“Me either,” he confessed, his cock deep in my asshole apparently having the same effect, “I need my little pet all the time. I want you to come home and live with me forever. I want you to be my wife as well as my pet.”
“Yes, sir!” I said, meaning it with all my heart and soul.
Gently pulling out of my ass, after filling it with his cum, Paul quickly untied me and pulled me to him, holding me tight.
“I love you so much,” he said. “I never thought I was capable of love, but now I realize that I am.”
“I love you, too,” I said, actually crying, tears of joy.
I knew this wasn’t just forced closeness due to the terrifying Coronavirus and resulting lockdown. Those were the circumstances under which we had been made to be in but we had found true love within them.
Scooping me up into his arms, he carried me into the bathroom. Setting a shower just the way I liked it, he put me inside, holding me for support, my legs still not fully recovered from being tied up. When I was a bit sturdier, Paul took off the rest of his nice business suit and got into the shower with me.
I thought he might fuck me. Bend me over and ravage me again right there in the shower. I wasn’t averse to the idea, even though I wasn’t sure that my body could take it. Not after having been so thoroughly fucked already.
He seemed to understand this though and made no attempt to bend me over or get me down on my knees to suck him off. Though I wouldn’t have minded that, my mouth and throat feeling fine.
Instead, he picked up a bar of soap and washed me all over. Starting with my face and then moving down my neck and then over by tits, my nipples getting immediately hard. Ignoring this, he kept to his work, moving over my hips and down my lets. Moving slowly back up to tenderly clean my pussy, working his fingers inside. Moving around to my back, he cleaned me from shoulders to hips, and then thoroughly cleaned out my ass.
When all was squeaky clean and sparkling, Paul took some of the company’s shampoo and gently washed my hair. Making sure to rinse it thoroughly, considering how much of it there was, it being hip length since I was 12.
When he was finished cleaning me and them himself, Paul turned off the water and dried me off before putting his suit back on. Then he took me by the hand and walked me back to the lounge, slowly putting my clothes back on.
“Time to go home,” he said. “Together.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed.
That was a command I could wholeheartedly follow.
Epilogue
Paul
6 Months Later
Six months was the longest I had lived with anyone aside from my family. Not that I minded at all. The house was really big, and we could both get some alone time if we needed it. No that the need ever really came up. We were just so happy to be together, even if it was initially partially by government order.
One of the main advantages to being at the house was that we both got a lot more relaxed when it came to clothes, me wearing little and Macy usually wearing none. I had no idea she was such a nudist and apparently neither did she until she was given the opportunity. Not that I was complaining. I loved being able to see all of her all the time.
In time she had proven to be as good of a fiancée as she was a pet. There were no rings or any other traditional hoo-ha. But she knew I wanted to marry her as soon as we got the chance and what that meant.
She went easily into the role of homemaker. Even though I had told her it wasn’t needed. My mom had taught me all the life skills boys are usually neglected in before I was old enough to drive and I had been quite self-sufficient for years.
Though she had made it equally clear that it was something that she liked doing and made her feel good, so we agreed to work it into part of her submissive role, doing what she could to serve her master.
That was another change too. We had started off easy with ‘yes, sir,’ a general dynamic for any beginning power exchange involving a hetero pairing with a male dom. One of the things that had changed over the time we were together in my house in the Hills, was that we had evolved our relationship to the point that Macy was always calling me ‘master.’
She had given herself over entirely to me in the context of our play and seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea. We upped the intensity accordingly. In addition to the usual spanking and anal play with occasional bondage, we had amped up the bondage to the point that my little pet couldn’t even cum unless she was at least wearing hand cuffs.