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Welcome To The Machine [BlindedByTheLight & XxYoursxX]

Feeling herself being brought back into the bathroom, the towel slipping from her grasp and into the floor as he moved her so, Lillian wondered what he would have in store next. The cool, crisp bedding felt against her warm, bare back...Yet, she knew not what he intended on doing now. However, those dark hues of her's would close, her body hesitant.
 
Seth grabbed a pink collar and walked over to her. He collared her and kissed her lips gently, "ok, in bed under the covers." He whispered, he was being extremely gentle. He had no intentions of hurting her that night.
 
When Lillian felt something about her neck, her eyes couldn't help but instantly shoot open. Her hands felt around the object, at though looking for a way out of it. However, seeing as that would only displease him, she stopped her actions and brought herself beneath the covers. After all, at least he didn't fasten it tightly around her. It was more of a symbol, now.
 
Seth moved onto the bed with her and he got under the covers he pulled her close placing a leg over her body he shut his eyes. He was getting close to falling asleep, he was really tired as well because of how much actio he had gotten that day.
 
Glad to see what he was finally close to rest at last, Lillian let out a gentle sigh and felt her own body slipping into a state of sleep. She must have been tired, indeed, for normally such closeness to someone such as him would have kept her most certainly awake all through the night.
 
[[Kk. Just wanted to make sure.]]

However she happened to manage it, Lillian had managed to sleep well throughout the night, her eyes slipping open silently sometime the next day. But they did not remain open long, for she wanted to go back to her feelings of ease and comfort, and not those of the dread that would greet her as soon as her owner had realized she'd awakened. The first thing she became aware of once more was that collar about her neck, a symbol of her broken spirit, as well as her slavery to a unique man.
 
Seth awoke about fifteen minutes after her. He looked at her and stroked her hair gently, suddenly he coughed and whimpered. His throat seemed to be on fire. He bit his bottom lip, "Slave?" He whispered showing obvious signs of pain in his throat.
 
She took notice of his throat, wondering if something was wrong with him as she grew even more used to being addressed as such. "Yes," Lillian would ask in a gentle tone, still waking herself up. Now, she would gently twist and twirl her fingers, her body slowly coming to life once more.
 
Seth looked at her, "Grab the phone, order us breakfast and something for my throat." He whispered as he laid his head back down, his throat hurt a lot clearly he was becoming sick. His hand held onto her's as if she was his life line or something.
 
Reluctantly, she had to let his hand fall from her own, her bare-breasted body uncurling from beneath the warm blankets of the bed to retrieve the phone to do as he requested. Apparently, the person at the other end knew well of what he desired for breakfast, therefore she didn't have to go through the trouble of trying to figure it out. They would also bring him up some medicine, and said it would be done promptly before she was able to hang up the phone. Sitting on the side of the bed, now, Lillian fingered her way about the collar, aware of it's presence once more. However, her attention was soon diverted back to the male still lying within the bed. Was he going to be alright?
 
Seth looked at his slave, he saw her touching her collar, "Please keep me warm." He whispered, his eyes were not on her breasts or anything else but simply on her eyes. He wanted to make sure that she was going to understand he was seriously sick and that he wasn't faking it.
 
"Hm?" Not only was it a kind-hearted request, but it was a very non-sexual related one. Granted, she was still naked, but it was a asking that had little of a violent tone in it. Lillian, hearing the strain in his voice, slipped herself back beneath the blankets and laid closely to her master. Hesitantly, would her body wrap a bit around his own, an arm across his chest and both of her legs curled along with his. "Are you alright?"
 
Seth looked at her as she moved close, he shut his eyes and shivered slightly. Seth was becoming very cold when he felt her close he laid his head lower then her's and against her chest it wasn't meant to be sexual, he was looking for comfort and for her to understand he was at her mercy.
 
She made a gentle noise, one of the acceptance that he wasn't well, and that he wasn't trying to use and abuse her in this time of his sickness. When he laid his head upon her chest, she curled into him closely, running a hand through his silken locks as she closed her own eyes. "What can I do, to help you...?"
 
Seth looked at her, "Feed me when the food comes" His voice cracked showing his throat was beginning to take an affect on how he spoke. "Stay by my side. Do as I ask without question, you will have to bathe me as well." He whispered into her ear then kissed at her chest gently.
 
Why did she even ask that? Why would she even consider volunteering to help him out? She supposed she did owe him, yet, because of what he did for her. Nodding her head gently, her hand still calmly running itself over his hair, she parted those gentle lips. "Yes...Master."
 
Seth heard her call him master, he was sick but he still had to keep his composure. He had broken her, he was being soft and gentle and planned on being so until further notice. He kissed her neck gently as he moved his hands around her body to her lower back, he rubbed it gently. "Soup should be on teh way." He whispered.
 
She nodded again, knowing that when it got here that he wanted her to feed it to him. As for her calling him what she did, it was not the time for her to try and fight his authority. Sure...She felt like a broken-spirit, but were he not sick she questioned whether or not she'd continue to push against his advances. Caressing his face gently now, her dark hues slipping away as she closed her eyes, Lillian breathed deeply and held onto the male at her side.
 
There was a knock at the door and Seth groaned, "Come in." He said his voice a loud whisper. He watched as trays were brought in by men in chef uniforms a few eyed his slave and he glared back at them. He looked at his slave as the tables were set up with the food around his bed. He looked at her eyes waiting for them to open.
 
Though her eyes weren't open, Lillian could feel the glares of the men upon her body, those stares making her feel disgusting and used. The thought crossed her mind now, that she wasn't his first...And would probably not be his last slave. When she heard the door click shut, she looked up, her hues glistening softly now upon seeing all of the food.
 
Seth looked at her and smiled, "Feed me as well as yourself. I'd like you to eat something fattening, we need to make that ass a little bigger." He whispered playfully. He then ran a hand down to her ass, sure she wasn't his first slave but she may be his last if she kept up the way she was acting. Seth was extremely dominant and at times abusive but when sick he was a lot like a little kid who needed to be babied and mothered.
 
Pulling herself away from him, out from beneath the blankets once more, she felt her bare body exposed to the room again. She felt so self-conscious, and even more so when he said he wanted her to eat something fattening to make her ass bigger for him. However, in order to evade said situation, she would simply feed him. Working herself about the bed, looking over the trays and tables, she located the one that had his soup within and brought it closer, almost afraid of doing something wrong.
 
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