Carrie's POV

I woke nestled into her Master's chest. He was gently nudging me, trying to wake me up. As soon as I realized where I was I quickly slid off the couch,

"I'm sorry Master, I must have dozed off." I exclaimed.

"SSSHHH, No problem, it's just time for bed." He said his face warm and friendly.

"Yes Master," I said dropping my head. I am so confused right now. I'm his **** but he's treating me like I am free. I stayed on my knees, my mind still waking up. He reached out, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I did as I knew what was proper for a **** and followed behind him. He took me to my room and led me to my bed. I can't imagine why he's doing this. For a long as I can remember I slept on the floor at the foot of my owner's bed or if I was bad in a cage.

I lie down and he grabbed a sheet pulling it over my body. It felt weird being in a bed by myself and in a room just for me. He leaned down, kissed my forehead, like a father would his daughter, turned and walked out.

I lay there thinking about all that had happened today. It started out pretty normal, I was by his bed waiting for him to awaken, and when he did he jumped when he saw me. I almost screwed up and laughed, but he quickly recovered and ordered me to fix his coffee. I knew I had to please this man, my Master, I have nowhere else to go. He is different from any of my other owners and I'm not certain what to do.

I brought his coffee and I stood by trying to keep my eyes lowered, but I couldn't help but steal glances every few seconds. He was much older than anyone I've ever been with but I haven't actually been with him yet. I know it's just a matter of time before he ends up like all the others. Even so I want to serve this one. He was drinking his coffee and the sheets covering his body parted and I saw his cock. For a man of his age, his cock looked pretty nice. Not too big and I knew it wouldn't be painful when he fucked my ass.

I kept glancing at it and finally asked. "Master may I take care of that for you? I want to serve." I was very nervous as I have never had to ask to service my owner. I never really wanted to serve most of them, except George, my ex-husband before he changed. But this new Master was nice, and he's treating me good. When he nodded, I couldn't help but almost attack his manhood.

One thing that all my owners agreed with was I am very good with my mouth. I know how to please a man or a woman for that matter. I wanted to show him my training. This wasn't going to be just a blowjob but me loving his cock.

The rest of the day was a blur. Master gave me my tasks and left. When he came home I couldn't believe what all he bought. First it was this bed and chest. Then he brought in clothes. Real clothes. I couldn't help but be excited. I would be covered and look like a woman and not a whore. It confused me even more, why? I'm nothing to him. I was dropped into his lap and he obviously has no idea what he's doing. I just know my time here is limited. He'll get rid of me soon or he will change. They all do.

I lay in my bed thinking about what we talked about at dinner. He asked me all about when Mom and Dad were still alive. I hadn't thought about them for a long time. At first I had trouble remembering what it was like. But after a while it slowly came back.

At first all I remembered was how happy I was. I was in high school and George was the captain of the football team. He was the quarterback and so handsome. I was the luckiest girl in school. I would do anything for him. At home all I remembered was Dad was in charge. His word was law and you dare not break any of his rules. When I told Master, he had a strange look but then asked if I was ever disciplined by him. At first I shook my head, but then the memories flooded back.

"Yes I was," I answered him. He asked me if Mom was disciplined too. And I answered yes. I tried to keep from crying but the memories were so real. For a minute I could feel his belt on my butt. He didn't ask any more about my parents until he asked how they died.

This time I cried, hard. Those were the most painful memories. My life was never the same after that. It was my senior year and graduation was only a couple weeks away. Mom and Dad had gone out for the evening, and I was with George at home. When the police arrived and told me they were in a car crash with a drunk driver. I passed out. God those memories were so real.

We ate for a bit, and he asked what I had planned for after graduation. Again the painful memories flooded back. I had been accepted to college, but I was a mess after losing Mom and Dad. It was George and his parents that saved me. They took me in and by the end of summer George proposed and we were married just before he left for college.

His parents paid for an apartment for us to stay so I went with him. The first year was like heaven. I stayed at the apartment cleaning and taking care of him. We made love all the time. But it was the middle of his sophomore year when he started to change. I know school was difficult, and he struggled to keep up. We quit making love so much. We only had sex every few weeks. He also started to stay away a lot. I got depressed staying alone in the apartment. One day he came home and I wasn't there. I got bored and went to the park a few blocks away. George blew up, it was the first time he spanked me. From that day on, our relationship changed. I had to ask permission to do anything. And nothing I did at home was right. I thought about arguing with him, but memories about Dad and his rules kept me from questioning him.

The next couple years were probably the most difficult. George piled on the rules and punished me whenever I broke one. I think it was his senior year, when he came home with another woman. She was in one of his classes. George didn't even introduce me. They walked in and he demanded I feed both of them. I was so humiliated. Here George was fawning all over this woman and I was treated like a maid.

After that, she was around a lot. They would come home after school and I would fix dinner. They would study for a while then sit on the couch and watch TV. I cleaned the kitchen and was ordered to the bedroom until I was called. I told Master that was the first time I felt like a ****. This went on for the rest of the year until they graduated. I wasn't allowed to go to the ceremony, but when they came home after it they were very drunk. That night George told me that Janet would be staying over.

That was the first time and last time I stood up to him. I yelled at him and screamed to kick her out. But all that got me was the worst beating ever. When he finished. I was naked on the floor at their feet. I never argued again.

From that day on I was treated as a ****. I was told to call them Master and Mistress. Master George and Mistress Janet told me what to wear, eat, say and do. Sometimes I was allowed to watch them make love, but usually I was sent to my small room, waiting until I was called. Usually it was to clean out Mistress's pussy and Master's cock.

That lasted for a long time. I really don't know how long. Each day ran into another, day after day nothing changed for me. During that time, Master George divorced me and married Mistress Janet. I was the house ****. I cleaned, cooked, and serviced his friends whenever he had them over. Mistress loved to humiliate me in front of them. It always ended the same. I was fucked repeatedly. Then one day a strange man showed up. He, Master and Mistress sat and talked for a long time. Finally the man pulled out a big wad of money and he and George shook hands.

The man walked up to me, locked a collar around my neck, gagged me, and handcuffed my hands behind my back. When he blindfolded me I started to panic. That was the last time I ever saw Master and Mistress. I felt a prick on my neck and everything went dark.

That's when Master Mark stopped me. I knew there were tears running down my cheeks. Master told me that he didn't want to know any more. We sat there not saying anything for a while just eating. Finally the waiter walked up and sat down the most wonderful desert in front of me. It was chocolate and ice cream, brownies, nuts and whipped cream. It was so wonderful all those bad memories disappeared. I guess that's one thing about being a ****. We have short memories.

I lay in bed thinking wondering why? I knew what I was supposed to do, serve. But the rules Master had laid down, confused me. I had to make decisions. Go out in public by myself. Buy groceries, and clothes. I think the last time I did that was... I can't remember when I last did that. The thought of having freedom to leave, buy my own clothes was scary.

I tried to go to sleep, but the longer I lay there the more nervous I got. I slid my fingers to my cunt and gently stroked my clit. Master hadn't touched me sexually other than letting me please him this morning. A shiver went through me that maybe he was staying away because he was going to sell me, and that all those rules were just an illusion.

I didn't want to leave. It's nice here and he seems nice. I need to make him want me. I slipped out of my bed and out of my room. His door was closed and I wondered if he would punish me if I entered. But I needed to be near him. I slowly turned the knob and slipped inside his room. I knelt down and closed the door behind me and listened. He was facing away from me and didn't move. I could hear him snoring lightly.

I didn't know what to do now. Do I crawl in bed with him? Or lay down beside his bed? I finally crawled to the foot of his bed and lay down. I would be able to hear him if he got up and I would be there in case he wanted me. I smiled as I got comfortable laying on the hard floor. Well it wasn't that hard. Not as hard as the concrete floors I'd slept on before, or the wire cage floors when I was being punished.

I could smell him, his odor was in the air and I loved his scent. I knew I could pick him out blindfolded. I closed my eyes and drifted off.