Next morning

Both Sarah and Michael slept badly that night. Both of them were too amped up by the evening shenanigans and had difficulty falling asleep. Michael had the additives of vibrators humming away, teasing him. Sarah, however, was reflecting on how the evening had progressed. She could hear short whines from Michael. The roleplay had played out exactly as she hoped, and Michael had been such a fun pet to play with. This was definitely something she would try again. She replayed some things for herself, softly touching herself until she fell asleep.

The next morning Sarah was the first to wake up. She looked down the length of the bed to see Michael still asleep, curled up at her feet. Still in the same predicament as last night. God, the sight of him made her tingle. She sat up and gently touched him, and his skin lightly vibrated as she felt it. The vibrators were still going. She was surprised that he had been able to fall asleep at all with them humming away at his special regions and, on top of that, not being allowed to cum which would have made her annoyingly horny and frustrated. But there he slept.

She sat there for a few minutes watching him before slipping out of bed and going to the bathroom. Once there, she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. The wig she wore had become disheveled and started slipping on her head. The tight and kempt bun had loosened, and a few hairs had escaped. Her makeup had begun to smear. She looked less like Mistress Alex and more like brown-haired Sarah. She didn't want that. So she started by restyling the wig and then reapplied the makeup. Again she felt like the powerful Mistress Alex and loved it. She was much more fun being than being Sarah, and she didn't want it to stop. If only this could be forever. She signed and looked herself over once more before exiting the bathroom, slid back on top of the covers, and pointedly tapped Michael with her foot.

Michael woke up by the touch and eminently felt the buzzing in his lower abdomen, and when he moved his arms and legs, they were still bound together. His eyes were partly obscured by the neoprene mask that had shifted to the side. He saw his Mistress resting against the headboard, looking ideally like her head hadn't touched the pillow. She smiled at him.

"There's my sleepy little boy. Did you sleep well?" Mistress Alex said it with such a honeyed voice it put Michael on guard. She gestured for him to come closer, and Michael gingerly crawled closer to her.

"Nah, has my pet's snout come all wrong?" Mistress Alex adjusted the hood so it aligned with his eyes. Holding her hands on each side of his mask, she asked.

"Have you been a good boy?" Michael didn't know how to answer, but he felt he had been good, so he nodded his head. Mistress Alex looked at him skeptically.

"Really, because I remembered last night I had to punish you." She reached down and shook his cage cock. Michael yelped at the discomfort. Mistress Alex continued.

"How about we make a deal? How about I let you lose the puppy outfit except for the collar, and you go to the bakery, make my breakfast and serve it to me, and I get to control your cock even when I'm not here." Michael nodded his head in affirmation. How could he do something else? He even enjoyed her bossiness.

"Good boy." Mistress Alex got up, pulled out the small swiss knife Michael had in his end table and cut the tape from his arms and legs. Then she made him turn around and pull out the tail buttplug. Michael was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Are you ready to be my **** again?" Michael nodded his head. Mistress Alex pulled the hood off his head and brushed his hair.

"There you are. Did you have fun?" Michael looked her in the eye.

"Yes, thank you, Mistress." Mistress Alex smiled at him.

"But you know where slaves stay." Michael realized his error and slid off the bed and onto his knees.

"I'm sorry, Mistress." She ignored him, got back into bed and started playing with her phone.

"Well, I expect you to make up for it later. Get dressed." Michael crawled to the closet and pulled on a pair of boxers but hesitated when he reached his cock. His dick was still locked up. He wondered if he would be allowed out for the rest of the weekend. He continued to get dressed; however, when slipping on the shirt, he remembered the collar. Mistress Alex hadn't removed it when taking off the rest of the puppy getup. He turned her and asked.

"Mistress, the collar." Mistress Alex looked up, uninterested.

"Yes, it looks fine to me." Michael gulped.

"But everybody will see..." Mistress Alex cut him off.

"Will see that you belong to me. And if gossip starts going around, the better." Michael understood that there was no more discussion. He asked what she wanted, and Mistress Alex made him kiss her hand and thank her for her attention. He was then shooed away, and he left the apartment.