Chapter 5: Lazy Day

It was almost eight am when I woke, and Flood was not with me in bed. I knew she could not be too far away, so I called out, “Flood where are you?”

Her voice came from the direction of the bathroom. “I’m in here, Master.”

Just seconds later, she appeared beside me, naked, of course. “I’m sorry, I was trying to finish the ironing, I did not expect you to wake so early.”

She pulled back the sheet, revealing my morning wood. “You are still as horny as ever, aren’t you, Master?” She fell on top of my erection and eagerly lapped away at the head of my cock.

I remembered the rough treatment I gave her the previous evening, “Are you sore?”

She nodded, not showing external discomfort, “Some, but it is all part of being a sex slave.”

I moaned in pleasure at my slave’s fellatio skills.

“Do you want me to go fast or slow, Master?”

I paused to consider my options. “Better make it fast today, I am starting my day late, and I am sure breakfast is waiting for us.”

Following my instructions, she deep-throated my dick and sucked on the shaft vigorously.

Within a minute I came, shooting my cum down Flood’s esophagus.

When my penis softened, she pulled it out of her mouth, and smiled. “I’m afraid I’ve started my breakfast before you, Master.”

I laughed, “I think you’ll need more than just that give you the nutrition you need.”

She nodded. I am not sure she knew what “nutrition” meant.

I reached down to put on my pajama bottoms, but stopped. Why bother? Flood has definitely seen me naked, and my staff saw me nude last night.

I grabbed her hand, “Let’s go to breakfast.”

Flood seemed delighted that we were both going out into the living area nude. She walked behind me with a little spring in her step.

We sat down in front of a plate of Gertrude’s wonderful waffles, that she usually made on special occasions.

As I dug in, Bertha seemed to have trouble with the syrup dispenser. First it came out in a trickle, then the syrup poured out too fast. She wound up drowning the waffle in sticky sweetness, but she didn’t seem to mind.

As I was eating, Mable stood next to me. She bowed her head, with her cheeks a beet-red, she asked, “Did that lube help last night, Sir?”

I nodded, “Very much so. Thank you for your advice.”

“If you need more, I can give several websites where you can get more.”

“That would be very helpful. Thank you, Mable.”

As I was talking to her, Gertrude walked in from the kitchen. She took one look at me and made a beeline toward me. “Sir, I’d like to speak with you, in private.”

Perplexed, I nodded and walked with her to the hallway leading to my bedroom.

When I stopped to let her speak, she hesitated, like she wasn’t sure what tack to take. “Sir, it is not ... appropriate for you to be out of your bedroom nude.”

“But last night...”

“Last night was different. It was after regular hours, and you were about to have sex with Bertha.

“A sex slave is supposed to be naked all the time, with only her collars on. It is a sign of her station. You are the Master. You need wear at least some clothes when out of the bedroom, even if it is just pajama bottoms. Of course, if you are having sex elsewhere in the house, It is fine for you to be naked, until you are done with your activity.”

I objected, “But you are a slave, and you are not naked.”

“I am retired from being a sex slave. I am a domestic. I wear this maid uniform, unless you ever want to use me for sex. Then I will gladly shed my clothes for you.” Gertrude’s blush darkened.

I raised the domestic’s chin, so I could look into her vivid blue eyes. “I may take you up on that soon, Slave.

“For now, thank you for teaching me the proper way to act.”

She smiled shyly, “You’re welcome, Sir.”

I went back to my bedroom and put on my pajama bottoms. They were a bit wrinkled and stained from last night, but I decided they were good enough for breakfast.

When I returned to the table, Flood was looking down at her empty plate, and its lake of syrup.

“Would you like another, to finish up your syrup?” I asked.

“That would be nice, Mas ... Master! You are dressed!”

I nodded, “You can be naked throughout the house. You are my sex slave. I am your Master. Outside the bedroom I need to be dressed.”

Bertha looked disappointed. “Did Gertrude tell you that?”

“She did. Gertrude has been a slave a long time. She knows the rules.”

Almost on cue, Gertrude came out with another waffle for Bertha.

An idea occurred to me. “Did you know this rule, Bertha?”

Blushing, she nodded, “But Masters can change the rules to suit them.”

“Maybe so, but when I put on these pants and came out here it just felt right.”

I turned serious and looked my sex slave dead in the eye. “I am new at being a Master. You have been training to be a slave your whole life. If you know a rule and don’t tell me it, I will have to punish you harshly.”

My girl got off her chair and fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

“If I want to break a rule, I will have to know the rule before I break it.”

“You’re right, Master.”

After we were done eating, I escorted Flood back to the bedroom.

I went to my closet to get my clothes for the day. I really did not have any big plans, so I got out a beautifully pressed tee shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts out of my dresser. Again, it was pressed.

Flood said, “I have pressed all your clothes except your underwear.”

“Don’t bother. I have thought about it, and I’ve decided to not wear them anymore.”

She nodded, “That’s a good idea. The next time you want me to blow you in a public place, it will make it easier for me to have access to your cock.”

I was still wearing my pajama bottom, and a pup tent was starting to form. I said, “Before I get dressed, let’s get my cock drained for the morning.”

She nodded. Getting down on her knees, she pulled down my pants. “How do you want to do me, Master?”

I pointed to the bed, “Of all the positions I’ve tried, I think I like Missionary the best. I like to see your face as I am fucking you.”

She nodded, “However you want me, Master.”

She laid down on the bed and spread her legs and pulled her pussy open with her hands.

I climbed on top of her and slid my cock into her gaping pussy.

Flood’s eyes widened at the feel of me violating her. She then let out a little moan, followed by a series of shallow pants. “I like this position too, Master. I like seeing your face. You concentrate so hard. You obviously want to please me, make me cum.”

I stopped my thrusts with my cock deep inside her, “Is that unusual?”

She bit her lip, and tried to keep her thought on my question, “My ... my mother warned me that some sex slave rarely, if ever, had an orgasm from her master. All he would be interested in was draining his balls, not his slave’s pleasure. Those girls wind up relieving themselves through masturbation or with other sex slaves in the house.”

Feeling my balls pull in, I resumed my thrusting into Flood’s juicy quim.

Flood wrapped her legs around my buttocks and cried out.

I felt her vagina clamp down on me, and her squirt. That set me off, and I came inside her.

I rolled off her, and we both lay on the bed, panting.

As we laid there, I remembered what she had said to me mid-sex. “As you can see, I am not like those other masters. I am still learning, and I want to be great in bed. It is no good if only one of us has any pleasure. Sex is a two person activity.”

Flood propped herself up and looked me in the face. There was genuine affection, if not love, in her eyes. “That is why you are the best Master in the world.”

It was my turn to blush. “I would not say that. But your words are appreciated.”

Having nothing scheduled today, we spent some time just lounging in bed. I ran my fingers over every inch of my slave’s gorgeous body. In my explorations I inserted two, then three fingers inside her pussy. She came again, squirting all over my arm.

We eventually wound up back in the shower, where she washed me and I washed her. I got another blowjob, as her cleaning attentions got me hard again.

As we were drying off each other, Flood asked, “Master, do you like my pussy bare, like it is now, or would you prefer it hairy, like it is naturally?”

I had never seen her with a full bush. I did not know how hairy she was. But I did like seeing her clit and labia. I could see how aroused she was, not just faking it for me.

“I like you bare, like you are now, Slave.”

She nodded, “Well, I don’t know if you noticed but I starting to get stubbly. I should shave soon.”

“ ... And you don’t have a razor. You can use mine until we get you one. It is in the drawer by the sink, and the shaving cream is in the medicine cabinet.”

“It’s not just that, Master. I’ve never done it myself and I am afraid I would cut myself; and maybe make you mad for damaging myself. My mother shaved me two days ago, and I’ve not needed to shave my armpits or legs, yet.”

I paused to consider, “I see. You want me to teach you?”

She looked at me with trusting eyes, “I’d prefer if you’d do me.”

I was shocked. “Me?” I exclaimed.

She nodded, “I trust you with my body.”

“But I don’t know the female body. I don’t want to make a mistake and cut your clit or something.”

I thought that would make her reconsider, but she just shook her head. “You know my body better than anybody else, including my mother. I trust you, Master. You will take good care of your slave.”

I decided that I would live up to her trust. How to do this was the big question. Her standing in the shower, with me kneeling in front of her, did not seem right. Her lying on the bed, would be problematic, as I would have to run to the bathroom constantly to wash off the razor.

I finally came up with a solution. I ordered her, “Sit on the counter by the sink.”

Flood used her arms to boost her wide rear onto the counter top. She then spread her legs.

I managed to pull the drawer where the razor was. My slave was sitting on top of it. She raised her legs so I could pull it out.

“Now, I am going teach how to do this yourself...”

“But I like this better, Master.”

I smiled, “But what if I am not here, and you want to make sure you are ready for my return. You would need to know how to prepare yourself.”

She looked thoughtful, “You are right. Teach me, Master.”

To do this without any nicks, I put on a new blade cartridge. I showed Flood how to take off old blades and put on new ones.

I taught her the proper way to hold the razor, and how to always pull it towards you, not from side-to-side.

I put the shaving foam on her pubes, and taught her that you just needed a small layer, not a thick blanket.

I finally shaved her. Her clit was erect and sticking out. That made it easy to avoid.

Every few strokes, I rinsed the razor under the hot water running from the tap.

When I was finally done, I cleaned her off using a wet washcloth.

I stepped back, “How’s that?”

She reached down and stroked her newly shaved bush. “Ooh! It’s so smooth! I think it is even smoother than last time.” She let out what could only be described as a purr.

She paused for a moment, then put her hands on the counter, beside her hips.

I thought occurred to me. “You’ve never masturbated before, have you?”

She shook her head, “I couldn’t with the Chasity Belt on and we’re not supposed to, not as long as our master is keeping us satisfied.”

“Well, I’d like to see you masturbate, at least once.”

She seemed genuinely shocked, “You do?”

“Seeing how you please yourself may give me some ideas on how to please you.”

She got down off the counter. “I’m not sure what I should do.”

I took her to the bed, “Just touch your body anywhere, and I think it will all come naturally from there.”

She nodded and climbed on the bed.

Kneeling erect on the sheet facing me, with her legs spread, using both hands Flood grasped her large breasts and began kneading them together ... Moaning, she moved up to her erect nipples. She rolled them in her fingers, pinched them, then finally pulled them.

“You’ve done this before,” I observed.

“Some, when I was horny,” she gasped. “But I found that it just made my horniness worse, since I was wearing that chastity belt.”

My slave’s hands left her red and swollen nipples, and moved down to between her legs. With a gasp and a shudder she fell backwards, so she was on her back, with her knees up in the air.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed, as she stroked the tender flesh between her labia. “I can’t ... I can’t...” she exclaimed. When she touched her clit, she cried out and came. She squirted about three feet, almost reaching the floor.

She kept jilling off. I am sure that her orgasms kept coming, as she was constantly moaning, and her whole body was shaking. But she didn’t squirt anymore, after that first big one.

Flood finally stopped and crawled to the edge of the bed. She looked worn out. Her hair was matted with sweat, and perspiration trickled down her body.

“How was it, Slave?” I asked.

“It was so intense! I’ve never come so hard and long!”

She looked at me seriously. “But it wasn’t as good as when I am with you. I was all alone there in bed. I did not have you to possess and impose your will on me. That is so much hotter!”

I did not know how to respond. I kept getting the feeling that she was buttering me up. But maybe she was sincere. “Well, go get yourself cleaned up, it is almost time for lunch.”

She looked up at me shyly as she stood up shakily, “Would you mind watching me as I shower, Master?”