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My Master really does take care of me. Wonderful care. Loving care. He does.
Every morning when I wake up I take my pills just like He tells me to. He wants me to stay healthy. All my vitamins sitting with my cup of water. He always has them set out for me but I don’t know when He does it, since I’m always with Him. I never even seen the bottles, but that’s okay. I don’t need to, I just need to be good for my Master, just like He’s good to me.
He always gives me one cup of water in the morning. So I can swallow everything down. If I’m good later I can get some more, but in the morning I especially need it. The Calcium pills are so big I can barely choke them down normally and when my Master takes away my water I don’t even think I can swallow them all. So I get one small cup every morning.
He likes to watch me take my pills, so every morning I get up and hobble to the kitchen to make Him breakfast. He loves different things every day. Sometimes He doesn’t like what I make Him and I know it’s my fault and I understand that He has to punish me for ruining His morning. He only hurts me when He has to. When I’m bad and make Him teach me lessons.
I make Him breakfast and bring it to Him in bed, He likes when I curl up around His feet when He’s eating. Sometimes He gives me scraps. When He’s done I take my cup of water and swallow my pills down. He smiles. I love that smile, it means I’m doing good. I’m being good for Him. He always says I have to take them all so I can be strong for Him. He doesn’t want a weak pet.
Before I started taking my vitamins in the morning when He would punish me sometimes I wouldn’t heal right and He would be mad and upset. That was before I knew who I was. I was confused and would be bad and hurt Him because I was stupid. He had to teach me a lot of things about myself but now I know and that makes Him very happy. He still has to teach me things, but I try to be good which makes things easier for Him.
When we’re done I clean up the dishes, sometimes He stays in bed and sometimes He comes downstairs to watch me. Sometimes He plays with me. He talks to me and tells me about His day and what He needs to do. Sometimes He tells me story about that person I used to pretend to be. I try to be strong for those stories, but I always shake. He tells me it’s okay as long as I know who I am now. I do. I know who I am and who I’m suppose to be. I’m His pet.
This makes Him so happy sometimes He takes me right there in the kitchen as I’m cleaning up my mess. He loves to push me over the sink, and pull my pants to my ankles and take His time, building up His pleasure. Once I was really bad and I broke His favorite glass. It was one His father had gotten for Him. He bent me over the stove and took me hard and fast, my palms pressed against the hot stove top, burning the skin. I could smell my skin burning for weeks afterwards. He came as I cried and screamed and my skin sizzled off.
I understand I needed the punishment though. He didn’t want to hurt me. He had to because I’d been bad and how can I ever be a good pet if I don’t make Him happy?
Sometimes as He’s behind me, thrusting His hard cock into my waiting hole I feel Him pulling on my hair, tangling the thinning strands around His fingers. He pulls my head back so I can look into His eyes and He asks me “Who are you?”. I smile with my cracked chapped lips and broken teeth. He likes when I smile. He likes when I cry and scream too, but when He asks me questions like this and I know the right answer I smile.
“I’m Reek.” I say, feeling His warmth fill me, He collapses against me, wrapping one hand around my throat and the other around my hips, pulling me closer to Him.
“Your Reek, always.” I smile feeling Him against me. His heartbeat filling my ears. His hands on my body that only He could love.
My Master is very, very good to me.