My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 2 by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path
Dive into the tantalizing depths of desire in “My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 2” by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path. This captivating erotic tale explores the complexities of domination and submission, blending passion and fantasy in unforgettable ways. Explore your wildest dreams and surrender to the allure of the unexpected.
The first day of Holly’s new life as a slave and Isaac’s as a master. , Chapter Two
‘I don’t want to get up, this bed is so warm…’
Feeling like he was coming out of anesthesia, Isaac could hear activity in the background of his apartment, but he didn’t have the strength to open his eyes, especially after how hard he had “worked” the night before.
‘I don’t hear my alarm going off and I don’t have to take a piss, thereby proving that I don’t have to get out of bed.’
He pulled up the blankets over his face, but even while covered, he could smell something delicious. Was that… eggs? And coffee? And dare he dream of bacon? Even more, he could feel a warm wet tongue slithering back and forth across his manhood, diligently soaking him before an unbelievably soft mouth sucked him off.
‘Ok, I’m clearly dreaming, just another sign that I should stay in bed and enjoy it.’
But while he was thinking that, his now throbbing erection was causing blood to rush through his body and slowly wake him up.
“Master, it’s time to rise…”
Opening his eyes, he found his gaze intermingling with Holly’s, who was diligently and lovingly massaging his cock with her mouth.
“What time is it?” Isaac groaned.
She giggled while rubbing his cock against her face like a washcloth. “You had your alarm set for 7:00 am. I figured my master should be woken up by something much more pleasurable than a beeping clock. You were certainly stubborn, Master. I thought I would have to take drastic measures.”
Isaac chuckled. “That certainly is the best way to be woken up.”
“I timed it perfectly, you still have plenty of time before your breakfast gets cold.”
Reaching down over the side of the bed, she picked up a large mug of steaming coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon.
Isaac stared at the morning feast with wide eyes. “Breakfast in bed too?”
“Of course, it is the slave’s duty to take care of her master’s every need.”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Yes, don’t worry. But please, Master, enjoy yourself and let me get my REAL breakfast,” she purred with a coy smile.
Basking in the joy only reserved for the hedonistic emperors of ages past, Isaac laid back in bed and sampled the feast of the morning gods, all while his indescribably dedicated love slave bobbed her head back and forth while using every soft spot in her mouth to pleasure him. Halfway through his breakfast, he grunted through a surge of muscle spasms as Holly triggered his first orgasm of the day. Semen sprayed across her face and filled her mouth, every drop of which she gluttonously slurped up. Lacking the strength so early in the morning for anything strenuous, Isaac’s manhood quickly deflated. Regardless, Holly continued to suck him off, desperately trying to siphon out any remaining globs of semen, as well as merely playing around with his flaccid cock in her mouth like a kitten with a new toy.
“You are the greatest slave I could have ever asked for,” Isaac said while rubbing her head.
His praise gave her a smile as bright as July 4th fireworks, and continuing her cat-like behavior, she purred and nuzzled against his hand. His breakfast done and his morning semen reserves depleted, Isaac got out of bed and stretched with a grin on his face.
“Do you have work today?” he asked.
“Yes, I have the morning and early afternoon shift, 8:00 am to 4:00 pm.”
“Perfect, then I’ll drive you to work. I should be home at around 6:00. Can you take a cab home?”
“I can walk, the diner is close. You don’t have to worry about me, Master,” she said humbly as he got dressed.
Fulfilling her role as a slave, she handed him his clothes and even buttoned his shirt for him.
“Stop it. As your master, I order you to let me drive you to work.”
Holly blushed and smiled. “Thank you, Master. And I promise I’ll have dinner ready by the time you get home.”
In reply, Isaac kissed her and then left the bedroom. Entering the den, he looked around in surprise. His apartment had never been so… clean! Everything had been put away, every surface was spotless, and the air smelled… lemony? Did she use air freshener? Since when was there a can of air freshener in his apartment?!
“When did you wake up?”
“Like I said, I grew up on a farm,” she giggled while kissing him on the cheek.
“Isaac, can I speak to you for a minute?” Donna called from her office on the first floor, stopping him just as he and Holly were going to step outside. From the tone of her voice, he had a feeling it wasn’t good.
“Go out to my truck and wait for me,” he said to Holly before stepping out of the lobby and into the dingy reformatted storage room.
The office was filled with stacks of paperwork with everything from bills to tax returns, all set up on rickety pieces of furniture that looked like they had fallen off a garbage truck. Behind her severely out of date computer, Donna was sipping her coffee with a smug look on her face.
“I REALLY hope you aren’t going to tell me that a hundred more things broke down since I fixed everything yesterday,” he groaned. “I have to head out to another job.”
“No, it’s not that. I wanted to congratulate you on getting laid last night. It seems you found a real gem, young too.”
“Hey, she’s 18. There is no such thing as “barely legal”, just legal and illegal.”
Donna’s smug smile only twisted as she sipped from her coffee mug. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not judging you for her age. I’m judging you for the fact that you basically had the entire building shaking like your headboard. You live on the TOP FLOOR, in the CORNER, with NOBODY AROUND YOU, yet I doubt any of our handful of tenants did not hear her screaming. Mrs. Jenkins called me and asked if she should call the police, so… prepare to get some very strange looks from your fellow cohabitants.”
“Well you tell them that everything I did last night could not have been more consensual. And by the way, her name is Holly and she’s moving in with me, so you’re going to see more of her.”
“I certainly wouldn’t mind hearing more from her,” she laughed, prompting Isaac to sigh and depart.
Walking across the parking lot beside the apartment building, Isaac muttered a curse as he approached his truck. Holly was waiting for him patiently, but she wasn’t alone. Talking with her was Alice.
“Master is so kind, letting me stay with him after just meeting me,” Holly said with her signature blush.
The look on Alice’s face was one that she had clearly made several times throughout the conversation. It silently projected the words “uh… ok?” every time Holly said something strange. Of course, being such a ditz, Holly never noticed this look.
“Sorry, Alice, but Holly and I have to go to work. What are you even doing up this early? It’s summer for god’s sake,” said Isaac, trying to separate the two girls.