My eyes fluttered open, my cheek burns in happiness… to see a new day. I touched my silver collar in excitement of what the day holds for me and my master.
With so much eagerness to start the day, I got up from the bed and head for the bathroom….. According to the book, (How to be a better slave) it says that a slave should always be presentable for his/her master at all times. So before going down to wake my master up with the most delighted blowjob… I should be presentable.
I soaked myself in the bathtub filled with warm water, mixed with strawberry extract for about 3 mins. Paid a lot of attention to my body and skin. I want myself glowing for my master.
Once I was done bathing, i dried my body up, also creamed my body… Master didn’t tell me my outfit for today, so I would just go with bra and pant.
I tied my hair into a bun, looked at myself in the mirror with pride. With a deep breath, ready to face my master… I stared at myself once more in the mirror before walking out the door of the room.
Master was still sleeping when I got down the stairs, with a shaky breath and shaky hand I reached for my master’s cock underneath his knicker. My throat went dry at the sight of his huge cock, I couldn’t wait to have a taste of it.
Like a cock slut I took his fleshy dick in my mouth, taking it length by length, but this time I was able to take all of his cock into my mouth. I struggled to breathe at first, but I so much want to make my master proud, so I stayed in place… I didn’t move or try to adjust his cock in my mouth. Instead I tried to get used to his cock in my mouth, allowing my mouth to adjust to his size.
I love the feel of his meaty flesh in my mouth, I want nothing more but to worship his dick. I licked from the head of his cock to his balls, like a lollipop. This is definitely sweeter than a lollipop.
I took his balls in my mouth, sucking on it really slowly with care. I heard him release a ragged breath, that made me smile. He likes it.
I felt more determined in making my master have a release, so with much more energy… I took his cock back in my mouth, my mouth bobbing up and down the length of his cock.
My hands played with his balls, while my mouth bobbed up and down his cock furiously, wanting nothing more but to bring my master an unforgettable orgasm… like he did for me yesterday.
“That’s enough, slave!.”
I let go of my master’s cock immediately, feeling a little bit disappointed that he didn’t let me bring him to a release.
“Good morning master.” I greeted my head bowed to the floor, shifting a little bit from the couch.
He didn’t reply my greetings, instead he stood up from the chair and head for the visitors toilet. He spent about three minutes in there, then he walks back out… “prepare breakfast slave.” He ordered, walking out of the bathroom, at the same time zipping up his trouser.
He went in there and touched himself, master doesn’t want me to make him cum. He doesn’t want to give me the pleasure of doing so.
“Do you have something on your mind? Slave.” His voice jolts me out of my thoughts.
I licked my lower lip, wondering if I should tell him what’s on my mind. “Uhm… I was… wondering, why you don’t want me giving you an orgasm.”
“Because you haven’t earned the right to do so.” He said so simply, walking back to the couch.
Seriously? How do I become a better slave for him. I think I am literally doing everything right now, that a slave should do. Ugh.
I stood up from the floor, and went to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast for my master, placed it on dinning table and then waited on him, till he was done eating. I cleared the table once he was done, ate my own food (master now allows me to eat three times daily, but that would be after he is done eating and it would be in the kitchen) I washed all the plates and waited patiently for my master’s next order.
Master didn’t order me to do anything for the rest of the day, instead I just knelt down in the kitchen all day… I was so fucking bored. It was like the most boriest day of my life.
Master spent the whole day watching TV, when it was lunch time… I made lunch and served him. Also when it was dinner time, I also made dinner for him and served him. Now it’s time to sleep, I was waiting patiently for my master’s call, I thought probably he would have an order or something planned out for me tonight. To be sincere, I was thinking sex.
I am a slut and all I can think of is my master, who is a fictional character drilling his dick into me… in fast fluid movement. Fuck! I want all of my master’s dick in me. I wonder how it would feel, would it feel great? Awesome? So freaking good? I want him.
Is this what master want? Is he trying to get me overly horny again. Or does is just mean I haven’t earned the right to get fucked by his dick.
“What are you still doing up slave? Sleep.” Master said to me, standing at the kitchen door.
I gulped nervously, then lay down on the cold tile obediently. He was about leaving the kitchen, when I got back up again. “Master?” I called out in a questioning manner.
“Yes, slave.” He answers turning back around.
“Well… I want to know what I must do to become a good slave to you. How do I earn you…. well… uhm.” I couldn’t bring myself to complete the sentence I was about making. Like how do I say …. *How do I earn getting fucked by your dick or allowing me to bring you to a release whenever I give you a blowjob.* nope I can’t say It, I can’t bring myself to say that.
“I’m waiting slave.” He said resting his back on the door wall.
“I…. Uhm… how…. do I… uhm, well… earn the right to be… uhm… uhm… fucked… fucked…. By your… uhm… uhm…”
“By my cock.” Master cuts in. I coughed repeatedly, my eyes staring at the cold tiles.
“Yeah, that.” I blinked my eyes, squeezing my fingers together.
“I will be the judge of that, for now… you should get ready, we are going to the beach tomorrow. It’s time to change scenery.” He smiled half heartedly and left the kitchen leaving me to my own thoughts. I wonder what’s going to happen at the beach? I’m excited!!