by Rebelpoet Resident.
He woke as he always did with the morning sun as it just began to light the room through the windows. He rose from his over-sized cushioned dog basket he slept in. Rising with a long full bodies stretch that always made his neck crack a little, he ambled over to the window and drew the curtains. Then, in the dark he tiptoed out of Mistresses’ room leaving the door slightly ajar.
Once he got to the bathroom, he did his business and took his shower. The toothbrush moved vigorously as he brushed his teeth while showering. When he was done with the shower he toweled off and then used Nair to remove any body hair from his chest, armpits, and genital area. He used to then stand in front of the full length mirror and look at any fresh marks or bruising and smile brightly remembering the play. There was no need to do that this morning though he admitted to himself.
Next he made his way down the stairs to the living room and over to the door. He slipped on the robe hanging by the door. Then went out onto the front lawn. He retrieved the paper and keeping it in its plastic set it aside. The next duty was to water the roses. It was really just a matter of turning the handles for the sprinkler system on. With a slight hiss, thy all turned on. This was usually the time for reflection, but, today he meditated. He watched the ground go from hard to soft and dark and little puddles of water formed. Ten minutes on the dot he turned them off.
He studied the blooms and walked over to the metal tool chest and pulled out some snipers. Decisions had been made as which rose. He put on the wading boots after cursing himself for not getting the rose before watering. With an angled cut he sniped a white rose that was just starting to bloom.
The paper and rose were brought inside. The robe came off and he hung it back on the rack beside the door. He saw the red rose on the dinner table that had been cut in full bloom, and was now horribly wilted. He started to throw it away but left it today and placed his white, budding, rose next to it
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After a bit, he dropped down on all fours. It took him a little while to get the paper into his mouth. Where once he would have bounded up the stairs, today, the pace was slow. He made his way to Mistress’ room and nudged the door he left open and he skittered to the bed and then knelt so he was able to move right against the bed and dropped the paper. He turned around then and exposed his ass. If Mistress stuck in the butt-plug made to look like a tail, then it would be puppy play this morning. Of course she didn’t so he made his way down the stairs.
The rest of the day was keeping up the house. There was always a thin layer of dust. The house was both a reflection of his devotion and of Mistress. So he had always been fastidious about keeping the place in proper order. Though he left a small ball of crumpled paper on the coffee table . Breakfast was served and brought to bed. He only ate after waiting to see if she had left any morsels on the plate. Today, he ended up having to clean the whole plate.
Once the house was in order he sat on the floor and turned on the television. He then un-crumpled the notes on the coffee table. They were actually an eviction notice and was coupled with and a notice of demolition. He did the math and looked at the date and then burst into wild, wailing tears. The emotions swirled from love, to anger to despair, and overwhelming sadness.. He looked at everything and knew he should pack up his belongings tonight. There weren’t that many to pack so he started to get ready. Halfway up the stars he burst into wailing and turned around again. The next moment he was angrily walking to the play room. ‘She will come back’ he thought to himself.
In the play room his face changed to one of determination. He got up and chained himself to the wall. Mistress was the only one that had the key. She was the only one that could free him. He shouted, “Mistress, come back. I’m not leaving your service unless released.” He knew now is was just a matter of waiting until dawn when the demotion would begin.
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