3 Irreplaceable Pet Pt 3

The restless morning was more than Alice could handle, for the first time in a long time, he'd been up and ready before his pet and had to drag him out of bed by his tail so he'd get dressed and prepare breakfast. Being rather tame with his scoldings he let him off the hook with a soft spank to his behind and no sleeping in for the rest of the week. This made Issac look even more gloomy, his eyes somewhat tired and lips a little dry.

'Is he getting sick?' somewhat worried that he too would fall ill, he put down his coffee and popped the question. "Little one, are you possibly feeling ill this morning?" he tapped his glass while looking him over.

"Nope." using the tongs to move the bacon, eggs and square sausage onto a plate with some ham and cheese toast Issac turned and placed the plate in front of his Master. Sitting across from Alice, he put a fork and knife on either side of his plate. "Enjoy, Master." sounding rather deflated the half breed leaned his head on his arms.

He didn't seem bubbly, a bit odd for someone as sweet as Issac. "... I think someone deserves a slice of bacon. Open up!" he teased, holding the bacon out for the kitty.

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry, Master." he seemed bland today, what was up with him.

"Huh, why are you being so disdainful this morning?" asking him directly why he was being so dismissive and not himself, the answer to his question was quite a disrespectful one.

"Oh, I'm not trying to be, please enjoy your breakfast. I'll go do the laundry." he stood up and walked into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Alice sat with his breakfast in front of him, silently. He couldn't quite believe what had just happened, Issac walked away from him and had a bit of an attitude. Leaving his master in the kitchen like some lowly staff member. He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair, trying to keep himself calm.

Taking a bite of his breakfast before heading out of the kitchen with his coffee in hand. He was contemplating punishing his pet but he wanted to go for a more distant approach because Issac was being dismissive and disrespectful. He'd been through the works with Issac's tantrums, crying and anxiety; this was just another one of those days. Heading upstairs and passing by the laundry room, he made sure not to glance inside, leaving Issac to do what he pleased so his punishment would take effect before it'd even started.

Smirking as he neared the top of the stairs, he headed into the bedroom and pulled out a small blue box. Teasing his fingers over the lid before opening it - the click of the metal gave him a feeling of superiority, usually he felt superior to his pet but, it seemed like today they were going to have a little fun by playing cat and mouse - Issac was the mouse and Alice the cat. Quite ironic considering Issac was a half breed.

He knew it wasn't uncommon for pets to test their limits by rebelling against their dominant because it excited them - he knew a sub that didn't top, but like to pin their partner down and be on top while reviving. He had the upper hand in what he called, a game of cat and mouse. He knew it'd be easy for him to force his desires onto his pet, but, where was the fun in that.

He pulled a collar and small plastic card out of the box, he smiled, his eyes full of excitement. Trying to contain himself, he took out a few more toys he was going to use in their little game; Issac would come to his side if he was called upon, therefore, he wouldn't pay any attention to him. He was going to leave the collar and other toys outside the study door and wait for him. His pet can be dismissive but he will always ask for his Master's permission, no matter what mood he's in.

Hiding the box under the bed he silently headed to the study, leaving the toys outside the door with a note, "Wear these." Closing the door and waiting for Issac to do as the paper said, he sat back in his chair and turned his attention to some work he'd been putting off. Playing with his pet is rather time consuming - fun, but he has other priorities that do not involve Issac.

Having a coffee machine and disposable cups in the study made working through deadlines easier. He couldn't help but sigh that his pet wasn't by his side, though he'd soon be begging and pleading with his Master for something far more lewd, than head pats.

"Hm...mmhm…" the soft sound soft humming came from the laundry room, the little kitten was folding his master's expensive work trousers and everyday t-shirts. He enjoyed folding clothes, it made him feel neat and organized. 'Master's went upstairs, I should clean up the kitchen.' putting the folded washing into the clean clothes basket he carefully put the basket on the storage shelf before heading to the kitchen.

Turning off the washing machine he closed the door as the dryer was still on and making a racket. Walking silently into the kitchen and grabbing the apron so his clothes didn't get wet - his ears flopped down at the plate of food left on the breakfast bar.

'Master didn't eat his breakfast? Was it not cooked properly!' his eyes widened.

Hurting over to the plate and cutting himself a small piece of the square sausage; he ate it. '... it tastes... good.' he swallowed and took the fork and knife off the plate before picking it up.

Walking over to the bin and scrapping the food into it. He sighed, feeling like a disappointment. 'Master asked why I was being disdainful, but I wasn't… Or, I thought I wasn't.' he hoped his Master wasn't angry with him.

'Another pet?'

He jumped at the sound of something fragile smashing, he looked down and realized he'd spaced out and broke one of Master's good white plates. 'You're so stupid! He's probably angry with you and thinking about buying another half breed. He doesn't need you, think about every time you've made a mess! All for what, to disappoint your Master?' his eyes watered as his intrusive thoughts plagued him.

"Ah!" he whimpered, cutting his finger on something sharp. "... Master…" he whispered.

Issac stood up and walked over to the cupboard, grabbing the first aid kit. Holding his hand over the sink while turning on the cold tap, the boy tried to calm himself down. Holding his fingers under the water in case glass had gotten inside, he took out an antiseptic wipe and carefully wiped the cut. Wincing quietly as it nipped the wound, his nose didn't thank him for the smell of antiseptic wipes, it made him gag.

'If you apologize, maybe Alice will forgive you?'

Wrapping the plaster around his cut finger, he listened to his mind's advice and quickly packed away the first aid kit. Grabbing the brush and dustpan the kitty cleaned up the glass and made sure to put the shards into the glass bin and not the normal bin. Master Alice would be upset if he caused more trouble this morning, breaking yet another plate and being unpleasant this morning; he had so much to apologise for and the day hadn't even started yet.

Taking off his apron, he hung it up and quickly jogged out of the kitchen and the stairs. Due to Issac being a half breed, his senses were far more efficient than a humans, meaning, he could always find his Master by his scent or the light sound of typing from the study. He rushed down the hall and hoped he'd hear Alice call out the usual. "Stop running, Issac!", but he didn't.

Slowing his run to a fast walk, he saw what looked like toys and a note on top. Kneeling down, he opened the note, read it and turned it over to see the second half of said note. "Wear these. Knock twice when you're done." he'd never been told to insert toys this way before, it made him nervous of what would happen next.

Picking up the collar with a bell, he put it round his neck - the quiet jingle occurring as he fiddled with the clip at the back, all of Issac's collars had been fitted to his neck size. His lips parted as he hesitated to ask where the lube was, but knew the note said "Knock" not "Talk".

Standing up and heading for the bedroom, he left the toys at the study door. Opening the room door, he quickly walked over to the drawer and took out the strawberry lube. He headed back to the study and took off his white underwear getting on his knees. Knowing that he'd have to make himself wet before inserting the remote control vibrator, he spread his legs and sat up while lubing his fingers.

'You've done this before… you shouldn't be nervous…' lifting his skirt, he rubbed his middle finger against his entrance. 'It feels strange without Master by my side…' moving his finger slowly inside, he added another and whimpered quietly as he tried to loosen up around his fingers.

The feeling of his walls tightening as he moved was a clear indication that he wasn't able to relax. He picked up the lube and removed his fingers gently - making his fingers very wet. The sudden sensational softness of his fingers slipping inside and rubbing against his walls was a relief.

"Haa~"

He moaned joyfully, extra lubrication was all he needed to achieve success and be able to spread himself just enough for the toy to go inside. Putting the toy in his mouth, he sucked it allowing his saliva to coat it; Issac was naughty and enjoyed sucking things to make them wet instead of wasting precious lube.

"... Nngh…Mm.." he groaned through his lips as the toy entered his body - his appendage semi-hard after playing with himself.

With the toy inside, he only needed to put on his cock ring and gag; he liked the feeling of the straps against his cheeks, even though, this wasn't your run of the mill ball gag, it was a cock-gag, meaning you'd slide the three inches of silicone into your mouth and secure the straps nice and tight to the back of your head. Issac knew Alice wasn't happy with him because of all the toys and what they were designed for. He put the gag on and made sure the double straps went over and under his human ears - a novice would most likely put the straps above their ears and end up hurting themselves.

He worried Alice would start to get bored if he took to long, so, he started jerking himself off. Trying to keep his groans to a minimum, he slowed his strokes while keeping a tight grip, his eyes closed but no moans occurred. His body felt full yet nothing was really happening; every time he touched himself he'd ask Alice for permission and be given a direct, seductive answer in return. The silence, pleasure and toys were a little dull compared to previous times he'd been pleasured by them.

'... I'm hard but nothing is happening, if only Master was next to me, watching me play with myself. He'd pet me, call me a good boy… maybe even…' his mind became a little fuzzy once he imagined Alice calling him pet names and caressing him all over. "... Mmmph~ … Hmgh…" he moaned audibly, his eyes rolled back just before he forced the ring down to the base of his shaft. 'I almost didn't stop, it felt so good!' shaking his head and bringing himself back to his senses he leaned forward and knocked the door twice.

The deafening silence made his ears lower and hands tremble. Knocking twice again he shuddered, the sudden vibrations occurring so intensely inside his walls were overwhelmingly sweet. "Haa~ Nnghh… Mm.." his breathing was heavy and body tense - he'd never been surprised like that before, his heart was beating so fast, he could barely bring himself to his knees.

"It's almost noon, bring me some brunch, I skipped breakfast.' the order was simple and he couldn't apologize then and there for upsetting his Master, only do as he was told and be quick about it.

Take a deep breath through his nose, he exhaled the same way before swallowing built up saliva - he wanted to be useful to his Master, show him he wasn't a bad pet and would do anything for him, even if he was being punished in the process. Bringing himself to his knees he hummed "Mhm." in response to the order, taking hold of the door handle and gaining some sort of control over his vibrating limbs.

Patting his white and sunflower yellow maid's outfit off, he headed along the hall and down the stairs. Issac worried he'd fall down the stairs due to the vibrator, therefore, he held onto the banister with both hands going one step one at a time.

'Vibrators are something I should be used to, this should be super easy...' he leaned against the banister and whimpered at the light vibrations going through his lower half. 'Master knows I'm a good boy and will follow him everywhere he goes~' staying positive as his shoes took their first step onto the first floor.

The little kitty took a deep breath, the vibrations had come to a halt for the time being, which gave him the focus he needed to get into the kitchen and start whipping up brunch. Opening the fridge, he took out the pastry, putting the roll onto the cutting board and quickly grabbed the flour jar. He hummed to himself, sprinkling flour over the cutting board and his hands. Placing the pastry in the middle of the board, he used the floured rolling pin to flatten and stretch the dough.

He knew Cinnamon rolls were one of his and Master's favourites, meaning he'd score points for making Alice's favourite treat. He wanted to make many dishes, use all the ingredients they had, but knew Alice wouldn't finish them all. He'd always been a small portion eater, never too much nor too little - if he had too much on his plate, he gave it to Issac. It was something Issac found sweet about his Master, the way he gave him his unwanted food, when he could bin it and leave him with nothing.

Washing off his floured hands, he dried them before opening the cupboard and turning on the cooker, preheating would give him time to season the pastry before rolling it up and cutting it into yummy swirls. Taking out a small wooden bowl, he put it on the counter and used kitchen roll to wipe his gag clean; his mouth started watering from the thought of warm, gooey pastries coming out of the oven. He hadn't eaten yet, hopefully he'd be allowed to have one, after Alice ate his fill.

'Cinnamon, brown sugar, salt and a light spread of butter!~' he ran the ingredients through his mind.

Happily putting on some music as he danced over to the cupboard. "..Mmmph… Nngh~" he moaned and leaned against the door frame with his lips tight around the gag. He swallowed, feeling his tail coil around his waist as his walls were so blissfully teased.

'Master's eager to punish this afternoon~'

Taking slow steps into the cupboard, he took the ingredients he needed, holding them close to his chest as the toys vibrations stopped once more. He sighed with relief and took deep breaths through his nose; wiping the gag after placing the ingredients onto the counter. He wasn't a fan of the mess gags made, he usually wore them for twenty or so minutes, but, he'd wore one longer - much longer.

Wiping his hands with a kitchen towel, the little chief got to work on those buns. He was determined to please Alice with the snack and a lovely French toast with a light drizzle of caramel and orange bits - a meal fit for his Master. Being a servant and many other things, he knew every meal should look wonderful and taste perfect, henceforth, he paid attention to presentation. Issac was a little OCD, he hated the look of a plain plate; he had high expectations for his food presentation.

Putting the cinnamon mixture into the wooden bowel, he mixed it all together and evenly sprinkled it all over the pastry. Using the rolling pin to press it nicely into the doughy texture, his cheeks turned peachy pink with glee. Carefully rolling it up and grabbing a chef's knife, he sliced it into eight generous pieces, carefully laying them out on the grease proof paper tray- it'd been lightly buttered for a tasteful hint to the bottom of each bun. Opening the oven door, he slid the tray into the oven and closed it gently. Putting on a timer for twenty minutes, he cleaned up his work station before making French toast, something that takes only ten minutes.

"...Haa… Nnm~" he took deep breaths, feeling himself throb and become frustrated as he was close to climaxing - the cock ring preventing him from doing so. '... I hope Master will remove the gag once he gets his brunch. I know he can punish me however he pleases, but it's really tight!' a tight cock-ring isn't pleasant, there meant to be just tight enough, although, this one was far tighter than Issac was used to.

Opening the bread bin, he took three slices of bread and closed it. Laying the slices on a smaller cutting board, he grabbed a pan and popped in two thin slices of margarine. French toast tasted good buttery with some caramel sauce, that was the secret to Issac Savoury-Sweet french toast. Opening the fridge he took out two large eggs and cracked them into the mixer; they had a fancy counter top one, good for meringues.

'Being unable to talk is kinda strange, I usually sing and dance while making lunch. Master watches me most of the time, although he isn't right now. He goes for a shower before dinner, so, I guess it's like dinner time because Master's upstairs and we play Chopin…which can't be sung, but hummed.' getting lost in his trainnofnthough, he checked the buns.

His eyes lit up as the smell of baked goods hit the kitties nose. 'They smell really good~' if he wasn't gagged he'd be drooling.

Standing up, he grabbed some paper towels and wiped around his mouth. The oven door was shut by his foot as they needed ten more minutes; he turned off the mixer and popped it up, pulling the bowl out and turning on the hob. He put the pan over the heat, dipping the bread into the batter generously and swiftly put it onto the buttery surface.

While Issac mastered the art of brunch, Alice was actively plotting his next moves in their little punishment game. He'd been aware of his fruitful desires since childhood, he wanted his very own pets that obsessed, loved and craved him; more than any human could. Half breed's excited him, their peachy cheeks, soft bums, petite bodies with scrumptious curves and their kitten ears and silky smooth tail.

"When I grow up i'm going to have all the half breed's in the world! I'll give them all names and love them unconditionally!~" a memory of his childhood self plastered a grinned across his face.

"I always wanted a half breed to call my own, and now, I have one~ He cooks, cleans, does everything I say and worships me! He's perfect, and I have him all to myself~" talking to himself, he looked at the remote and the time. His little kitten had been cooking for about thirty to forty-five minutes, surely he'd be coming upstairs any moment now.

His little half breed was cooking the last slice of French toast, his girly palms grasped the warm caramel sauce with a cloth - it was runny and sweet, just out of the microwave. He smiled as he moved the last slice off the pan with a metal spatula, laying it on top and in the middle of the other two slices of french toast. He stared, almost mesmerized by the golden savoury sweet dish, as he sprinkled icing sugar lightly over the top of the toast - drizzling the warm caramel in zigzags over the top.

'... Its almost perfect…' he thought.

Moving the plate onto a spacious tray he quickly turned off the oven and pulled out the cinnamon buns with his cloth in hand; the smell of heavenly baked goods causing him to hum. Placing the tray onto the wooden cutting board he grabbed a clean spatula and carefully moved five buns into a shallow bowl. He was very gentle when placing each bun into the bowl, presentation, taste and smell must be perfect; he wanted to please his Master. Waiting two whole minutes, he drizzled icing in the same fashion as the caramel over the buns; grabbing a white mug he filled it with fresh black coffee and added half a sugar.

Issac pulled off his apron and washed his hands - drying them rapidly. Picking up the tray, he headed out of the kitchen and used his back to open the door and carefully get out of the kitchen. Paying attention to his steps, he walked a little slower than usual, fearing he'd ruin the meal he'd created. Walking along the hall, he used his foot to gently tap the door twice, hearing the office chair move away from the desk and footsteps near the door.

Seeing a shoulder and part of a tray made Alice feel very pleased in his pet's ability to work under pressure. He opened the door fully, gazing down at the tray and avoiding eye contact with his pet for a moment or two due to the urge to pin him down and slide as deeply as possible inside him. He'd been eager to do so, ever since his kitty headed downstairs. Nevertheless, his resilience was impeccable - he wouldn't give in, yet.

"Mm. How delicious." he turned and walked back over to the desk.

The half breed followed, placing the tray down and picked up the cutlery. Holding it out for his Master, ever since the door was opened, the room was tense and everything relied on his obedience- the meal was good, but he knew his disrespect and attitude led to this punishment.

"My favourite foods, how cute~" taking the fork and knife out of his hand. Alice cut into the French toast, he intentionally took the softest caramelized piece into his mouth and licked his lips.

"...Hm…" Issac hummed, watching his Master's lips like a starved dog.

He didn't want food, he wanted to kiss and suck all his naughty places. 'He's intentionally playing with me, if I crack and touch him without permission. He'll take away my privileges and force me to wear these toys daily until I learn to suppress my desires, and I'm given his permission. I want to apologise for my tone earlier! I didn't intend to sound so disrespectful, I feel terrible… I want Master to know that...' wiping his eyes as he let himself get caught in the vicious cycle of overthinking. He hoped his tears wouldn't put Alice off of his meal, the effort he put into it would all be for nought.

Sadists aren't all powered by torturing their submissive, some like light pain, others are into the hardcore stuff and then, there's a middle ground. Alice was within the centre of soft to hardcore; he got off to begging, pushing the subs buttons and those on a remote control. Pleasure wasn't something he craved, it was the power behind pleasure, his fuel, the sheer burst of lust he received from making his little one climaxing within minutes; thrusting so deep the sounds of fornication are like music to your ears.

"Sit." seeing him wipe his wet eyes didn't please him at all. Once he sat down, he petted his head twice. "Make this more often, its lovely~" keeping the game lively, Alice didn't see the harm in head pats and well deserted praise. The spread was done so well, he couldn't tell the difference between a restaurant making it or his pet. If his guests ate what Issac prepared, they'd be holding up wads of cash or taking out their check-books.

Peachy cheeks were followed with a bow of the head as a thank you for the praise. 'He wants me to make it more often, which means I did really good!' waiting patiently he heard a piece of cutlery be placed onto his plate and looked up to see his phone, in his hand.

"Mm, moist, fresh and my favourite! I think you deserve more than a head pat~"

The way his Master spoke of his meal and how delicious it was, made his cheeks darker. He felt nervous, the toys placed all over his body were teasing enough, but watching his thumb hover over the button that could make Issac melt in seconds - gave him this familiar feeling of anxious excitement.

"... M-Mm…" he tensed at the sudden pulse of pleasure going through his body. 'If only the toy was Master's size! Maybe then, I'd be allowed to cum~' his impure thoughts continued to get filthier as he leaned on his palms and started to sweat. The poor thing was panting and drooling within a few minutes, how would he survive a cock ring holding him hostage.

Alice watched while eating another cinnamon bun, leaving his phone next to his palate on solo mode, his lips were nice and sweet from the tasteful treat his little lamb had made. He almost couldn't believe he'd cooked something good while his insides were ravished by silicone. He was stiff with fascination.

"Come closer." the command was simple enough, would his little lamb be able to follow through?

"...Nngh… Hmm…" his lips were loose around his gag, he'd held out while cooking for his Master's sake, and now, he could barely keep his composure.

Crawling on his hands and knees. Drool dripped onto his hands as he looked down at the floor, with sweat at the back of his neck and thighs vibrating. 'You can do this!' bitting the silicone, his eyes closed and body shuddered.

"Closer, Little one."

He crawled a little closer and felt his head be caressed softly. His ears twitched from the feeling of Alice's skin, he hummed and moved his head as it was lifted. 'This cock ring is torture!' gazing into my Master's mischievous eyes, I felt the gag strap come loose and be lifted over my ears.

"There, there~ You're doing so well, Baby." it was clear he'd won their game due to Issac practically dragging himself to his feet for relief; he'd learned his lesson, no more attitude or dropping titles.

"...Haa~ Th.. Thank you…" his lips were swollen, which Alice pressed with his thumb before gently pulling at his bottom lip. "Mmnm!" he whimpered.

"Swollen, how cute."

"... I'm s-sorry for this morning…" he panted. "...I… was out of line, for dropping your title!" a steady apology wasn't easy for the little kitty, for obvious reasons.

Alice cupped his cheeks and pressed his thumbs against his parted lips. Rubbing his index finger against his tongue which was also a little tender; the gag had done its job. Lifting his chin and spinning in his chair to have his full body facing him. His right hand moved and tapped off the vibrator. Hearing him pant in relief made a smirk appear on his face.

"...Good boys suck well, with these swollen lips and a tender tongue - I assume you can't be a good boy for me, can you?" pushing his buttons sadistically and sitting back in his chair, he'd watched as Issac used his shaking hands to undo his belt and slowly unzip his pants.

"I'll make you feel good, Master!" his breathing had slowed slightly.

"Tsk, you didn't even ask permission!" he looked down at him.

"May I, Master?"

His lips curved to another smirk. "Go ahead, Little one." spreading his legs as far as his chair would let him, he watched Issac lean his head against his inner thigh, nuzzling into his warmth before burying his face into his crotch and purring at his musky scent.

'He's acting like a deprived calf from his mother's milk. Hm, it's like the first time we were intimate together, he was so lustful and needy! He acted like a cat in heat that night~'

The hungry little kitty was eager to please, he'd been given permission to do the one thing he adored. It filled him with excitement, he used his teeth to pull down Alice's boxers and hummed at the heat of his member brushing against his cheek. Moving his mouth closer to his member, he licked up and over his tip before swirling it around and taking it into his warm, moist mouth.

"..Mmnm~"

The poor lambs tender muscle and swollen lips made him whimper as he sucked his Master's tip. Swallowing hard as his mouth was like a pool of saliva he groaned consuming more of his Master's juicy inches - half breeds are very sensitive creatures, their keen senses and impeccable bite gives a sexual bonus on how well they can suck you inside. Alice admired Issac for his oral talents, it was something he didn't need any training for, due to his naughty turn on for sucking things. Humming audibly as his head was pushed down and throat entered abruptly lying, his eyes rolled back for a moment.

"Nnmgh…" gripping Alice's arm he felt the sides of his head be gripped softly as his head was gently lifted. "Mm~" bobbing his head as leisurely as possible, he tried to block out the light pain with every suck. He'd gotten to the base many times, if he wanted to satisfy Alice, he knew he'd need to go to the base and suck slowly - just how he liked it.

"Hm~ Good boy." caressing his ears with his thumb and index fingers.

Alice watched in awe as his obedient little kitten used his mouth well, that gag sure had helped him be ready for something slipping inside, even though he choked at deepthroating - a little. When they first met, intimacy was a slow build up of teasing and Issac getting comfortable around his Master. He would blush at the slightest of things back then, it was rather adorable. Their bonding was innocent, believe it or not. Alice taught Issac how to tie a kimono bow perfectly, fold a tablecloth into a crane and how to walk in Geta style footwear; a form of traditional Japanese flip-flops. Their bonding was intimate in the sense of flirting and light teasing.

'You really were so fragile back then!' his eyes gazed down at him while he skillful sucked blissful hard and bobbed heavenly slow. "Huh~ That's good, you've come so far, since the day I bought you. It's cute how much pleasure you can handle these days! You used to moan and beg if I nibbled your tail, or cream yourself if I stroked you with a tight grip~" trying to make Issac remember in the heat of this beautiful moment, Alice smirked as he held the back of his head and started thrusting somewhat slowly.

"Mmmph~" holding the back of his Master's thighs as he slowly stood up and continued to thrust. His eyes closed as he sat up on his knees, the thickness of his warmth going deep into his throat as his hair was gripped and head held in place.

"Agh~ Buying you was the best thing I ever did." as he thrusted faster he groaned quietly, feeling his balls tense as he neared climax. "Swallow like a good kitty~" he ordered in a deep, seductive voice.

"Nngh~ Hmm!" Issac kept himself relaxed and sucked harder, eagerly awaiting to drink his Master's milk.

As Alice loosened his tie and continued to thrust, he groaned once more before peaking orgasm and came in his kitten's throat. The whites of the little one's eyes appeared as he swallowed the gooey milk, breathing heavily as his body was sweaty and cock probably throbbing. Alice kept himself inside his pet's mouth for a moment or two, sliding himself out and using a wipe to clean himself up. Issac sure did make his dick wet.

Zipping himself up and sitting down. He gazed down at his pet's skirt, he didn't look noticeably hard but, it seemed he was sitting funnily. Using his shoe to press against his crotch, his ankle was gently held by Issac himself - he wasn't being disobedient, he was preventing his Master from hurting him.

"...Please… It hurts…" wiping his mouth with a tissue from the desk, he watched his Master's hand move down to his skirt and lift it up.

"Ah, you're swollen." looking at his tip and then base, he realized his cock was hard but definitely swollen, quietly bad just above the base of his shaft. "Lay down." watching him lay back onto the floor and spread his legs a little, Alice pulled back his skirt and let it lay on his stomach for the time being.

Kneeling down in front of Issac, he took out the bottle of lube from his desk drawer. Putting some on his fingers, he gently rubbed it around the cock ring, slowly sliding over the swollen skin, his kitten whimpering quickly as he did so. He didn't feel bad, just worried that he'd be sore for a day or so. He knew cock rings were meant to be tight, but this was a little extreme; he was definitely not going to buy another one of these from the same place.

"... Master.. It hurts… I haven't released yet…" seeing Issac's teary eyes was enough to make him say yes, to giving him release. He'd been swollen like this for how knows, how long. It was the least he deserved for being so good.

"Sh~ You're alright" as the cock ring slid off and he put it on the floor beside him. He gently stroked his sensitive pet's cock and watched as his tail coiled around his forearm. "You've been such a good boy, today. You deserve to cum, don't you think?" smirking as his pet gripped his skirt and raised his hips a little - his moans poured out of him, he sounded so horny, even though, his cock was hurting.

"Haa… Mmhm, I do, if Master thinks so! Ahh~" as he got closer to climax, he looked down and sighed in relief that the ring wasn't holding his cum hostage any more.

"Hm. You never cease to please me." squeezing him a little tighter, he smiled as the boy's back arched and toes uncontrollably culled.

Hearing his magnificent sounds fill the room gave Alice the overwhelming feeling of power, he stroked a little faster and licked his lips as his pet squirmed and tail tightened around his wrist. It was a show he could watch forever, so alluring and the melody was beyond perfect - who wouldn't want to sit back and watch?

"A-Agh-Haa~... Nnmph… Alice!~" he moaned his Master's name.

His back curved nicely as his cock started squirting out cum, covering his dress the last of his cum oozing out of his tip and rubbing over his Master's fingers. He tasted the light bitterness of himself before sucking it off and swallowing tiredly.

Caressing Issac's cheek and feeling him leaning into his palm. He smiled briefly, taking a tissue and quickly wiping him down before realizing the vibrator was still inside him. Raising a brow he spread his legs some more and felt his palm be licked and nuzzled against; he was tempted to fill his little one up with something bigger than a vibrator, but, surprisingly, he was satisfied for today with oral and playing with his toys - his half breed one of his favourites.

"Not today, Little one." gently caressing his entrance as a little warning the toy was coming out, he slowly pulled the flat base and watched as it slid out of his pet.

"Master, may I have a cinnamon bun, please?" laying there so indecent and asking with such softness and innocence to his voice was a tease of it's own.

Alice took a cinnamon bun off the plate and held it just above his lips. "Of course, little one." letting Issac take the treat and sit up.

He stood up and put the tissues into the bin, at the side of his desk. Thinking about his life without a half breed, he stared down at Issac and sighed to himself - amused by his thoughts. How could he get bored, of something as wonderful and as rare as his pet. Training him came easily, he listened, was eager to please and by his luck, fell in love with him. A pet such as Issac could never be replaced, nor would he leave Alice's side.