Anyone up for writing a review, opinions welcome (changes)

The First Day
The first day I came home and found her in her black coat. She had her black spikes on and I knew the large box beside her was for me. “Hello, dog. I’ve decided on a way to make Christmas this year fun. Get on your knees and beg.”
I fell on my knees and she straddled me. I could just see her heels on either side of me when I looked down. She grabbed my hair and jerked my head back and whispered in my ear. “Did I tell you to leave your pants on?” I shook my head and whined “No, mistress.” I could feel the satin of her thong on my back as she scooted back. “Here, hold this.” She put her whip between my teeth and she reached her arms around and unbuckled my pants and then pulled them slowly down, tapping each leg for me to lift it. Soon, I was on all fours in nothing but my briefs. She pulled those off last, leaving my cock free and growing.
Mistress took her whip from my mouth dismounted with a clack of heels. She pointed with her cat of nine tails at a gift box on the floor wrapped in red ribbon and green, shimmering paper. “There’s your present, dog, go unwrap it.” I began to push myself up and felt the sting of the whip against my back. I fell back on the floor, my head down. I turned my head towards her and she waved insistently at the present with the whip.
Obediently, I crawled over and took the ribbon in my teeth and began to pull. The whip thwacked against my ass and I whined quietly. “No, bad dog! This is a Christmas present, use some enthusiasm!” I stared up at her and then turned and pounced on the present, tearing at the ribbon and wrapping paper shreds fell around me. I ripped off the top of the box and then carefully pulled out the cloth inside with my teeth and spread it out on the floor. It was a series of soft, dark brown leather straps.
“That's not all,” said Mistress. I poked my head back into the rumpled box and pulled out a black rubber nose and a soft brown hat with tufted ears. “Stand up,” said mistress, I slowly lifted up and got lashed again, this time a few strands hit my groin. Exactly three in fact and I froze as I absorbed the pain. “Beg!” said mistress and I raised onto my knees and stared up at her with my mouth slightly open. Mistress petted me and I leaned into it. “Now, be still.” She began to put on the outfit, setting a ring in the center of my chest and adjusting straps which radiated out from it and webbed my chest and around to my back. She pulled two more straps under my legs and back to the front and then back again. At my back I heard snaps and tightening. My groin tingled as the straps cut into my legs and rubbed against my balls with the adjustment.
“There,” said mistress. She popped the nose on and settled the hat on my head. “Sit!” she said before she left the room. I sat still, arms stretched out in front and waited, straining to hear what she’d gone to get. If I looked, she’d be displeased and punish me. If I displeased her enough she’d start to hurt me. I barked joyfully when she came back into my range of vision “Rarf!” “Good dog.” My mistress smiled at me and I began to pant with pleasure.
My gaze was drawn to the black bag she had beside her. “Want to fetch, doggy?” I bobbed my head and panted. she pulled out a Frisbee. “Does the good dog want to play Frisbee, huh does he?” I nodded and panted and she threw it. I hopped and caught it in the air. “Now, bring back the Frisbee. There’s a good dog,” she said as I crawled up to her then spat the Frisbee out in to her open hand and nuzzled her leg. She patted me on the head and then I felt a tug on my balls.
My mistress looked at me. “Does the good dog want me to play with his balls?” She tugged hard and I tensed and whined, fighting not to collapse. “Oh, but they don’t come off. Well, I guess I’ll just have to come to them. “Does my doggy want a belly rub?” I sighed in anticipation and fell on my side with my legs wide open and she began to rub my tummy in small, tight circles, her nails occasionally leaving lines across my stomach. I began to kick my leg and whine and she began to play with my dick with one hand while she lightly hit my stomach with her nails with the other. She began to jerk back and forth and on the fourth jerk I came.

The Obedient Maid
I had very specific instructions for the morning. I'd woken up early and was dressed in the outfit my Mistress had laid out for me the day before along with a note.
Tomorrow, you will serve me.
Sincerely, your Mistress.
My Mistress had picked out a black dress, which stretched three-quarters of the way down my thighs and a white slip with a dainty lace ruffle along the edge. On top of that was a crisp, plain white apron and I wore a white strip of fabric tied around my hair and black 1-4 inch little black heels.
I was ready with the almond oil when the Mistress woke. She stood while I rubbed her shoulders, her breasts and her firm waist in tight little circles so that all of the oil would absorb. I knelt on my knees then I slid oil up and down her legs and massaged it into her buttocks. I rubbed the sides of her thighs and let my hands fall to their sides.
“You aren't done yet,” said the Mistress and I began to rub her pubic area then used both hands to stroke the pink insides of her outer lips. The oil was sucked right up and I had to apply more. I began to rub the inner lips and took my thumb and forefinger and rubbed the clit. The Mistress moaned and then tapped my head. “That's enough.”
The mistress insisted that I dress her. She'd picked the clothes out herself, Her second favorite thong and her favorite half-length robe. I pulled a red and black thong over long, silken legs and set it securely on her hips. I settled pink-feathered slippers onto her feet and she held her arms out to either side as I slipped her dark pink satin robe over her arms and settled it on her shoulders. She stopped me when I tried to tie the sash. “I can do that myself,” she said, though she left the robe untied.
Mistress turned towards me and rubbed up against me. She ran her hands up my arms and frowned. “You haven't moisturized yourself?” I shook my head. “No, Mistress.” I was ashamed to have come before her in such an unsatisfactory state. Mistress stepped back and crossed her arms. “I won't have any maid of mine with such dry skin. Rub yourself down.” “But, Mistress, my uniform.” “Then take it off.” Mistress sat on the bed, her arms crossed kicking out her legs as she waited impatiently. I slipped out of my shoes and pulled my panties off. I untied the apron and looked to the bed for approval. Mistress shook her head. “Leave the dress on.” She stood, walked up to me and knelt in front of me then began rubbing her hands up and down my legs and kneading my groin. She nodded, then stood. Mistress looked at me. “Flip up your skirt and slip and re-tie your apron so that they stay up.” “It's just as I thought,” she said as I did so. Your legs are too dry for a maids'. The spot where they join together is altogether to parched. I'm disappointed in you for not fixing this on your own time. But sine you don't seem to know how to do things right I'm going to watch you.”
She went and sat down in the wooden arm-chair in the corner and sat with her arms on her knees and her legs open. “Well, she said. “Get started. Do I have to tell you when to do everything?” “No, Mistress,” I said and squeezed almond oil into my hand and rubbed both hands together. I rubbed up and down my arms until I was sure they were satisfactory and then I got more oil and bend to rub up and down each leg. In the position I was in, my penis was in constant view. It had thickened and veins were beginning to show as I continued to rub my calves and then my thighs, kneading so that every drop of oil was worked in. When I was finally done with my legs I looked up at Mistress. She had her chin cupped in both hands and was watching me intently. I felt my penis throb. She waved a hand at me. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go on.” I reluctantly got more oil and rubbed it all over my throbbing penis and then began to rub with both hands. “Don't forget those nasty little ball things.” said mistress and my legs shook as I jerked a little harder than I had intended to in surprise. I dragged my hands away and got more oil then I continued to stroke my cock while kneading and pulling at my balls. Oh, I moaned. I could feel it coming! I stopped the kneading and rubbed my palm against my balls while I devoted most of my energy to stroking quickly up and down a firm grasp on my dick. Finally, it was to much I fell to my knees and grasped my dick in both hands and stroked hard a few more times before a spasm went through me and cum shot out onto the carpet.
I heard Mistress coming towards me and then fell to the ground when a ringing slap sent me back a foot. Mistress crouched beside me and pointed angrily at the white substance on the carpet. “That is bad! You're supposed to clean messes up, not make them.” “I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry! I said and hurried and cleaned up myself and the carpet while Mistress stood watching.

I followed several steps behind as my Mistress went to the living room and then scurried forward and held out her chair and scooted it in for her just before she reached the dining table. I retreated just behind her, my hands clasped and my head bowed chastely. “Now, for my breakfast.” I gasped. I'd forgotten about breakfast! I stepped forward. “Yes, mistress?” “I would like tea, french toast and scrambled eggs.” She smiled slightly as if she knew that I'd forgotten. I nodded and hurried to the kitchen.
I poked the eggs and shoved them from one side of the pan to the other. I must not burn the eggs. I heard movement and the sound of the door opening but I stayed focused. A hand slipped up my legs and worked my white panties down to my ankles. I gasped when a finger slipped inside and my whole body tensed, squeezing around her. My tired dick began to solidify again. The finger was removed and I felt the scrape of cotton as my panties were slid back up and settled back against my hips. I scraped the eggs onto a plate and put them in the oven to keep warm, then began on the french toast. There was no one in the kitchen. I put on the tea.
When I set everything on a silver tray and brought it carefully through the door into the living room the mistress was at the table with her legs crossed and her robe still open,though her breast and belly were covered by the newspaper she was reading. I stood quietly while she read. She folded the newspaper twice and then set it further on the table. I set the tray down, accidentally jarring it and the mistress looked at me reprovingly. “I'm sorry Mistress,” I almost stuttered the words out as I set her tea and plate carefully on the table in front of her.
Mistress picked up the newspaper and lifted it. I flinched and she hit me once across both cheeks. The edges of the paper cut into me and I could feel a slight welt begin to form. “Maid, you do not jar my china.” She picked up the blue teacup, so thin it was translucent and stroked it was she stared at me in reprove. I bowed my head until my chin nearly touched my chest and I was staring at my feet. “Yes, mistress. It won't happen again.” I scurried back to my place behind the Mistress.
“Where's my honey?” Mistress sounded peeved. I raised my head and ran back into the kitchen. “Yes mistress, I'll get it right away!' I returned and set down the blue honey jar and returned to my place behind her. “Two spoons.” I gasped and gathered myself before stepping forward and scooping two tiny spoons into the tea cup and stirring the tea until the golden syrup disappeared.
Mistress stared at me. “I could have stirred it myself, you know.” “I'm sorry, Mistress.” I said. Head bowed, I backed up to my place. “Oh, no you don't.” I returned to my Mistress' side. “Yes, Mistress? What have I done?” I flinched as she tipped the cut and sent tea flying all over my uniform. I yipped at the heat and then blinked in wet surprise. Mistress glared at me. “That was the wrong kind of tea.” “Oh! I'm sorry mistress!” I got on my knees and bowed my head. “What can I do to fix it?” She waved at hand at me. “Oh, go get changed. Keep on anything that isn't stained and go and get a new apron. I hurried off and came back wearing the slip, my panties my heels and a new apron. I was still a little damp but the Mistress hadn't told me I could clean myself off. She finished her breakfast and then I went to wash the dishes. After that, I cleaned the house and she amused herself by standing behind me and pointing out mistakes or slipping a feel whenever she felt like it. I couldn't protest I was her maid.
Wrapping the Present
My Mistress had specific instructions for me for the next day.
The next morning, she dressed in a maroon dress and black heels under her tan, double-breasted coat. She pointed to a blue gift box on the floor and then put her purse and a few shopping bags over her shoulder and left.
I took off the lid. Inside where spools of ribbon, containers of glitter, a pair of scissors, wrapping paper and stick on bows and gift tags.
Kneeling beside the box, I panicked. How could I wrap myself up? On the lid of the box was a tag. I picked up the lid and read the tag. The instructions inside where a reiteration of the ones I had been given already.

To my dear, dear slave,
Inside this box are all the things you'll need to wrap yourself up nice and pretty before I come home to open my gift. I'm sure you'll make a nice package.
PS, no outside help is allowed. :( or else.

I took out some of the blue ribbon. All of the ribbons were clothe and in inch wide spools. I took out some of the green and the red. I liked the red. It was deep in color and shiny. I took out some of the wrapping paper and stared at it. The stuff was in folded squares and I couldn't figure out what to do with it. I finally decided on a skirt-toga thing and made one with some of the ribbon to tie around my waist and some staples. I took some glitter and made a shiny, multicolored mess of myself with it.
Then I moved on to the hard part. The blue ribbon went around my neck, down around my legs and then looped around itself around my waist. I tied a limp bow around my chest and then started to wrap my legs in the green. I'd been trying to start with just wrapping them individually and then binding them together, but somehow they got tangled up and I was terrified of damaging the ribbon and bringing down my mistress' wrath.
I took the red ribbon in one hand and stared it it. How does one tie up their own arms? I finally used my teeth to get a few loops around each arm and then fell. I couldn't get up! I thrashed but the more I did so, the harder it was to move. I realized the red ribbon was still attached to the spool and when I rolled around it wrapped around me. I was terrified. Finally I stopped moving and panted. I was afraid I'd hyperventilate.
There was nothing left to do but wait.
Eventually, I heard the sound of a key in the lock and sighed as the door opened. My mistress was home. I wasn't facing towards the door but I could here the click of her heels and the thump of her bags hitting the floor in the entryway. I heard a muffled gasp and the heels clicked towards me and around so that I could see her pale ankles and the exposed part of her feet. I craned and managed to roll further on my side so that I could just see her face. The mistress was looking down at me, her arms at her sides and her palms out. Her expression was one of surprise. We met eyes and the sides of hers crinkled. She began to laugh and fell on her knees beside me.
When my Mistress had calmed down she stared at me and then patted me on the head.
“You're a good little boy, you know. You went through all this trouble while mamma was out and got so tangled up.” She smiled down at me and kissed me on the forehead before shaking her head. “What a mess.” She put her arms to either side of me and then leaned over me, her hair brushing against my cheek. “Still, I suppose there are some advantages.” She kissed me deeply. I could do nothing to regulate it and her tongue brushed forcefully against mine and all along the walls of my mouth. When she was done I panted, out of breath and lips tingling.
The Mistress sat back on her heels and I could feel her look me up and down. She stretched out her arms and lightly ran her nails down my body. I shivered and she did the same with my arms and then pulled me up by the ribbons so that they cut into my chest and kissed me again. She leaned forward and I could see her breasts through the neck of the dress. “Is my present ready yet?” she whispered, breathing moistly on my neck. I whined and nodded as much as I could manage. She slid back down my body until I couldn't see her at all and every part of my body tightened in anticipation. I could only feel pressure upon my legs for a moment and I gathered she was staring. I felt ready. I hoped I was. I'd worked so hard to please her.
I could feel pressure on my groin and I convulsed. “Good boy, you wrapped your package for me.” I could feel pulling and then the sound of tearing and I knew I was out. She began to stroke me along the seam and I couldn't help myself, I shook and whined. “You're that eager, huh? Well, you need to learn to be patient. Just because I've unwrapped a present doesn't mean I'm going to play with it just yet.” She bopped the tip of my penis like one does a kittens' nose and then I heard the click of a heel to one side and felt myself being dragged further into the apartment. I yipped and struggled. I couldn't stop myself. It was uncomfortable being dragged. The wrapping paper on my back had slipped when the front was ripped and my bare ass cheeks were sliding against the floor!
We stopped in the kitchen and I heard a scrape. “No,” I yelped out. I hated knives! I felt a cold piece of metal slide between ribbon and skin on my legs and had a battle inside my head as I tried not to jerk away. The knife slid back the way it had come and I felt a strip of ribbon come free. The knife slid between my legs and eventually they were also free.
I felt hope that I would be allowed to move finally but I heard the clank of metal on counter and forced myself up enough to see my Mistress as she spread my legs and grabbed my testicles with each hand, her maroon nails facing in like claws as they dug into my tender flesh. I jerked and let out a high whine. The Mistress released my moments after. “That is for telling me no. I know what I'm doing.” She reached up and I heard scraping on the counter and was afraid it was the knife again but in her hand were scissors. She cut the rest of the ribbons off of my arms and shook her head at the red grooves lining them. “Tsk, tsk.” she grabbed the spool of red ribbon and waved it at me. “I'm going to have to teach you how to use this correctly tonight, aren't I.”

A Gift for Doggy
On the first day, when I came home, she was waiting for me in her black coat. I say coat but it’s a coat jacket of satin with long tails reaching almost to her ankles. She had her four-inch black spikes, one of many favorite pairs, which had extra straps wrap twice around her slim, smooth ankles. She stood with her whole body thrust forward aggressively. There was a large gift box behind her and I knew it had to be for me. “Hello, dog. I’ve decided on a way to make Christmas this year fun. Get undressed and get on the floor.” She stepped forward, showing me soft thigh and a hint of thong, the fabric flashing as it caught the light with her movement.
I fumbled for the buttons on my shirt and gave up with a grunt of disgust at how useless such things are when you are in a hurry. I yanked my shirt off and spent such a long time fumbling with my belt. Finally I got it off and shoved down my pants, leaving all of my clothing in an untidy pile by the coat closet. I was always so tidy unless I was in a hurry and Mistress had a whip.
I fell on all fours and Mistress straddled me. She grabbed my hair and jerked my head back then she whispered in my ear. “Did I tell you to leave your boxers on?” I shook my head and whined “No, mistress.” I hadn’t realized it but I had. I’d left my underwear on. “Fuck me! It was a stupid mistake. Soft, warm flesh and silky cool cloth slid against the skin on my back as she slid down behind me and I tensed as it they tickled my flesh.
“Here, hold this and sit up.” She put her whip between my teeth and she reached her arms around and unbuckled my pants. “Now, stand up.” I did and she pulled my boxers slowly down, tapping each leg for me to lift it. “Now, back down, said mistress with a shove at the small of my back. I got back on all fours, hoping that was what she’d meant. I was on the cold tile of the entryway in nothing, my cock free and growing.
Mistress took her whip from my mouth and stood beside me with a clack of heels. She pointed with her cat of nine tails at a gift box just inside the apartment on the wooden floor, wrapped in red ribbon and green, shimmering paper.
“There’s your present, dog. Now, go unwrap it.” I began to push myself up and felt the sting of the whip against my back. I fell back on the floor, my head down. I turned my head towards my Mistress and she waved insistently at the present with the whip.
Obediently, I crawled over, took the ribbon in my teeth and began to pull. The whip thwacked against my ass and I whined quietly. “No, bad dog! This is a Christmas present, use some enthusiasm!” I stared up at Mistress and then turned and pounced on the present, tearing at the ribbon.Wrapping paper shreds fell around me. I ripped off the top of the box and then carefully pulled out the cloth inside with my teeth and spread it out on the floor. The content of the box was a series of soft, dark brown leather straps.
“That's not all,” said Mistress. I poked my head back into the rumpled box and pulled out a black rubber nose and a soft brown hat with tufted ears. “Stand up,” said mistress, I slowly lifted up and got lashed again, this time a few strands hit my groin. Exactly three in fact and I froze as I absorbed the pain. “Beg!” said mistress and I raised onto my knees and stared up at her with my mouth slightly open. Mistress petted me and I leaned into it. “Now, be still.” She began to put on the outfit, setting a ring in the center of my chest and adjusting straps which radiated out from it and webbed my chest and around to my back. She pulled two more straps under my legs and back to the front and then back again. At my back I heard snaps and tightening. My groin tingled as the straps cut into my legs and rubbed against my balls with the adjustment.
“There,” said mistress. She popped the nose on and settled the hat on my head. “Sit!” she said before she left the room. I sat still, arms stretched out in front and waited, straining to hear what she’d gone to get. If I looked, she’d be displeased and punish me. If I displeased her enough she’d get creative. I enjoyed the punishments but I also feared what she might do if she got peeved enough. My balls tightened at the thought of having a ruler slapped against them again. I barked joyfully when she came back into my range of vision “Rarf!” “Good dog.” My Mistress smiled at me and I began to pant with pleasure.
My gaze was drawn to the black bag she had beside her. “Want to fetch, doggy?” I bobbed my head and panted. She pulled out a Frisbee. “Does the good dog want to play Frisbee, huh does he?” I nodded and panted and she threw it. I hopped and caught it in the air. “Now, bring back the Frisbee. There’s a good dog,” she said as I crawled up to her then spat the Frisbee out in to her open hand and nuzzled her leg. She patted me on the head and then I felt a tug on my balls.
My Mistress looked at me. “Does the good dog want me to play with his balls?” She tugged hard and I tensed and whined, fighting not to collapse. “Oh, but they don’t come off. Well, I guess I’ll just have to come to them. “Does my doggy want a belly rub?” I sighed in anticipation and fell on my side with my legs wide open and she began to rub my tummy in small, tight circles, her nails occasionally leaving lines across my stomach. I began to kick my leg and whine and she began to play with my dick with one hand while she lightly hit my stomach with her nails with the other. She stoked me and continued to tease my soft belly with her other hand. The feel of fingernails against my soft, easily marked flesh is wonderful. She stoked me and used her thumb to rub the vein along the underside of my dick with just enough pressure. She spat on her hand and I whined at the break in contact and then whined in pleasure when she started again, coating my penis in slimy cold spit, my Mistress’ spit. It warmed up quickly enough and her hand slid slickly up and down my shaft, giving my head teasing touches as her hand made it back to the top and then down again. She picked up speed and let me have a little more at my head and then began to jerk swiftly. I whined and whined as I felt the impending release and then I whined once, long and drawn out and stayed as still as possible as she stroked me again and I came, the white, slick cum arching out and falling on my dick, My Mistress’ hand and my leg.