The next morning

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. I rolled over and there she was, naked on her knees, holding a piping hot cup of coffee. I couldn't help but smile. I reached out and took the cup. "Thank you ****." I said and saw her face beam.

"I have your shower ready Master, and breakfast will be done as soon as you get out." She gushed her face glowing.

I think I'm starting to figure this Master thing out. Carrie needed structure, she wanted to be owned. But there was something else about her now. I think it was she wasn't being **** to serve, but doing it because she wanted to. For now that will have to do. Breaking her training would take time, I just hoped I was the man to fix her. I wasn't sure if I could, but I knew that I wanted to try.

I smiled and stood and headed for the bathroom. "Get me out a pair of pants and shirt, and I want my eggs over easy." I said and closed the bathroom door behind me, my cock leading the way. I chuckled as I tried to think the last time I was so hard so often. Damn I could get used to this.

The rest of the morning went well. I showered, dressed and ate breakfast. As I was heading for the door, Carrie was kneeling, still naked, her head bowed. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and opened the door. Just as I was leaving, she squeaked, "Master, what do I do?"

I stopped and looked at her. I didn't know what to say. The apartment was immaculate, my laundry was done, and I didn't really have anything to keep her busy. I finally walked over to my computer and turned it on.

"I want you to relax today. Surf the net and see if you can find some clothes you like." I said and walked out the door. I knew it wasn't enough but that was all I could think of. As I headed out to my car, I knew I needed help.