I Get Caught by Mistress

We both run through the back yards as Mistress gets out of the car. We look behind us but can't see her until we come to a fenced off area. Our only choices are either to go back or go towards the road, there are some bushes we could hide in. David decides for us by running towards the road. I follow him but just as soon as I reach the edge of the house something pulls my hair and I fall backwards onto the grass. I can see David briefly look at me before running away before look towards what caused me to fall only to be greeted by the sight of thick thighs and a pussy I'm familiar with.

"Mistress I'm s-" I try to gasp out before she drops down on my face. I try to gasp for air but the only thing I take in is sweat and her pussy juice. I try to push her off of me as I feel my vision start to fade but she grabs my hands and she puts something metal on each wrist. **** for air I start lick her hoping she will give me air. I struggle more as my vision fades and right upon passing out Mistress stands up. I greedily gulp down air before she starts to drag me by the cuffs.

I beg and cry asking her to forgive me as she drags me back to the suv before she forces me into the trunk. When we return to the garage she keeps me in the trunk as she removes the garage door opener from the wall. When the trunk opens I stumble out before all but crying "Mistress, I'm sorry. David said you were going to leave me! Please forgive m-"

"Silence. Only good toys get to talk. You....you have been a very very bad toy. What am I going to do with such a ill behaved toy. Maybe I should give you to the Mrs. Jones. She quite likes fucking the cock right into you." Mistress says as she passes around me before settling on giving my dick a hard squeeze and tug it. Despite my self I leave a trail of pre on her hand. She looks at her palm in disgust before rubbing it onto my face.

"Maybe you don't deserve to be a toy. Maybe a pet....yes.....I could use a pet to greet me when I come home." mistress mumbles to herself as she looks me over before without warning she punches me in the stomach. I buckle over and collapse to the floor gasping for breath as I curl into a ball. she taps her foot next to my head impatiently.

"Well pet. Aren't you going to clean your owner after she got messy because of you?" mistress says growing more impatient. Still gasping I kneel and place my hands on her legs as I go to lick her pussy but before I could get close she slaps me hard enough for me to have to catch myself to avoid hitting the floor.

"NO! Only good pets get to lick owner." Owner says as she stomps her grass and dew covered foot in front of me. I try to look up to her wondering if she's serious but all I can see is her plump thighs as a single droplet runs slowly down them. I give her foot a tentative lick expecting her to hit me again but when no retribution comes I give it another and then another. After I had cleaned one foot I moved to the next and when I finished cleaning that one owner simply turned and left after turning out the light. I stayed there on all fours until my eyes adjusted and then I searched for a place to sleep finding nothing but cold concrete until I bumped into the drier and to my relief found a mostly full clothes basket on top. I struggle for a bit to pull the basket down without standing and am eventually rewarded with an avalanche of clothes. After unburrying myself and clumping them up to get the most padding I can I curl up on top of them. I slowly drift to sleep sniffing one of Owner's sweatpants and regretting everything I've done.

I'm jolted awake by the sound on a door slamming as for a moment sigh in relief that all the things that happened was just a dream. Mistress isn't mad at me. I didn't try to run away. Then I realize I'm sitting on a pile of dirty laundry. A pair of sweatpants appear to be stained with my drool and I find a few discolored patches on the clothes where my crotch would have been.Looking around I find the only windows are those on the garage door and a small window near the ceiling. Panicking I pound on the door screaming for mistress to forgive me and let me in however my cries turn to swearing to be good and then just silent sobbing as I curl against the suv waiting for mistress to forgive me and open up.