and pushed the other one off, peeling the thin, dark socks off after them. I wasn't averse to licking his shoes, but preferred his skin, not just for the closeness of touching *Him*, but for the scent that filled my nose, and the salt-taste that trickled over my tongue.

"Ahh, Tomo…." He sighed again, fingers rubbing gently at my back as I leaned down further, licking and nuzzling at his foot, his ankle, his calf. Nothing felt as good as giving myself to him like this, of treating him gently and giving him soft pleasure at the end of a long day. He rubbed my back, knuckles digging into the groove of my spine, causing a deep sound of pleasure to rumble from my chest. I stopped licking and arched, rubbing the side of my face against his thigh, growling gently. He laughed at me, his hand dropping to rub lightly over the skin of my rear. "You sound more like a large cat, than a dog, Pet. Perhaps I have the wrong species, ne?"

I smiled, then lowered my head again, still arching whenever his petting hit a sensitive, or pleasurable spot. He tasted wonderful, warm and salty, and I licked between each toe, smiling around my work as he wiggled them, his voice coming soft and breathy with laughter. Junpei is ticklish, and I love to tease him like this, to make him wiggle just a little bit.

He scratched around the harness holding my tail, his fingers tracing sweaty skin, easing the itch there. I caught my breath when he slipped one finger slowly down the cleft between my cheeks, teasing at the plug stretching me open. His voice was playful, still breathless, when he pressed against it. "Perhaps its time you had a new tail…a bigger one, d'you think? This one doesn't seem to stretch you as widely as it used to."

My whole body grew warm at the thought. Bigger…oh, my. I was sure I could take bigger, after all, my tail wasn't any larger, in fact, smaller if only by a bit, than his own hard length. But…still. Ah, well, nothing to concern myself over until he decided to make it happen. And if he did want me to wear a bigger one, then I would. I live to serve him, and whatever he wanted, I want, as well.

"You're a good pet, Tomo…perhaps we'll need to find a suitable reward for you, tonight." He rubbed one hand all down me, from my head to my ass, then smacked me lightly. The sound was sharp in the silence, and I felt heat streak through me. Spankings were few and far between, and I cherished each one when it happened. And the mention of a reward….

He stood, and I shifted back from him, staying on all fours, nuzzling at his legs until he moved off, long-legged strides taking him quickly from my sight. I could move quickly, but not on all fours. The carpeting under my knees was soft, but still rubbed against me, and the friction made it more difficult to move quickly. In an emergency, I stood.

By the time I made it back to the bedroom he had all clothes stripped off, and flung mostly in the direction of the chintz print chair standing in one corner for just such a purpose. I headed over to it, nosing at the shirt and trousers, breathing in his musky scent for a moment. His laugh was low, throaty, and I turned toward the bed where he was lounging, fully nude, long body gleaming darkly in the dim light. "You do that often, pet. You like the way I smell?"

I whined, then gave a soft bark, the closest I could come to speaking in this moment. I did; truly, if I were a dog for real, I'd rub myself all over him and his clothing, immersing myself in his scent. Actually, it wasn't a bad idea, right now. His trousers were already on the floor, so why not? I nudged his shirt down as well, using my nose. Then I laid down--flopped, really--on them, and rubbed myself, turning to my belly after a bit, to spread the lovely scent evenly. And it was all around me, Junpei's natural musk, his aftershave and cologne, the sharp tang of his sweat.

His laughter rolled over me, adding another layer to the sensory heaven I was drowning myself in. I rolled onto my back again, and turned toward him, knowing my eyes were dilated wide, my flesh heavy and erect from the surfeit of sensation, of *him*. I laid there, wiggling, head back, throat bared in absolute submission, my belly unprotected. Completely open to my Master.

"You're a lovely pet, Tomo. Come on up here, boy." He patted the bed, eyes following me when I rolled over again and gained my hands and knees, then climbed onto the bed. I'd had to practice this particular move whilst he was at work; it was considerably more difficult than it seemed, to climb onto a bed, from an all-fours position. "That's my boy…good dog." He rubbed my cheeks, then brushed his lips across my forehead, affectionately, as if he were ruffling my fur and caressing me. I shuddered when his hands strayed lower, teasing at my nipples, now hard, tight points, then down my chest to my belly, crawling and prickling with need. "Can you beg for me, pet? Beg for your Master's touch?"

Oh, my God. He had to have some idea of what it meant to me when he said that, else he wouldn't say it. But could he truly know the emotions it sparked, deep in my belly? The warmth that poured over me, caressing me in its own right? I rubbed up against him, butting my head gently into his chest, my tongue snaking out to lick him. He tasted as good as he smelled. I lapped excitedly, my tongue teasing over his nipples, tasting the tightly furled flesh before I buried my nose under his arm, breathing in the thicker, heavier scent of him. I whined softly, waggling my ass, making my tail move gently against the backs of my thighs. His answering laugh was soft, the sound thicker than just a few minutes ago. "Service me, Tomo." He pushed my head downward, drawing my attention to his growing erection.

Heavens, but he was wonderful to look upon, to nuzzle against, to taste. I turned 'til I could straddle his legs, then backed my way down his body, sniffing at him, licking at his belly, at the small indent of navel there. My tongue teased and caressed, wetted the fine line of hair which arrowed downward to his groin. He was thick and long, and I stroked the full length of his erection with the flat of my tongue before brushing over the wet tip, tasting the bitter fluid leaking there. He gave an enthusiastic shudder, pushing his hips upward toward me.

"That's it, pet. Lick me…lick me clean, then suck me down." He knotted his fingers into the bedsheets as I licked up and down again, sucking randomly on the shaft. I buried my nose in the dark, curly bush of hair and breathed in deeply; my own body throbbed hotly when the rich musky scent spread through me, making heat coil within my belly. I shifted over him so I could rub my erection gently against his leg; he never forbade me, so long as I concentrated on his pleasure. One long, slow breath down the wet length of his cock had him gasping, arching upward toward my mouth, brushing his cock against my mouth. I whimpered softly, then opened my mouth, taking his slow upward thrust. "Good boy…Tomo…suck me…." He pumped his hips gently, then sank back to the bed. I followed, swallowing him down a bit at a time, shivering with pleasure as he filled my throat.

He was too thick for me to take in completely; I wanted to so badly, and always tried, always pushed a little more each time, and usually ended up gagging myself. No gagging tonight; I would obey my limit, take him just as far as I knew I could.

It was heaven, and when I closed my eyes and relaxed, I could imagine him filling me completely, all of me, touching my heart with his hardness. I released him slowly, shuddering as he slipped from me. Another deep breath allowed me to take him in again, soft moans and cries encouraging me as I sucked harder, faster, took him just a bit deeper each time.

I wanted so badly to caress the soft sacs drawn up close to his body, to roll them in my hand, cradle their warmth and weight and know he took pleasure from my touch. I'd lifted one from where I was clinging to the sheet, but he stayed me with one touch of his, a faintly sharp sound reminding me dogs don't have hands, can't touch their masters in that fashion. I whined a soft apology and lowered myself over him, taking him as deep as I dared go without triggering that damned reflex. Junpei groaned and arched upward, thrusting himself a fraction deeper into the heat of my mouth, my throat. He did it again, driving his cock further into me, into the tight, flexing softness of my throat, and I gagged around him, swallowing convulsively as he spasmed, loosing his seed into me. I couldn't breathe, didn't want to pull off, could only think with my body, with my throat; I'd become a grasping, needy orifice, nothing more, not even dog any longer, wanting only what he was pumping into me.

I saw stars, then faint colors ripple around me, then nothing but a cool blackness, with lines of darker black wavering all around. His voice sounded from far, far away, then closer, calling my name. His hand was hard on my face, and I shuddered when I realized he'd slapped me twice, nay, three times, before I responded.

"Tomo! Tomo…pet, do you hear me? Answer me!" He loomed over me, larger than usual, larger than life, beautiful eyes dark with concern.

I coughed, then coughed again, then sputtered, my throat aching and sore. My voice was rough, so raspy, not it's usual tone at all. "H-hai…."

"Oi, baka…." He traced one finger over my cheekbone; it stung viciously from his blows, and I knew there'd likely be a bruise there tomorrow; I bruised easily, no matter what we did. "You scared me, dog. Never again, eh?"

I nodded faintly, then closed my eyes, letting the world return to a normal spin around me. I could feel my heart, racing fast and furious, slowing down a beat at a time 'til it returned to it's usual pace. My entire body felt light, glowing, almost. I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, concern and caring in his. They reminded me of nothing so much as dark chocolate; the thick, rich stuff which is much too fancy to eat more than a bite at a time, but such a treat when given. I whined softly, and Junpei smiled, tracing one finger over my mouth. My lips felt swollen and so very tender to his touch. My throat felt much the same. I licked at his finger, emotions swelling inside me, large and tender like my mouth. My erection subsided when I blacked out, but what I was feeling wasn't sexual, exactly. That still thrummed through me, but it was so much more than that, as well.

"Perhaps you should rest a bit, Tomo. I've invited a guest for dinner, and I'd like you there by my side while we dine." He petted me gently, his fingers stroking lightly along my skin, raising goosebumps and gentle shivers in their wake. "Do you need a walk, before you rest?"

I didn't want to rest, I wanted to play some more. I wanted to try and express the feelings soaring within me, growing and filling me, but it wasn't up to me, entirely. Junpei was Master, and what he dictated, what he wanted, was what I did. I nodded once and gave a soft bark, my bladder tingling within me at the merest suggestion of relief. During the day, when I was alone, I used the facilities as anyone would. When Master was home, we went for walks in the large, park-like yard behind our home.

"Come along, then, and let's get your leash." Long-legged strides took him to our bedroom door, where Master paused and waited for me. If getting up on the bed was tricky, getting down was even more so. I generally backed down, since it was the easiest. I certainly didn't want to break my neck.

The click of the leash onto my collar was inordinately satisfying; I found it strange, on occasion, that I could want this as much as I did, but the proof was in the warm, glowing feeling that spread from my belly all through my body, and in the semi-erection which seemed to spring up whenever Junpei leashed me. He laughed, as always, and ruffled my hair affectionately as he lead me out the back door of the house.

Our yard was, as I said before, park-like. It was large enough I couldn't see the end of it standing on the back step, and a tall wooden privacy fence encircled the whole of it. It was lushly green with thick grass, and tall trees, the black of their bark showing like solid shadows through the green. Scattered everywhere were bushes, and flowerbeds; Master and I loved the riots of color, and I enjoyed gardening. It made for a relaxing place to sit and enjoy the sun, or to walk, with cool breezes mixing with warm sunshine, shadow and light blending with color to creat a mosaic of sensations all in one place.

The first touch of cool grass against my skin made me shiver all over. Shadowy areas were still damp from dew which hadn't evaporated, and the moisture clung to my skin, sending goosebumps erupting in its wake.

TBC, eventually, maybe.