A hot lady and a hot breakfast

I woke up alone in my bed. It could have all been a dream. It probably was a dream. It only made sense. Me, making a deal with a demon, then going to work and having a sexy girl following me around, only to have sex with said– no wait, those are her clothes on the floor. Never mind.

She had left her over shirt and shoes on my bedroom floor, presumably having taken the rest to wear again today.

Oh well. I decided to start my day as I started all my days: by checking for messages on my phone. There weren’t that many, most were grandmas saying good morning on family groups and friends arguing about nerdy stuff. But a noteworthy one was an answer from my mom regarding the picture I had sent her yesterday, responding to my photo of the certificate and me asking for Aly to sleep here, she had said:

‘Of course honey, it’s only natural for an object to sleep in the same home as her owner.’

That’s good. The magic worked through the phone and would probably affect anyone I talked to about the certificate or Aly’s position as my property. It’s good to know I’d never get in trouble if someone ever only watched a video of us doing… I don’t know, something someone would only do to an object, I guess.

My mom had also sent a couple more messages this morning:

‘Met her today. She’s so cute and polite!’ then she sent a gif of a cute Japanese girl being overwhelmed with hearts.

‘Made breakfast for her as a welcome gift, there’s food for you as well downstairs.’

‘And even though it’s Saturday, I’ll be working at the office until later today. See you later and take care (of yourself and her too!)’

I couldn’t help but notice some of those messages would read the same as if I had just brought a girlfriend home and the irony was not lost on me.

I quickly got dressed and went downstairs. One would think the first thing I should notice would be the girl who swore a vow to serve me, but it was actually the food. Mom had made some steamy ham and egg sandwiches grilled with butter, as well as a smoking pot of hot chocolate.

Now, to the girl who was as hot as my breakfast: Aly was going barefoot, wearing her jeans and her T-shirt while blissfully drinking a cup of hot chocolate over a now empty plate. Her normally brown hair was even darker from being wet and was cascading down her shoulders, getting her shirt wet as well, making it transparent where the hair touched it and giving a great view of her bra hugging those perfect tits.

She opened her eyes as I entered the kitchen.

“Hello there, my owner! I thought about waking you up sooner, but you looked so cute having such a good rest that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” She looked positively relaxed. Like last night, the shower and this breakfast had taken weights off her shoulders.

“I can see that you took a shower this morning. And that you’re mostly finished with breakfast too.”

“Yeah, your mom was kind enough to offer me her bathroom and to make me something to eat before she left. Oh, that reminds me, she said to tell you she is going to do some overtime in her office today, so she won’t come back until later.” After she relayed the message, she finished her cup in a single gulp and put it down. I nodded and took my seat in front of my still untouched plate.

“She also said I was very pretty and polite, and that you were very lucky to have such a cute and nice little thing like me.” She said as she waved her shoulders around, making a show of herself. “Your mom really liked me!”

I smiled alongside her for a bit, but then decided to tackle the elephant in the room right from the get go. The very sexy elephant.

“So, Aly…”

“Yes?” she perked up.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you: why did you, out of nowhere, decided to have sex with me yesterday?”

“You mean without you ordering me first? Well, you said you wanted to relax and forget everything from work. I can clearly see you were and are still relaxed, and did you even think about your work after we started, before I mentioned it just now?”

She did have a point, but her logic was all out of whack. She did what I asked and we did have a great time, but it was in the most roundabout way possible. And my thought process would have stayed at that, if I didn’t remember something that demon had said in my dream yesterday (God, it felt like ages ago!). He said he’d make pushes for me to make sinful and selfish decisions. So could this be it? Make me more lustful by sleeping with her, or provoking my envy or pride by making me take her from her man? I felt a bit guilty over this last part, but Aly had been so quick to assure me this was fine yesterday.

“Hey, are you ok?” her question startled me. “You haven’t touched your food, and you were staring intensely into the wall there.”

“I’m fine, I was just wondering if your boyfriend would really be ok with what we did.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m your object, your thing, you can do anything to me and it would be fine, as long as you don’t break any laws. And we stay friends, of course. Honestly, it must be starting to get repetitive by now.”

Oh shit, that last detail. We were definitely past being just friends now. Would it alter our relationship or the deal in some way?

“Oh yeah, after what we did yesterday, we are absolutely more than friends now, how do–“

“Friends with benefits, babyyy!”

My surprised face must have been quite a sight, because she started laughing after that.

“You’re going to need to do more than fuck me to get rid of me, mister.” Aly said as she stuck out her tongue and winked playfully. My face must have been worth a thousand pictures after that.

“But no really, you better start eating that before it gets cold.” She continued.

“Hum, I actually didn’t wake up hungry.”

“Really? We did quite a workout yesterday. And I woke up famished today, your mom almost made me another sandwich before she realized she’d be late for work.”

“Hey I just thought of something.”

“Shoot.”

“You plan on staying here indefinitely, right?”

“As long as my owner needs me, I’m by his side.”

“So that means you’d be eating from our fridge regularly?”

“I guess?”

“Alright. Then I should be going to the supermarket. Restock our stuff having a long term guest in mind.”

“Awwn, that’s so sweet.” She started rummaging through her pockets. “Here, you can use my card. The password is 456–“

“There’s no need, I can use my own.”

“Are you sure? Because–“

“Yes I’m sure.” I answered quite abruptly. “Sorry. I just wanted to start the day while doing some normal, day to day activity. Having your card there will just remind me that there’s something out of the ordinary going on.” I just wanted some time to think about this whole thing without her around. Don’t get me wrong, she was definitely great to look at, and she knew how to lift my mood (and other things as well (no, I won’t apologize for that)), but she was also constantly trying to please me and that didn’t leave much time for carefully analyzing this brand new situation I was in.

“It’s alright.” She put her wallet away. At least she didn’t look hurt. “Do you want me to do anything for you before you get back?”

“You are our guest here, so just be our guest. Just be a good, normal guest and try not to break anything, ok?”

“Oh, so masturbating and moaning so loud the neighbors can hear is out of the question?” a smirk returned to her lips.

“For sure.” I chuckled at her joke, almost against my will. “See you later.”