Master and Pet Episode 4: The Leash

Episode 4: The Leash

The fourth day began with silence.

Not uncomfortable silence—but deliberate, crafted like everything else in Alex’s world.

Jeva awoke in his bed, her body still bare beneath the sheets. The collar was still around her neck, snug but not tight. A reminder. Not just of him—but of who she was becoming.

She reached out instinctively, searching for him, but the space beside her was cold. Empty.

Then she heard it. A soft chime. The sound of a bell.

She sat up.

At the foot of the bed was a folded note, weighted by a thin strip of black leather.

A leash.

The note read:

"Today, you follow. No questions. No hesitation. Put on the leash. Wait kneeling by the door."

– A

Jeva’s breath hitched.

There was something deeply humbling about the instruction. Not degrading. Not cruel. But intentional.

He wanted her to feel it—not the leash itself, but the act of waiting for him. Of surrendering control down to the details.

She fastened the leash to her collar with steady hands, then walked to the door and knelt, thighs parted, back straight, head bowed. She let the world go quiet around her.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.

Each second built the tension inside her—not frustration, but something else. Longing. Submission blooming slowly, fully.

Finally, footsteps.

Alex opened the door and paused. Silent. Watching.

Then his fingers slipped into the loop of the leash and gave it a gentle tug.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

The words struck something deep inside her. That phrase. It was more powerful than any compliment, more intimate than any kiss.

He led her downstairs. She followed on her knees, never once rising. Not out of obligation—but because she wanted to follow him this way. She needed to.

The training room was darker than usual. Candles burned low, casting warm light on the padded floor. Soft music played in the background—a slow, ambient pulse.

Alex guided her to the center of the room and let go of the leash.

“Sit. Breathe.”

Jeva obeyed.

He moved with quiet grace, opening a locked cabinet she hadn’t noticed before. From it, he pulled a box—mahogany, polished. He set it down beside her.

“This,” he said, “is your ritual kit.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide. He knelt beside her, unlocking the box with a key around his neck.

Inside was a set of tools: a soft feather, a blindfold, a slim paddle, and a long silk ribbon.

“These aren’t toys,” he said. “They’re extensions of us. When I use these on you, you’re not being played with. You’re being shaped.”

She nodded, heart pounding.

“You may speak freely right now,” he said. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Jeva looked down at the open box. The symbols of her submission.

“I feel… honored,” she whispered. “Scared, but not afraid. Nervous, but grounded. Like I’m stepping into something real.”

“You are.”

He picked up the ribbon first and walked around her. “Stand.”

She rose to her feet. He wrapped the ribbon around her chest, crossing it over her breasts, beneath them, around her back. It wasn’t about restraint—it was about ritual. Placement. Precision.

“Feel that?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s mine now. This body. These nerves. This trust.”

She shivered.

He blindfolded her again, plunging her into that familiar darkness. Then came the feather—light, teasing, brushing down her spine, over her thighs, between her legs.

“Don’t speak. Just feel.”

The paddle came next. Not cruel. Just firm. Measured.

A tap to the inside of her thigh. A sting across her ass. Each strike followed by a pause—then the gentle trace of the feather in the same spot. Pleasure and pain, wove together like a braid.

She lost track of time. Lost herself.

By the time he removed the blindfold, her eyes were wet. Not from pain.

From surrender.

“You’re learning balance,” he said, his voice low, steady. “Control isn’t about punishment. It’s about presence.”

He guided her to lie down, her head in his lap. He stroked her hair, soothing her down from the edge.

“You did well today,” he whispered. “Very well.”

She looked up at him, eyes shining.

“Thank you, Master.”

He smiled softly.

Tomorrow, there would be more. Another lesson. Another ritual. Another unveiling.

But for now, Jeva rested in the only truth she needed.

She was his.