Rude Awakening

The night is uneventful, and I manage to somehow remain still as a board the whole night. I've found myself being awakened abruptly when he solidly plants his feet on my back. I gasp, surprised at the sudden wake-up call. I gasp even louder as he presses that same feat down a bit, pressing on my back, pressing me into the carpet. He speaks in what has become his regular, almost normal, confident tone. I almost laughed then, remember it was not long ago he was so nervous in the lift. Oh, how our lives can change.

He speaks louder than normal, as though believing the high-end sound of his voice was necessary to walk me up. Well, it might have been, if he wasn't jamming his feet into my back. "You're awake, slut? Good. I slept well, though next time you should massage my feet first. I could have had a cramp. You hear me?" I nodded my head, before realizing he may not see the reaction. Rather than wiping my eyes, I call out, "Yes, Master. I will massage your feet next time, master!"

I felt the pressure on my back grow slightly, as he pressed my body hard against the short carpet. I felt my breath pushed out of my lungs, and for several seconds I found it hard to breathe. Finally, he relented, and I felt myself take a deep breath. "Good to hear it! But first, get me something to eat, slut! It's been a long night, and I need my sustenance."

"Yes, Master!" I say, moving as soon as his feet are no longer pushing me into the carpet. I feel sore in odd places of my body but know better than to complain. I make my way out to quickly make him something to eat. I make myself something quick too while I'm at it, and place the dirty dishes in the washing machine, turning it on. I place his food on a try and quickly make my way back to, what has now become my master's bedroom. "Hurry, Up slut! You know better than to keep me waiting!"

I look at Nick ...I mean my new Master, in the face, a smile forming on my face as I rush into the room, "Yes, Of course, master! I have it right here, Master!" I notice he's sitting up now, so I put the tray upon him while making sure its feet are down. "Good, slut! Wait by my side, should I need anything, while I eat." "Of course, master!", I reply a large smile plastered on my face. I watch as he eats. From the toast to the eggs, juice, and the rest, he seems to enjoy himself.

For my part, I remain quiet, gazing happily at him, sometimes bouncing my breasts for him, as I make myself as alluring and happy in appearance as possible. I gaze at him lonely, my eggs sometimes looking down further than the tray, and its legs holding it up over his chest. I hold my hands before my waist, my arms pressing upward upon my bosom, making its large ... tracks of land, shall we say, all the more obvious. I speak not a word as he eats, waiting for my master's next command.