Ctirad stood while his Owner walked around him. He found that he had closed his eyes and settled into a waiting position. It was comfortable. It was more than comfortable; it was pleasing. He liked being here like this. He liked waiting for what Timaios would do to him.
That was new. So much about all of this was new, but that was definitely a novel sensation. He liked it, he realized; more than liked it, he was looking forward to more of it.
A hand brushed over his ass and he shivered. “I want to show you off. Here, come with me and we will dress you in your new clothes.”
“They’re here already?” He didn’t open his eyes, but there was a hand on his collar and that was enough to move with. Continue reading