Jennifer was oddly okay with not having a say in the matter. In fact, even if she still denied it and struggled vigorously against the suggestion whenever Dan brought it up, she was growing increasingly comfortable with not having a say in many of the most important parts of her life. There was something terribly freeing about not having to decide. She’d never even suspected that it was a burden until she’d let go of it. Sex was the best example of this newfound freedom, well – the consequences of sex specifically. Since that terrible and wonderful night earlier in the month Dan hadn’t used a condom or let her take a pill once, and it had made her already high sex drive utterly insatiable. The consequences for such a reckless thing were bound to catch up to her eventually. At this point she chose not to worry about them though. She trusted that her owner would handle the complications as he’d done with everything else so far.
Jennifer smiled to herself. About the most important thing Dan let her decide anymore was what to make for dinner. Tonight she’d settled on an herb and mustard crusted pork loin with roasted potatoes and green beans with almonds, and as soon as she finished picking up the last few things from the store, cooking was next on her list. Her owner didn’t even let her decide what to wear most days. When she woke up there was an outfit already waiting for her on her side of the bathroom vanity. If it was slutty she usually got to wear panties, but if it was classy or conservative she’d usually have to worry about accidentally flashing someone the whole day. She smiled as the cashier rang her up, thankful that today her tight purple sweater and calf length black dress didn’t draw any extra stares. She would have prefered to wear it with some nude leggings to be a little warmer, but if Dan wanted her to feel vulnerable all day instead, so be it.
That’s just the way he was, and now that she’d gotten used to it, she craved those little gestures of ownership. If she was honest with herself, she was sure that it was the missing piece that made commitment impossible with every man before him. Dan didn’t want her to be his partner; he wanted her to be his pet, and increasingly she wanted that too. Enough that she cooked and cleaned without complaint, and sometimes without being asked. Today when she got home he was on a conference call and let her pass with a quick kiss and a light grope of her bare ass. He’d behave as long as he had to focus on work, but after that… A thrill of delight went up her spine as Jennifer put the bag of groceries on the counter and started to strip down in plain view of her man. Let him look, she thought, let him suffer and hopefully he’ll make me suffer more later.
Once she was naked, and had succeeded in distracting Dan, she put on a short apron that covered all the important bits but left nothing to the imagination, and then she got started cleaning and dicing the potatoes. She’d just finished that task and was coating them with olive oil and sprinkling on the seasonings when he walked up behind her, pinning her to the counter with his hips pressed firmly against her ass.
“What am I going to do with you,” he growled, reaching under her apron to grope her tits with his left hand.
“Mmmmm…You could spend less time talking to other people and more time fucking me,” she moaned, leaning back into his embrace.
“Maybe you just don’t like the outfits I pick out for you.” Dan countered, picking up her discarded knife and slowly bringing it to her throat. “Maybe I should just cut off all the clothes you don’t look sexy in, until you have a wardrobe you can actually stand wearing…”
Jennifer was paralyzed by fear for a moment. Not that she was afraid of her owner, but the feel of cold sharp steel against her throat was so dangerously erotic that she couldn’t do anything in the face of it. Even breathing was impossible as she stood there, transfixed by the thrill that her life was in his hands.
“But the fun can wait until after dinner,” he said finally, lowering the knife and leaving her to finish with a brief kiss on the neck. Even after he was gone she stood their basking in the lingering feelings of his hard cock pressing against her ass and the cold edge of the knife against her throat. As Jennifer turned her attention back to the pork, she reflected that her panties would have been a real mess if she had been wearing any.
Dinner wasn’t quite fabulous, but that was to be expected of any new recipe. It was good enough that she didn’t get paddled for any mistakes, but unfortunately it wasn’t so good that he took her for dessert on the table either, much to her disappointment. That was fine of course – they’d already done that twice this week, and she’d hate to get stuck in a rut so soon into their relationship. Instead she cleared the plates naked while her master watched appreciatively as she served him. Finally, when everything was in the dishwasher he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you my dear.” As he spoke he flourished a small present wrapped in pink tissue paper and a red ribbon like it was a large Christmas cracker.
“For you darling,” he said, handing it to her.
“Awww, you shouldn’t have,” she said, unsure of what it could possibly be. It was too small to be a strange new sex toy, and the wrong shape to be anything that made sense.
She held it in her hands for a few seconds before looking back to her master and asking, “Please sir, may I open it?”
“Of course pet,” he answered casually, like he didn’t care, but Jennifer could read the expressions of her owner well enough to know that he was very intent on her reaction even if he was pretending not to be. For that reason she took her time opening it rather than just tearing it apart as she would have done to sate her curiosity. Taking the time to undo the ribbons was just one small way she could delay and toy with him in return.
At the heart of the package she found only a small plastic stick. She puzzled over it a moment, and then when it finally struck her, her mouth dropped open: this was a pregnancy test.
“Well,” he asked, “Do you like it? It just seemed like the perfect way to celebrate, since your period should be coming in a couple days, right?” As he spoke Dan placed a special emphasis on the word should, Jennifer shivered, and a wave of goosebumps spread out across her skin.