Chapter 2

'I don't want to get up, this bed is so warm... ' Isaac thought, feeling like he was coming out of anesthesia.

He 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 to wake you up."

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.

"I just wanted to meet your new girlfriend," Alice replied with sarcastic sweetness.

"She has tits, she can ride a roller coaster, and she has the personality of a hentai character..." she muttered as she walked past him.

"Do me a favor from now on. When we're in public or you're talking about me to someone, call me Isaac," he, approaching the diner to drop off Holly.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" she whimpered fearfully.

Isaac couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness and reached out to rub the top of her head. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. People will just get confused or might get the wrong idea when they hear you call me 'Master'. Trust me, I love hearing you call me that, but to other people it's probably considered strange or inappropriate."

"So who was she? A friend of yours?"

"In a sense. Alice, she's a fellow tenant, and since I'm the building's repairman, I occasionally have to fix things in her apartment. I hope you two got along."

"I hope we did too. She's so adorable, I just want to pick her up and hug her!" Holly squealed happily, making Isaac laugh.

Coming to a stop in the lot behind the diner, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Do you know where the grocery store is? Do you know my address?"

Holly nodded.

"Here, I know my kitchen is pretty barren, so pick up whatever you need at the store for dinner and I'll do the real shop tomorrow. Take a cab so that you don't have to carry everything home," he said, handing her a bundle of cash.

"What should I make?"

"Surprise me, I'm certainly not a picky eater."

"Ok, I'll see you tonight, Master."

She leaned over and gave him a loving kiss, and as she climbed out of the truck, Isaac called out to her. "One more thing, you'll need this."

Raising her hand, she caught a key tossed to her, the spare key to his apartment. Staring at it, she had a look on her face like he had just given her a diamond ring.

Throughout the day, Isaac and Holly could not keep their thoughts off each other, and with each hour that passed, they got hornier and hornier. All throughout the process of demolition, Isaac maintained a near-constant erection as he thought about Holly's wet pussy and her soft mouth. What would he do when he got home? Would he mount her as soon as he saw her? Would he bring her to her knees and skull-fuck her? She had opened up a whole new world to him and he was going to explore it.

For Holly, it was increasingly difficult to focus on her work. Her face was always flushed with arousal and anticipation. What would Master do to her when he got home? Would he spank her? Choke her? Would he fuck her so violently that she would cry? If she asked, would he even sodomize her? As she fantasized of the pleasure and pain her beloved master would inflict on her, her mouth watered like she was Pavlov's dog and her panties became as wet as the kitchen washcloths. Unfortunately, her wondering mind caused her to make a few mistakes, even overfilling a few customers' coffee cups.

With what looked like mallet handle stuffed into the front of his pants, Isaac walked quickly down the apartment hallway, trying to pick up even the lightest scent of the dinner waiting for him. Unlocking his door, he stepped into his apartment and called out Holly's name. The unit was empty and he didn't smell any food being cooked. In his hand was a paper bag, which he placed on the coffee table in the den.

"Holly? Are you here?"

No reply came, and with a quick search of the rooms, he found no sign that she had returned to the apartment. Had she been asked to stay late at work? Had she gotten lost in the city? Had she possibly found someone else to be her master? No, her things were still here, she wouldn't have left them behind. Regardless he had to go look for her.

Stepping out of the diner, Isaac pondered over where Holly could be. All of her coworkers had told him that Holly left hours ago, after spending her entire shift in a happy daze. Truth be told, they had never seen anyone so happy, but she wasn't exactly very productive ... The chefs even told him to pass on the warning that she could lose her job if she had another day of screw-ups. The only place he could think of was the grocery store, but why would she still be there? Unless...

A sad smile crossed his face. "Ah, of course."

Holly sat on the bench in front of the grocery store, looking like a little kid called to the principal's office for the first time. There weren't any bags around her, and it was clear she had been there for well over an hour. Had she even gone into the store? For once, she was blushing not in arousal or sexual embarrassment, but deep shame. She looked so fragile in the light of the setting sun, so sweet. The red hue deepened as Isaac walked over, and she even hid her face when he sat down beside her. They were both silent for a few minutes, Isaac knowing she desperately wanted to talk and deciding to just wait her out until she swallowed her pride.

At last, Holly pulled her legs up onto the bench and hid her mouth behind her knees. "I couldn't decide what to get. I just walked throughout the aisles over and over again, unsure of what you would want. The harder I tried to decide, the more scared I got. I didn't want to disappoint you, a slave can never disappoint her master."

"I figured as much. It's my fault, I should have remembered you saying how hard it is for you to make decisions. I've met other people like you, people who basically fall apart when facing any kind of decision. A lot of them have been clients. Considering the fact that the bacon and eggs were the last thing I had in my kitchen, I can see why you didn't have this problem this morning."

"I'm sorry, Master. You deserve a better slave than me. I couldn't even make you a simple¬–"

Holly was rendered silent as Isaac put his powerful arm around her and pulled her close. "There was a guy named Sun Tzu who once said something along the lines of "if soldiers don't obey because they don't understand, it's the commander's fault" or something like that. Anyway, he was a lot smarter than me so he was probably right. If you have trouble making decisions, then I'll just have to teach you to be more decisive. It's not like I can be angry at a pet that I haven't even trained. I told you this morning, you're the best slave ever and I meant it."

"But what about dinner?"

Isaac stood up. "Eh, let's just order takeout. You can cook dinner tomorrow. It's a personal rule of mine not to work on Sundays and your boss told me to tell you you're off tomorrow. Let's just enjoy the day. Come on, let's do a big shop while we're here and you can cook dinner tomorrow."

He then held out his hand to her and she smiled with wet eyes.

"Yes, Master!"

The evening news was playing out on the TV and Isaac and Holly were lounging on the couch, each with a paper box of food and a pair of chopsticks.

"You're right, that was delicious. And you can really order it any time?" Holly asked, rubbing her full stomach.

"Are you kidding? I have those guys on speed dial. I hate cooking for myself, so my dinners aren't always very healthy. But I certainly burn off all those calories with how hard I work."

"Well starting tomorrow, you'll never have to cook for yourself but you'll get a delicious home-cooked meal every night."

Standing up, she cleaned the coffee table of all the remains of their meal and discarded them in the kitchen trashcan. While she cleaned up, Isaac brought up the cable guide to see if there were any movies they could watch. Once finished, she returned to the den and stood behind the couch.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Master? Anything to eat or drink? A neck-rub perhaps?"

"I'm fine, Holly. Thank you."

"Are you sure? If there are any chores or jobs you need done, I'll be more than happy to complete them for you."

Isaac again chuckled, greatly amused by her desperate need to satisfy others and be useful. He decided he might as well throw her a bone.

"Tell you what, I'm feeling a tad bit bold. Come over here and give me some body heat."

Happy to obey, Holly returned to the couch. Sitting beside Isaac, she curled up against him and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. Having finally found a good movie about to start, Isaac gave a sigh of relief and put his arm around Holly, holding her tightly with her head rested on his chest. Feeling his arm around her like a blanket, Holly blushed in happiness and settled in like a sleepy kitten.

This ... this moment, right here and now, it was one she had never anticipated. When she decided to follow her dream of finding a man who would be her master, she never really thought beyond being used to satisfy his sexual desires and follow orders, as that was all she ever wanted to do. But now, she was being embraced in a way that gave her a form of pleasure that went beyond her wildest dreams. She used to huddle together with her brothers and sisters on movie night at the orphanage, and would try to snuggle in their laps when she pretended to be a cat or dog, but none of that compared to this. What she and Isaac were doing didn't involve sex, was not a game of perversion, and had nothing to do with their relationship as slave and master.

They were simply two people who cared about each other, enjoying each other's company while watching a movie and resting from a long day of work. Last night she realized that she had found her home, but never before had it felt so much like a real home than at this very moment. How strange, this may have been one of the few times in her life, when without fulfilling someone's orders or being dominated and used ... she was truly happy.

"Oh, by the way, Holly, I have a few gifts for you," said Isaac as the movie credits began to roll.

Having been about to fall asleep, Holly perked up with the look of a cat spotting the fluttering wings of a moth. "Gifts?"

"Just a few things to welcome you home."

He picked up the paper bag he had placed on the coffee table earlier, and reaching inside, he pulled out a cell phone and gave it to her. It wasn't anything expensive or complex, just an old slide model from SAMSUNG, but the look on Holly's face was priceless.

"I just wish I had been able to give this to you sooner, that way it would have been easier to find you."

"Thank you so much, Master! I've wanted one of these since I was a little kid!" she squealed.

Smiling, Isaac then drew a large dog collar, which he picked up from the local pet store. On the ring was a heart-shaped tag, labeled HOLLY.

"I had to look around at a few places before I could find the right tag, but what use is a collar if its doesn't have my pet's name on it?"

Holly was left speechless and nearly on the verge of tears when she saw the collar, and as Isaac secured it around her neck, she began to cry in happiness.

"How is it? I hope it's not too tight."

In reply, Holly threw herself at Isaac and hugged him with all her strength. "It's perfect, Master!"

Holly kneeled in the bedroom doorway, her clothes gone and her hands tied above her head. Isaac had secured a leash to her collar, then tied it around her wrists so that her arms were raised straight up, then secured the handle around a hook he drilled into the cross beam of the frame above. The leash's pull on her collar was just tight enough to halve every breath she could take in, nothing more than a fabric aphrodisiac. Just like the night before, her panties had been stuffed into her mouth for a gag, but they were already soaked from her mouth watering in arousal.