First time posting, I wrote it for someone who gives me great pleasure
I stand alone in the dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from a single outlet light in the corner, wearing nothing but the collar that my mistress put on me, one that simply says “Owned” on the side. The room itself is warm, and comfortable enough, there is a doggy bed that I can curl up in when it’s time to sleep and some plastic bowls on the floor for drinking and eating. Lastly, a clasp and leash on the wall for when I’ve been bad; I don’t like that part of the room. As I wait for my mistress to have need of me, I couldn’t help but feel stirring in my loins, the thought of pleasing her is simply too fulfilling a thought to not get hard over, it gave me the center to which I anchor my existence. Then I hear the door unlock and open, letting in a stream of light that silhouettes the object of my worship, until she closes the door behind her, bringing the light back down to barely being able to see the object of my desire.