by Brooding_Soul

Chupa chups: 1, v. v. good. V. v. v. good, actually, as it was a present from Master.
Head licks: 1 long, glorious, orgasm-inducing lick. I fear a second lick might kill me with pleasure.
     
I'm writing this as the day draws to a close, as I have spent almost the last 24 hours in the torture chamber. Not that I'm complaining or anything, because I got to lick my Master's head.

After Thing left, Master called me up to his bedroom to do some cleaning. By cleaning, he meant exterminating all of Thing's "clothes", if that's what they can be called. Come to think of it, I hope that he meant for me to burn them, otherwise, Master might fire me. I can't help it if I think Thing's clothes are alive. Come on, they're all furry and feathery and God knows what could be crawling around in the crotch.

Anyway, after I finished cleaning the bedroom, Master rang for some of his special water. I ran to the kitchen to get it, because I can watch him drink that water for hours. Well, I can watch him drink the water until I have to make a hasty exit to my bedroom where...well, we don't have to discuss what I do there. I entered Master's office/playroom with his water just as he was coming out of the door. We collided, and everything fell to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Master, I didn't see you there!" I apologized as I dropped to me knees to pick up the tray and it's belongings.

"No, Enrique, it's entirely my fault," MAster replied as he also kneeled down to help me pick things up.\par \par Which, of course, was when it happened.

I couldn't help myself, or control myself. It didn't bother me that Thing's hands and/or monstrosities (read: silicone dirtypillows) had probably been all over it, I just had to. And it was only inches away.

I stuck my tongue out. It grazed his forehead. Master flinched a bit, but pretended he didn't feel it.

I think he wanted to grant the pleasure to me.

I proceeded to lick slowly to about the middle of his sexy cranium, whereon I realized what I was doing and began to chastise myself.

"No, Enrique's is a bad servant to his Master!" I cried, throwing myself on the floor as Master took to his feet. "Master must be punishing the Enrique now!"

"Yes, Enrique, it's off to the torture chamber," Master said, almost enjoying it. I swear there was a twinkle in his eye.

So many unspeakable things happened in the torture chamber, none of which I can speak of because of the nightmares it could cause me. But when it was over, Master was giving me a Chupa Chup as a note of appreciation.

I must be sleeping now, so that I can dream of headlicks. There will be more headlicks to come, for I know what is in store for me during and after.

Oh no! Thing is back! She is calling for me to...*shudders* loofah her! Oh, the price Enrique is payin' to lick his Master's head!

     


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