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Taking Her Away

She sat up quickly at the sound of his voice, hoping he wouldn't be angry with her. She'd rather not start the day off badly. "I'm sorry master." she said quickly, moving over to him and kissing him softly before moving down between his legs.
 
"That's a good girl," he said, relaxing as she moved between his legs. He strikes her neck as she sucked his cock. The truth was later on he'd probably be kinder. Certainly less strict. More caring when he woke her up.

But this week was about setting a tone. Making sure she accepted and respected his authority. He had to be hard.

He came a little in her mouth with a satisfied grunt and pulled out of her. He patted her on the head and headed into the shower.
 
Not long after taking his cock into her mouth, she felt perfectly relaxed, no longer upset about being woken up too early for her taste. Despite the fact that she was still a little tired, she put as much effort as she could into pleasuring him.

She moaned softly as she swallowed his cum, feeling a little saddened as he got up and walked away. She so badly wanted to follow him and enjoy a hot shower with him, but she knew that he wanted her to get started on breakfast.

Sighing, she reluctantly got out of bed and made her way downstairs to prepare their food.
 
He came downstairs and ate breakfast with her. When it was done he gave her a soft kiss.

"I have to go to work," he said. "I'll see you tonight, slave. I expect this place to be clean when I get back. Top to bottom. If it's not, I'll bruise you top to bottom. Have a nice day, slave, I've got to get going."
 
She was just finishing up breakfast, dishing food out onto their plates when he came into the kitchen. As much as she wanted to be able to spend some time with him before he went to work, breakfast went by in a hurry, and before she knew it he was gone.

Though there were other ways she would've chosen to spend her day, she didn't think his request was too complex. However, when she started cleaning, she thought differently. Though everything appeared nice, it was a lot dirtier than it looked. She had to vacuum every room at least 2 or 3 times to get all the dirt up, and she redusted everything several times to ensure that every bit was cleaned up. She paid special attention to the floor that looked like it had only been swept, getting on her hands and knees to scrub every inch of every tile.

After several hours without any breaks other than to empty the vacuum or switch out her cleaning supplies, she was done. Glancing at the clock, she saw that her master should be arriving within 20 minutes. Just enough time to get a shower. She had definitely worked up a sweat after the big clean, and she wanted herself to look as nice as everything else for him.
 
He came home to a house so pristeen it almost hurt his eyes.

The first thing he did coming through the door was pull her into a long, deep kiss, his hands groping her back and breasts, crushing her too him. The second was an inspection of her work. He looked a little startled.

"I'll be honest," he said. "I was expecting to have to punish you. But you seem to have gotten rid of any excuses I had."

He paused thoughtfully.

"Maybe I should punish you for that...."
 
Jayde had just come back downstairs after her shower when Mr. Harris was walking in the door. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, holding onto him tightly as he kissed her. Like most times, he seemed to pull away too soon.

She watched him carefully as he inspected the house, trying to figure out his expression. She smiled slightly as he spoke, glad to have surpassed his expectations. At his last remark, she felt herself get a little disappointed, but tried her best not to show it. If she wanted to get punished, she wouldn't have tried to hard. She did all of this for him hoping to get rewarded. Either way, she would take what he would give her, but she wouldn't necessarily be happy about it.
 
"I'm joking," he laughed, catching her brief frown. He kissed her again. "I'll never punish you when you don't deserve it. I may torture you for fun, but we both know that's not the same thing. But I think you're due a reward, slave. Now here's an interesting question: What do you want?"
 
She blushed a little as she realized that he had noticed her disappointment, but she felt relieved that he wasn't going to punish her. Part of her felt like he should've already known by now that she wasn't picky when it came to being rewarded. Really, she just wanted him. As long as she was able to spend time with him, she was happy. "You." she said, kissing him on the cheek.
 
He laughed and kissed her again.

"Well you're going to get plenty of that," he said. "Although I'm not so sure you want me as much as my cock, but hey as long as it's attached."

He ran his hand up inside of her top and squeezed her breast.

"Do we have time to fuck before you have to do anything with whatever your cooking for dinner?"
 
"Can't we just order something?" she asked, her hand slowly sliding down to rub his cock through his pants as he squeezed her breast.

She had worn herself out after spending the day cleaning, and she wanted to use the last bit of energy she had on him rather than on cooking.
 
Jayde sighed contently, trying to push his head down lower as she felt her pussy growing wet from his touch. Even after everything they had done, she was still amazed at how easily he could turn her on.
 
Like always, she craved his touch. Part of her felt like she should be concerned about how much she seemed to need him. In a way, it didn't seem natural to always want someone so badly, but then again, maybe this was how it was supposed to feel and she had just never experienced it with anyone else.

She tried not to act too disappointed when he pulled away, knowing that she would have him later. After all she had done that day, she was hungry, and food would probably give her more energy for later.
 
When the call was made he came back to her and began to peal her clothes off. He made it slow, kissing her skin every time another inch of it was revealed, caressing her slowly, teasing her. It took him almost half an hour to get her naked.

There was a knock at the door.

"There we are," he said. "Go answer the door, slave. Here's the money. Don't put anything on when you get the food."
 
She had tried several times to quicken the pace of things, but he wouldn't let her have it. Finally, she gave up, allowing him to tease her, making her want him even more. Everything he did sent shivers down her spine, her pussy growing wet with anticipation as he slowly removed her clothing.

She had completely forgotten about dinner until she heard the knock on the door. She looked at him strangely as he told her to answer it, after all, he was the only one who was dressed. "But.. master." she said, looking at him nervously. He had to be kidding.. Did he really expect her to answer the door naked?
 
"Yes slave?" he said, going to sit on the couch. "What's the problem? He'll see you naked. I hope you're not implying I would pick an ugly slave? Now go, before..."

His phone rang.

"Yea you have the right address," he said after a moment. "Someone will be right out."

He hung up and waved her towards the door.

"He sounds eighteen," he said. "Get the food before you have to explain nipple clamps to him, too."
 
His tone and facial expression made it obvious that he wasn't joking. As much as she wanted to protest, his last statement kept her silent. "Yes master.." she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice as she took the money from him, not wanting to get punished.

She hesitated for a moment in front of the door, opening it reluctantly. As soon as the door was opened, she could feel the young man's eyes on her, his mouth opening in shock. She quickly looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

Handing him the money, she grabbed the food from him, quietly telling him to keep the change as she shut the door quickly.
 
When she got back, he took the food from her and placed it in the living room table. Then he tugged her onto the couch, straddling him, and tangled his fingers in her hair.

"I like the looks I get from other men when I'm with you," he said. "The envy. Because they all know that before morning I'm going to have my hands all over these sweet tits of yours, or your lips wrapped around my cock. And they won't. And I like knowing that kid will spend the text of his life trying to figure out what horrible, filthy things the man he spoke to on the phone was doing to you that got you to the door naked in a collar."
 
She refused to look at him until he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him. It was obvious by her expression that she was far from pleased with him at the moment. Though she could understand where he was coming from, she didn't think he needed to take things that far.

"I don't really care.." she said turning away from him. "I don't want other people seeing me like this." This was a side of her that she hadn't even known existed until she met Mr. Harris, and it certainly wasn't something she wanted other people to know about. Even though the kid didn't know her and she would probably never see him again in her life, she was still bitter about the fact that he had seen her like this.
 
He gave her a calm, almost emotionless look.

"Why not?" he said. "You're beautiful. You're sexy. And it's what I want. Or maybe it's that you don't want anyone to know this about you. Well, if you stay with me, people will find out. Oh, not everyone. But people will notice the collar, and some of them will know what it means. And I'm going to be changing your wardrobe to things that are more and more revealing, people will be looking at your body all the time. The real question is...will you do it for me? Are you really mine, or is this just a game for you?"
 
"No.. its not a game." she said, leaning in close to him, laying her head on his shoulder. He was partially right. Part of her didn't want anyone to see this side of her, but mostly it was just that she wanted this side of her to be all for him. "Its just that I only want you to see me like this. Of course I'll do it for you.." That part, she thought was obvious. If she could answer the door naked, of course she could go out in slutty clothes, but that didn't mean she would be happy about it.
 
He kissed her on top of the head and held her close.

"Well I don't plan on leading you naked through the neighborhood," he said. "This week, anyway. How about we have some dinner, watch done TV, and then I can do something to you that'll take your mind off of it?"
 
She started to feel a little better as he held her close to him, but again, his embrace didn't last as long as she wanted it to. She was hungry though, and the smell of the food was making her stomach start to growl.

"Can we skip tv?" she asked as she reached over for the bag with the food in it.
 
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