Two months later

The sound of her alarm pierced the veil of Zoey’s sleep, rousing her abruptly to wakefulness. Opening her eyes wide, she inhaled deeply through her nose, sat up straight in bed, and quickly reached over to switch the alarm off before it could wake Sir too. Stretching her arms, she ran her hands through her long auburn hair and gazed adoringly at Sir, still sleeping peacefully beside her.

It was 7.30 AM on Wednesday, and in half an hour Sir would be waking up to go to work. Zoey had to be dressed and have his breakfast ready for him by then. She pulled off her long, pale pink nightie, folding it neatly and placing it on the chair in front of her makeup desk. Then she began to don her favourite outfit - or, to be more accurate, the outfit that Sir had told her was her favourite a little while ago. She had agreed, of course. Sir knew best.

Of course, she already had her favourite part of the ensemble - her pacifier was tucked between her lips, and had been all night long. As an unexpected side effect of the nanobots, she felt a strong desire to use her binky almost constantly. It just felt right, sitting there in her mouth, preventing her from speaking, giving her something soothing to suck on all day long. Not to mention the cinnamon flavour, which remained undiminished. It was a shame that the LED lights attached to the mouth guard had eventually run out of battery, but they were just for show anyway. The pacifier itself was the same as it had always been. God, she loved it so much.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t love the rest of her outfit - of course she did! First came her bright pink collar, with the silver hoop at the front. She clipped it into place, and then put the matching cuffs on her wrists and ankles. In a drawer in her makeup desk were some straps that linked the cuffs together - from time to time, Sir would delight in using them to hogtie Zoey, leaving her lying helplessly on her front with her limbs twisted up behind her, as he fucked any orifice he chose - or simply abandoned her to her plight and went away for an extended period. The memories of those happy occasions made Zoey’s lips (both on her face and between her legs) tingle with pleasure.

Next, she slid a small pink vibrator into her pussy - a remote device that Sir could control through the internet. Into her ass went a butt plug - pink again (Sir had established a very clear colour scheme for her). Afterwards, she put on her chastity belt, the main part of which was stainless steel but with a pink plastic covering. As Sir had told her, if her mouth was going to be blocked all the time, she might as well seal up her other holes too! Only he was allowed to make use of them - there would be no more masturbating for her, unless he permitted it. She was, however, allowed to remove them to use the bathroom. Similarly, she could find it within herself to take out her binky so she could eat and drink.

With her collar, cuffs and downstairs gear all in place, it was time for her actual clothes! She no longer wore bras, and was only occasionally allowed to wear panties - usually, if Sir was planning to make her cum while she wore them. (They would often end up in her mouth afterwards!) So all she had to put on were a tight white top - which was stretched to translucency by her boobs, thereby making them clearly visible through the material - and a short navy blue skirt, which barely covered her nether regions. She clipped her leash around the ring on her collar, looping the long pink strip of leather around her neck as well, to keep it tidy until it needed to be used. For the final touch, she put her hair into pigtails, holding them in place with two pale pink scrunchies.

Standing in front of her makeup desk, Zoey admired herself in the mirror. She looked so cute and pretty and vulnerable. A perfect weak, submissive girl. The ideal girlfriend.

She heard Sir grunt in his sleep, rolling over in bed. The sound automatically made her stand up straighter, more alert and attentive. She didn’t have time to waste gazing at her reflection! She had to get her man’s breakfast ready.

A little under half an hour later, Sir emerged from the bedroom to be greeted by a plate of sausages, fried egg, a couple of strips of bacon, and even a slice of black pudding, waiting for him on the table in the living room. Zoey stood patiently nearby, hands behind her back, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet from excitement as she saw him enter the room. She wore a beaming smile, so wide that her pacifier only obscured it a little.

“Good morning, my love,” Sir said, giving her an equally broad smile. “Another wonderful breakfast awaiting me, thank you!”

She bounced up and down again, overjoyed by his praise. He sat down at the table, which was her signal that she was allowed to sit as well. But as she moved towards the opposite chair, he raised a hand, his index finger pointing upwards, and she stopped in her tracks. “Kneel,” he said, and she immediately complied, dropping to her knees right next to her chair, legs spread wide, hands resting palm up on her thighs. He hadn’t kept looking at her to make sure she was obeying (knowing that she would), instead focusing all his attention on his food, which he began to tuck into eagerly.

She stayed on her knees as he finished his meal, got up from the table and left the room. Minutes later, he returned, having changed from his pyjamas to his smart work clothes, to find her still kneeling, having not been told she could stop. He smiled adoringly and went over to her, petting the top of her head. She closed her eyes, ecstasy rippling through her mind and body at his touch.

Unravelling the leash around her neck, he walked off behind her towards the front door, still clasping the handle in one hand. As the line began to go taut, Zoey responded to the unspoken command (Sir having trained her to be prepared for this) and swivelled, getting onto all fours and setting off in pursuit of her boyfriend. As he neared the door, he slowed down and waited for her to catch up, his eyes roaming over her. She knew he enjoyed watching her crawl, and she enjoyed him enjoying it. It didn’t hurt that the back of her skirt had fallen upwards, exposing her round, firm buttocks.

“On your feet,” he commanded as she reached him, and she quickly got up and stood at attention. He tugged the pacifier out of her mouth, and she relinquished it easily, despite her deep-rooted desire for the object. He stepped closer to her, his face approaching hers.

“Have a good day at work, Sir,” she said softly, moments before their lips met and engaged in a passionate, forceful kiss, which lasted well over a minute. During that time Sir backed her up against the wall next to the door and pulled her shirt up, exposing her right boob, which he rubbed and squeezed mercilessly. Moaning with desire, Zoey lifted one leg and curled it around his back, as she tried to suck on his tongue as if it were her pacifier, unable to stop herself as she felt it explore her mouth.

Finally Sir broke off the kiss, planting a hand against her chest and pushing himself away from her, holding her against the wall. By the time she’d recovered herself from the lustful daze that had descended over her, he had already left. He’d left her binky on the small table by the door, next to the bowl where they kept their keys. She eagerly retrieved it, lovingly returning it to her mouth and sucking on the rubber nipple as if she were making out with it, closing her eyes as some of the horny fog of the makeout session returned.

Once the fog cleared, she got to work on her chores for the day. She quickly wiped down the surfaces in the kitchen, getting rid of any splattered drops of oil from the morning fry-up. It wasn’t strictly necessary to clean the kitchen as it was basically spotless, but she’d taken to wiping every time she cooked just to keep it that way. It gave her a sense of pride to see the kitchen - her kitchen - so clean. For the same reason, she vacuumed in the living room daily, particularly under the table where she and Sir ate.

Then she had her daily exercise - it was important to keep herself in shape for Sir’s enjoyment. Of course, her outfit, while delightful, was not exactly practical for exercising, so she tended to take off everything except her pacifier and downstairs garments. Today was her day for running. She used to run outdoors before Sir had made her the perfect weak, submissive girl, but nowadays she couldn’t face it. It’d mean changing into a whole different set of clothes, rather than just taking off what she already wore and putting it back on afterwards. Worst of all, she’d have to take out her binky, if only to avoid odd looks from people. So no, instead she used a treadmill they kept in their spare room.

Afterwards she showered, removing her chastity belt while she did so, lathering every inch of her body with creamy soap. She couldn’t help but rub her crotch as she cleaned it, turning herself on, but she stopped as quickly as she could, knowing she wasn’t allowed to pleasure herself without Sir’s permission.

She cooked herself meals throughout the day, taking out the pacifier just before she ate and putting it back in again as soon as possible after she finished. Throughout the day she also had glasses of water that she drunk from periodically. She no longer drank alcohol - Sir had forbidden her - but she’d since decided she preferred water anyway. It made her feel healthier, and anyway, if she wanted her mind to get cloudy, she’d let arousal take care of that, rather than alcohol!

On that subject, she felt intermittent vibrations from the remote-controlled device in her sealed pussy throughout the day. Sometimes just a quick pulse, sometimes a sustained assault... Sir liked to toy with her unexpectedly, to keep her guessing as to when she’d feel the glorious ripples down below. She imagined him sitting in his chair at work, maybe in some dull meeting, only half-listening to whoever was speaking while he used his phone to play with her at a distance, in turn picturing her squirming and moaning...

Of course, as overwhelming as the vibrations sometimes were, she never came. She wasn’t allowed. Sir had forbidden her to cum without permission - and he rarely gave her permission. Not because she hadn’t earned it through her loyal and proficient servitude, he had stressed, but simply because it turned him on to torment her, to bring her to the brink but not let her go over the edge. She wanted to orgasm so badly - sometimes, the frustration was almost more than she could bear - but she wouldn’t let herself. Sir knew best, and she had to obey him. If he didn’t want her to cum, she simply wouldn’t cum.

Sir finally returned home at 5.30, and as usual Zoey was kneeling by the front door waiting for him. Wiping his feet, he shrugged off his suit jacket and dumped it on top of her. “Hang that up, would ya?” he said tiredly, plodding away to the couch and sitting down heavily.

Zoey dutifully pulled the jacket off herself and trotted off to the bedroom to hang it up in their wardrobe. By the time she returned to the living room, Sir was watching TV while he wearily massaged his own temples. She stood behind the couch, waiting for further instructions.

“Come sit down with me,” he said at length, “let’s cuddle. It’s been a long day, I feel like chilling out with my girl.”

She scurried round to sit next to him, curling up with his arm around her and resting her head against his chest. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, watching Miranda Calderon’s old sitcom without really paying attention. After a few minutes, Sir reached up with his other hand and took Zoey’s binky from her. She continued to lie in his embrace.

The minutes ticked by. The peaceful atmosphere that had settled over them started to erode as Zoey began to feel increasingly agitated, biting her lip and squirming a little in her seat - enough for Sir to notice, but not so much that she was annoying him. They both knew what the problem was. She wanted her pacifier. She needed it. To be apart from it for any length of time was agonising for her. The trouble was, Sir had taken it from her. She couldn’t just take it back. That would be naughty and rebellious, and she was a good, submissive girl. So she could only stare at it in his hand, only a few metres away. It might as well have been in Australia.

Luckily, she’d found that if she couldn’t have her pacifier, sucking on other things worked for her in a pinch. And she knew Sir was unlikely to object if she wanted to suck one particular thing...

She reached down and rubbed his crotch, gazing longingly up at his face. “Sir, can I...” she began, in her smallest, most plaintive voice.

He smirked. “Full disclosure - I was kinda hoping you would! But rather than order you, I thought I’d wait until you were super needy...” He stroked her face with the same hand holding her binky, making her whimper - it was so close, yet so far...

She still hadn’t had an explicit command. “So, um, Sir,” she continued, “could I, then, please?”

He waited an agonisingly long time to answer, “If you ask me properly.”

She mewled again. “P-please, Sir, may I suck your cock?”

Another long, long pause. Then, at last, he said, “Yes, baby. Of course you may.”

Her face lit up, the joy she felt momentarily making her forget her desperation. Then she dove face-first upon his crotch, quickly working his erect cock free of his trousers. Without further ado, she wrapped her lips around it and slid it deep into her face, sucking for all she was worth, her tongue roaming over every inch of it.

It wasn’t her pacifier. It didn’t look quite as cute, it didn’t have the rubbery texture, and it lacked the glorious taste of cinnamon. But it would do for now.