Samneric’s POV: 

My hands tremble as I fumble for a good-looking bag of peaches. Before I left to walk Puppy, Sir pushed a vibrator up my ass and duct-taped it shut. My pocket vibrates, it’s Sir. I pick up.

Sir: Which aisle are you in?

I stutter: S-you’re here?

Sir: I”m in the Third Aisle, Reagan delayed the meeting by half an hour. You can do groceries later. Let’s go home, you can pick up Puppy later too. Hurry, that’s an order.

Nervously, I answer: what are we doing?

Sir: wait, I see you-

I turn my head swiftly, my throat unbearably dry as I spot a black-haired man walking down the aisle, eyes trained on me--I--in a flushed state--dropped my basket. I fast-walk, kneeling by his side. He pulls me upright again, “we don’t have time for this, let’s go,” his eyes are deep blue, like the depths of the ocean. Entranced, I nodded mindlessly. It has been at least 2 years since he chose me to be his servant, and I still get shivers just from being in his presence. Although he wanted to call me by my name ever since a month ago when we both confessed, we have to maintain a sort of normalcy outside of the bedroom. 

We rush out the door. He looks at his watch and sighs, “alright, just come with me to the meeting,”

I gasped but quickly raised my hand over my mouth to shut myself up. It’s an honor for any slave to be shown at a meeting. I haven’t gone to a meeting ever since my first one… And Sir left me in the lobby then. A throb passes me by, I’m sure Sir isn’t embarrassed by me now. 

Sir chuckles, and pressed his lips to my head, “stop acting so cute, or else I might have to leave you to Liam again.” 

I shook my head desperately. I know Sir won’t because ever since our confession, he’s been strict towards who can touch me, but the fear still lingers at the back of my head. Sir fishes out my collar from his coat pocket, “hand me your choker,” 

We call a taxi, and I start changing into my slave outfit, familiar white, mainly satin lingerie. I tucked it away because I need to seem domineering to Puppy. 

Sir took a look at me and exhaled slowly, his eyes stripping me of every article of clothing, “fuck, love, you’re beautiful,” he pulls me in closer, and rests his head on my head. I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder, my cheeks warm up as he gently strokes them. 

The building was taller than any other structure nearby. When we walked in, the ice-cold air raised the hairs on my neck. The meeting included Mr. Reagan, the third sector in chief, Mr. Kurt, the sixth sector in chief, and Mr. Linton, the 8th sector in chief. They’ve all brought multiple pets and toys. As I crawled in on all fours, Mr. Linton slid his hands up my panties. I shivered involuntarily, and Sir glared at Mr. Linton, “keep your hands to your own entertainment means.” 

Linton smirked, “don’t tell me the delicious little thing is just for decoration.”

Sir sighed, shaking his head to himself, “slave, wait in the hallways until we’re done.”

“Si-” Sir frowns at me, his glare piercing through my eyes. I bit back my words, and thanked him as I crawled out by myself, Linton’s slave closed the door for me, her face--apologetic. A small sniffle came over me, but I quickly overcame it after I emptied my mind, numbing my senses. 

After an hour, I impatiently decided to peer into the window. I bit my lip until I bled, as I saw a slave caressing Sir’s shaft with her lips, and his usual amused smile as he flipped through some of the papers on the desk. My heart withered, bitterly, fully knowing this feeling wasn’t warranted. Why did I ever think I was special.

When Sir stepped out to greet me, he smiled brighter than when he stepped in, a small pang ricochets across my heart walls, “Sir,” I--breathless-I collect my own emotions again, locking it in a small box, a smile graces my lips.

“Let’s go?” He asks me, and I nod. 

When we reach home, I reach out to Sir finally, voicing out my thoughts “...Sir, are you sure you like me.” I quietly asked.

He quickly turns around, unfastening his tie, he pulls my chin up to meet his eyes, “look at me,” he commanded, and when I continued to stare off in the distance, he waited until I flicked my eyes back to his, emotions flickering through my mind, I stare out to the distance again to keep my tears from welling up. 

“Do you want me to use the paddle?” He used a harsher voice than I’m used to, causing me to flinch. I looked back in his eyes and shook my head, “n-no,” 

“Then be the obedient little boy I’ve come to know and love, hmm?” He kissed my head, “why’d you ask that?”

I looked away, “I might say something offensive.”

“Go ahead,”

I fumble with the buttons on my own shirt, thinking of how to phrase it, “why is it that nobody but Sir can touch me but other slaves can touch Sir?” My heartbeat at my throat, as I stared into Sir’s eyes. He frowns, “slave, are you trying to control your master’s life?”

I hurriedly shook my head. 

Sir snaps, “answer with words.”

“N-no Sir.” I stuttered, “please ignore what I said, Sir.”

Sir glares at me, “go get Puppy and bring him to me. He will replace you in my bedroom for the next week.”

Tears cloud my eyes, “S-sir I-thought I-I wouldn’t get punished,”

“That’s for acting spoiled,”

“I-I’m-” sheer panic overwhelms me, “I-I-I’m s-sorry, p-pleas-e s-sir,”  

He snapped, “quickly, or it’ll turn into two weeks.”

His words instantly poured cold water into my body. I could barely hold in a breath. Taking a deep breath, I hiccuped as I separated my emotions from my mind, “yes, sir.” I turned away from him and hurried out the door. Finding Puppy covered in cum, I untied him and carried him all the way home. An empty feeling erodes through my stomach. When I reach the door, I decide to spray Puppy down with a hose before he steps in, I bring a towel and wipe him down. When I took out a pair of new black lingerie, sir shook his head and picked out a set of white… Identical to mine. I felt tears well up again as I prepped and cleaned Puppy. What was strange is instead of rebelling as per usual, Puppy stayed obedient, like me, all the way. I even plucked hairs off his ass; he kept on staring at me.  

“Are you okay, master?” He asked gently.

I ignored him as I prepped his hair, “remember to give him a fellatio before bed,” I warned. 

Puppy nodded obediently, “yes master… Do I refer to him as Sir as well?”

“Yes, now go.” I pushed him out the door, tears already dripping down my face. I don’t allow even one sniffle, gritting my teeth at my own pathetic emotions swirling around the pit of my stomach.

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