Time to serve

The rest of the school day seemed to go on forever. I didn’t have any other classes with my new Master, and now that I had been recruited to His harem, my attention did not go into the work we were doing at all. After what felt like an eternity, the final bell sounded, and I rose faster than any student in the room, darting out the door and towards the parking lot where the bus would be.

Like clockwork, my phone buzzed, and I saw the notification from a foreign number that I knew had to be Master’s. It simply said: “180 Cherry Road. Don’t be late.”

I was suddenly gripped by stress. What did He mean, “late”? Master hadn’t mentioned a specific time to be there, had He? And what if I WAS late? Would He punish me for my insolence? I only wanted to please my Master, not anger Him!

I punched the address into Apple Maps, and sighed with relief that His house wasn’t too far from one of the bus stops. I seriously doubted I would be coming home tonight, but once Mom hears the reason for it, I’m sure she’ll understand.

The drive there was an eternity on its own, and I noticed that unlike most days the bus was sparsely crowded. In fact, there was nobody else riding except for two girls sitting a few rows ahead of me, side by side, chattering nonstop. I popped my head up to try and catch a little of what they were saying, but before I could, we screeched to a halt, and I realized we were on the street where Master lived!

The girls took off running, flying towards the end of the block at the house where I was sure the Master was. As I ran behind them, trying my hardest to catch up, it occurred to me that they were a part of the lucky few chosen to serve Master personally; I didn’t know either one.

They vanished inside and shut His front door behind them as I stood, hands on my knees, gasping for air outside it (I was thick, and not exactly the star of the school's track team). I tugged at the doorknob to no avail, then knocked, then rang the doorbell.

Nothing.

I began to get really worried, confused, wondering why the Man — no, the GOD — who had enjoyed my services just this morning was leaving me out here, like this. I was about to scan the perimeter and look for another way in, when I heard what sounded like footsteps approaching. The door swung open, and there, in all her nude glory, was a girl about as tall as me, but way more muscly. She was blonde, and had piercing blue eyes and fat tits that competed for my attention.

“You’re late,” she said, a smirk growing on her lips. “Master will have to reprimand you for that.”

“I’m so sorry, I-”

“Silence,” she commanded, and my mouth snapped shut. She may have been a stranger, but judging by how she spoke, I guessed that her and Master had a history. After all, why else would she have this sudden authority over me?

“Follow me.” The girl turned on her heel and marched towards the hallway, making a sharp right into a bedroom. Her ass, pale and well-toned from years of exercise, jiggled when she moved. I trailed behind her, hesitantly, bracing myself for what was coming.

Nothing could have prepared me for what came next.