One Place Pizza

As you step off the elevator, all you want to do is catch up on your sleep. It feels like the last 24 hours have caught up with you all at once and you feel depleted.

Jane scrambles to the door when she hears it open. Maybe she started moving when she heard your key. Your nude pet is kneeling by the time you've put down your backpack down.

You just motion for her to move. "Up. Up." You pat your chest and open your arms wide. Once you've given her a quick hug you say, "Now, let me take a look at my pet."

She eagerly jumps back and twirls for you. If you had more energy, you could be holding her hand, making it look like a dance move. "Do you like it?" she asks.

"Like what?"

"Well, after you left I had a shower. I didn't scrub very hard, but I was afraid I would lose your notes, so I copied over them again with the marker. Do you like it?"

"Well, Jane my adorable pet, I like the fact that you thought of that and did it for me. It looks like it's all there, but we'll do a thorough check after supper. You have a lot of energy. You must have had a nap today." When she nods her head, you continue, "That's good. I feel like I could use some sleep so I'm going to take a nap while you cook supper. Please wake me up when it's ready and hopefully I'll be refreshed enough to have some fun this evening."

"Of course, Master. What toppings do you favour today?"

"You. Topping my lap." You pat her butt. "As for the pizza, your choice."

"Master, it's ready. It just came out of the oven."

You wake up refreshed. "Be there in a minute. I'm just going to wash my hands first."

The kitchen smells yummy when you enter it. As planned, there is one place set at the table. You look at the floor just to see if your pet's bowls are set out too. They are not. The pizza is cut into 6 pieces. You start to look around for the pizza cutter but cannot see it. "Where is the pizza cutter? These pieces should all be cut in half."

"Here it is. I can do it. Why do you want them cut in half?"

"Firstly, we are trying to eat with one hand, right? Secondly, it will make it easier for you to not overeat like last night. Me too, for that matter." Jane cuts the pizza while you sit down.

She nestles onto your lap, easier now that she has adjusted to doing things in the chastity belt. She puts two pieces of pizza on the plate. Nearby are two tall glasses of water, two napkins, and no cutlery. Perfect. Ready to eat.

The toppings on the pizza were a great choice. Sure, there are more peppers than you would have put on, but she's just trying to make healthy choices. You tell her how great her choices were. You repeat the compliment after you take a big bite too.

Early on in the meal, you feed your pet from your slice of pizza with your right hand. You hold it up to her mouth. "Open wide." When she is making eye contact with you instead of your hand, you slowly move the piece of pizza forward. "Small bite and chew well." She momentarily looks to the piece before closing her mouth right where you had it and chewing. While she chews, you run your left hand slowly down her back, raising it between strokes. "Good girl." You repeat this often, grinning at her as you chew your bites.

This of course means that your slices have to be replenished more often. You ask Jane to get you another slice as you strategically place your right hand. As she stretches to reach for a new slice, her boob fits nicely into your hand. Of course as soon as there is contact, you cup it in your hand. If it takes her longer to select a slice or pull it away from the others, you begin to rub her boob. As the meal progresses she has to stretch further and further to get a new slice and she seems to take longer and longer to make her selection which is not logical.

Later in the meal, Jane feeds you from her slice. You'd already had two slices by that point. The first time she tried it, she just hesitantly held the slice in front of your mouth with her left hand. Like she didn't quite know how to ask or didn't quite dare command you. When you opened your mouth she didn't quite move it forward enough either. If you had closed your mouth you wouldn't have gotten a crumb. No matter. It allowed you to open your mouth further and attack the piece like a shark, taking a bite large enough to fill half your mouth before you began to chew it. Her eyes even got wide when you made the accompanying sound effect. Then she giggled as she pulled back the rest of the slice.

You could see her eyes look at your hand when she finished her first slice of pizza. If she was waiting for you to put down your pizza, it wasn't happening. Then she looked at the pizza on the pan. Then she began to reach for a slice. Your left hand was already on her waist so you moved it as soon as she started moving. Again, it was strategically placed so that as she stretched for the pan, she ran into your hand. This time your hand came in contact with the centre of her core near the bottom of her rib cage. Sure, you could reach up above the table and touch the untouched left boob, but why do that? Instead, as she pulled back with her slice you scritched her stomach like one would a cat. You kept doing that until your hand reached as far down as you could reach. You didn't stop when her back was pressed up against your chest.

During supper you talked about what you had each done today. You found out that this was the second day of her following all of her rules. She had also taken a nap in her cage after her shower and writing over where she feared the marker might have faded. You told her about class and the surprise test and that you invited Chris to come over tomorrow to study. "Oh and I also was able to study the app for your vibrator between classes since I got my reading done last night," you say, "It will be quite a while before we become masters at it. If ever. I already have a few ideas to try out." You wink and the conversation continues.

Jane stopped eating before you did. She fed you the rest of her slice, not even bothering to pull it away between bites. You finished the slice in your hand and had another one before you stopped eating as well. While you were eating, she sat patiently in your lap. While you eat, you take your other hand and hold up hers. It doesn't look like her wrists will be as bad as you thought they would be.

As she's washing dishes, you want to look at the writing, but realize you can't get a good view (of your notes). So you tell her to come to the bedroom and lay down on the bed when she's finished. You decide that there is no reason to go to the bedroom to wait when you can wait right here and watch the show being put on by her waist and backside as she washes and rinses each dish. You almost wish it had been an eight course banquet just so you could watch longer.

When Jane is done with the dishes you grab a notebook, your ruler, and some pens before asking her to come to the bedroom. "Let me check my notes, pet. It was very considerate of you to reinforce them after your shower, but I better copy them over into my notebook so you don't have to keep doing that."

You get her to lay down on your bed with her head towards you so the writing is readable. The notebook is opened to a blank page beside you. You diligently transfer your notes off your pet's skin, tracing each mark and symbol with your fingertip to get her worked up a bit. You wouldn't want this to be boring for her.

While you work, you talk to Jane. "So, pet, did you have some of the leftover burger after your nap?"

"Yes, Master. I ate it at the table," Jane says, proud to have obeyed your rule even when you weren't there to enforce it. Given that you had made lunch optional but said that you wanted her to is just icing on the cake.

"Good girl. I think you deserve another reward. How did you like the vibrator this morning?"

"It was very nice. I didn't know it could do that!"

"Neither did I, but it can actually do a lot more. I found several control options and even a Reports section." You're done transferring your notes off your pet's skin, so you retrieve your phone. "Why don't we try out some of these settings?"

"Yes, please."