Chapter 3

I had been dreaming of floating in a peaceful ocean, the sound of waves lulling me into a restful slumber. But as I slowly drifted back to consciousness, I realized that the gentle embrace of the ocean was actually the strong arms of a man wrapped around my torso. The realization caused a sharp intake of breath to escape my lips, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

My eyes flew open as I jolted awake, only to remember who I was and where I was. I felt Master stir behind me, his touch gentle and protective, and couldn’t help but think that it felt ... right. The way his arms were wrapped around me, his body pressed against mine, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. And I couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through me at the thought.

Slowly, I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. Master was still asleep, his features relaxed in slumber. I couldn’t help but study his face, tracing the lines and contours with my eyes. It was a face I knew well, yet in this moment, it felt like I was seeing it for the first time.

I looked down, and saw that Jenny had also fallen asleep, curled up on the other side of Master. She had her hand resting on his manhood, the sight making me smile despite myself. It seemed we had exhausted him last night, because he didn’t even stir at Jenny’s touch.

My heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as I looked at the two people I loved most in the world, both fast asleep and peaceful in the early morning light. I leaned in and softly kissed Master’s lips, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. It seemed that the events of the previous night had only strengthened our bond, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this moment of tranquility before the chaos of the day began.

As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It was as if the water had washed away all my doubts and fears, leaving me feeling refreshed and renewed.

I took my time lathering myself with soap, enjoying the feeling of the warm water cascading over my skin. As I rinsed off, I couldn’t resist running my hands over my body, tracing the curves and contours that Master had explored with his own hands just hours before.

With a content sigh, I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. After quickly drying myself off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was still damp and tousled from sleep, but there was a sparkle in my eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Feeling more confident than ever, I decided to forgo clothing for now. If Master wanted me to wear something specific, he would have told me already. And besides, I felt like being naked was a little reminder of our intimacy from last night.

As I walked back into our room, Jenny stirred on the bed and let out a soft moan. She stretched her arms above her head and groggily opened her eyes.

“Good morning,” she mumbled with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” I replied, sitting down next to her on the bed.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes before sitting up. “Do you know what we’re doing today?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No idea.”

“Well,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, “maybe we should wake up Master and ask him.”

Before I could protest, she leaned over me and reached for Master’s shoulder. But before she could touch him, his hand shot out and grabbed hers in a firm grip.

“Oh!” Jenny exclaimed in surprise as she looked at Master’s face. He had woken up, and although his eyes were now open, it was like he wasn’t there.

“Good morning, master,” I said. “Is something wrong?” Definitely something was, but I tried to keep my voice soothing.

Master’s grip on Jenny’s hand tightened as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. I could see the tension in his body. Something had happened to this wonderful man, and my heart ached for him. He finally released Jenny and sighed. “I’m sorry, girls. I had a nightmare.”

“Would you like to talk about it?” I asked softly, placing a hand on his arm.

He shook his head, still visibly shaken. “No, it was just a dream. It’ll pass,” he said, forcing a smile.

But I could tell that it wasn’t just any dream. Nightmares do not continue when you are awake, and when they do, they were usually related to some past trauma or fear that he had yet to fully overcome.

I looked over at Jenny and we exchanged a worried glance. We both knew that Master wouldn’t want to burden us with his problems and struggles, but we also couldn’t stand seeing him in pain.

“It’s Saturday, so there is no rush,” Jenny said. “Would you like to have breakfast in bed?” she suggested with a small smile.

Master hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “That would be nice,” he said quietly.

Jenny got up from the bed and, still naked, went to the kitchen.

I stayed with Master, caressing his back and kissing his shoulder. “I know something happened to you, Master. It’s not this slave’s place to question you, but perhaps it would be good for you to talk about it.”

Master’s eyes softened as he looked at me, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “Thank you, my dear. But it’s not something I’m ready to talk about yet,” he said with a sad smile.

I nodded understandingly and leaned into his touch, grateful for the small moment of intimacy we shared. After a few minutes, Master seemed to snap out of his daze and got up from the bed.

“I gotta go,” he said, giving me a small nod before heading towards the bathroom.

Jenny came back into the room with a tray of food just as Master disappeared behind the door. I helped her set up breakfast on the small desk in the room while we chatted about mundane things.

But even as we ate and laughed together, there was an underlying tension in the air. None of us mentioned Master’s nightmare again, but it hung over us like a dark cloud.

After breakfast, Master announced that he had some work to attend to and left, promising to return as soon as he could.

After he left, I couldn’t help but ask Jenny what she thought about Master’s behavior.

“What do you think, Jen?” I asked.

“Something happened to Master, something bad,” she said with a sigh. “I’m not sure, but I see some signs of PTSD.”

I froze mid-brush and turned to look at her. “PTSD? Are you sure?”

Jenny nodded solemnly. “I can’t say for sure, but from what I’ve observed, he has some symptoms. The nightmares, the distant and withdrawn behavior, even the way he flinched when he woke up.”

My heart ached at the thought of Master going through something so traumatic that it could cause PTSD. But then again, I was only a slave. His secrets were his, and it was on him to decide if sharing them with us.

“What should we do?” I asked Jenny as we climbed into bed.

“We can’t force him to talk about it if he’s not ready,” she said softly. “But we can be here for him and support him however he needs.”

I nodded in agreement and suggested that we use this time to prepare a surprise for him.

We had set up candles and laid out his favorite dishes on the table.

“Wow, what’s all this?” he asked with a smile as he walked into the apartment.

“We wanted to do something special for you,” I said with a shy smile.

Master’s eyes softened as he took in the scene before him. “You both didn’t have to do this,” he said softly.

“It was nothing,” Jenny said with a shrug. “We just wanted to show you how much we appreciate you.”

Master smiled gratefully and took a seat at the table. We served him his food and sat down across from him as we all enjoyed the meal together. For a brief moment, it felt like if we were a family.

After dinner, Master thanked us again for the surprise and excused himself to go take care of some work. But before he left, he pulled me aside and gave me a warm hug.

“Thank you, my dear,” he whispered in my ear. “This meant more than you know.”

I smiled as tears pricked at my eyes. At this moment I loved to be under Master’s control. Jenny and I would make sure to train our Master well, and this was a good beginning.

Master smiled gratefully at both of us before turning serious again. “Girls, last night was wonderful. But I can’t help to think that you simply did your duty as slaves, as you were trained to do.”

“Master, it’s true that we are slaves and our duty is to please you,” Jenny began, her voice gentle but firm. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t have grown genuine feelings for you.” She reached out to take Master’s hand in hers. “We are here not only because our father gave us to you, but because we want to be with you.”

I nodded in agreement, adding, “Master, you have become more than just our owner. You’ve shown us kindness and care beyond what is expected of a master. We are grateful for that and we do feel something for you.”

Master looked at both of us with a mix of emotions on his face. He seemed touched by our words but also conflicted.

“I appreciate your honesty, girls,” he said after a moment. “And I do care for both of you as well.” He sighed before continuing. “But I can’t help but feel guilty sometimes. Guilty for taking advantage of your submission and using it to fulfill my own desires.”