I go downstairs to get her a drink

I decide to get her some water quickly before she wakes up, I want her to take it slow when she wakes up, I don’t know how successful it will have been or how quickly the changes will become obvious.

I start filling the glass under the tap but hear light footsteps behind me. I turn the tap off and turn around, to see her walking towards me with a far away look in her eyes. Oh, and she’s completely naked. She was in pyjamas when I left so she clearly did this herself. Wow. I take a breath to try and gain some composure.

“W-why are you naked?” I ask, trying not to seem to nervous.

“Hm? Oh. Clothes just feel so- um- what’s the word? Ugh. I don’t like them. You don’t mind right? Thought you liked my body?” She pouts and steps closer to me, resting her arms on my shoulders and pouting at me with an almost innocent look on her face.

“I do! I love your body! Y-you can be naked as much as you want! I- er was just wondering!” She giggles at me. “D-do you want me to take my clothes off?” I ask not really knowing what I’m doing.

She shakes her head no, “I like it this way, reminds me I’m just your slut.” She says casually, like it’s normal, and presses her lips to mine quickly. “Want me to suck you off?” She asks again, casually.

“Um, I-I’d love that but could we talk first?” She looks at me confused.

“You know I’m not good for anything but fucking, too ditzy to talk.” She says with a giggle.

“I-I know, the talk is about fucking!” I try to say enthusiastically. This makes her perk up and nod. I lead her to our sofa and invite her to sit down after me, she immediately climbs into my lap and starts grinding down on me with her hips. I immediately grow hard.

I would try to stop her but it feels so good and it’s been so long. “Soo, what are we talking about.” She says innocently, not stopping the movements in her hips.

I groan a little before trying to speak. “W-want to talk about this you being my slut thing.” She stops her movements at that.

“What’s there to talk about? You don’t want me anymore? I can be prettier! I can do more! Tell me what you want!” She starts clinging to my shirt.

“No no! There’s nothing wrong! I definitely want you as my slut!” I insist. “I just want to know what you’re understanding of this…arrangement is.” She looks at me confused.

“Arrangement? What’s that?”

“Um, I mean like, what are the rules of you being my slut? What kind of relationship do we have?” I try to explain.

“Ohhhh. I see. Well it’s very simple really, has to be so I can understand it.” She giggles absently. “I’m your slut! You own me, you can do whatever you want to me, anything at all! And I have to obey! My only purpose is to bring you pleasure,” she giggles again, “I’m too dumb to do anything else anyway!” She says all this with complete enthusiasm.

“A-and you like this?”

She nods yes, “Mhm! Don’t think of anything but pleasuring you. Just want you to own me and never have to think.” I nod, satisfied that it’s worked. She screams a little with joy and starts grinding down on me again, this time kissing my neck with joy. It doesn’t take me long to cum, it’s been a long time since I got any action.

As soon as I cum she kneels down on the floor, and pulls my trousers down, delighted to find that my boxers are soiled with cum. She sets to work cleaning the mess up with her tongue, which makes me hard all over again. She doesn’t seem to need much instruction, clearly an expert on sex now. She has such a far away look in her eyes, wish a dazed smile on her face. Like she’s thinking of nothing but me and my cock.

I can’t wait to explore how far this goes