And you take care of your slaves

Her bright blue eyes widen as your lips touch hers, but doesn't pull away and merely closes her eyelids. Your tongue snakes its way to her lips, but you get slightly frustrated when her lips remain steadfastly closed. You separate, but snake your arm around her waist while your other hand makes its way to hold the back of her head.

"Have you never kissed before?" You ask her, and she shakes her head.

"No master," she replies, "mother says to save my first kiss for my husband."

You're a little dumb struck by that, as you were under the impression that kind of conservative thinking had died out a long time ago.

"You took my first kiss," she continues on, a furious blush spreading all over her face, "and other firsts as well..."

"You will never have a husband, Jennifer," you say to her unequivocally, "because you are already mine."

You let her go and open the door to your house, step inside, and look back to her staring at you. She seems a little taken aback by what you said, as if only now realizing what she could expect from having you as her master. Well, you think, it's time to show her the benefits of being my **** too.

"Jennifer," you call, "come inside, let's find you something to eat."

She hesitates, but the thought of food makes her shuffle forward as fast as her shackled feet can take her. She stumbles over the threshold and you catch her in your arms, your clothes becoming more damp as her rain drenched body collides with yours. She smiles sheepishly at having stumbled and mumbles an apology. You close the door as you take her in.

"A little clumsy," you chide lightheartedly, "maybe I should remove your cuffs?"

She almost nods, but freezes halfway and appears to have thought of something.

"If you think it best," she answers meekly, "master."

You're touched that she had the presence of mind to show her submission, and you pat her head in appreciation.

"You're a good girl Jennifer," you praise her, "and I do think it best. I don't want you to have any more problems."

With that said, you turn her around and unlock the cuffs binding her hands. You turn her again to face you and you make a point to slide your hand over her shoulder and down her arm, then wiping your wet hand on your shirt.

"I'll need to get a towel to dry you off," you take her hand and place the key on it, "here, free yourself, walk to the back and into the kitchen and wait for me there while I go upstairs and find one."

With that said you leave her to her own devices. It's a small gesture on your part to let her have some measure of autonomy, even if it's ultimately an empty one. You quickly grab a bath towel, and thinking on her complete nudity, decide to take one of your bath robes for her to be warm in as well. Returning downstairs you make your way to the kitchen to find her hunched over the fridge looking for food, the cuffs and key on the kitchen counter. You set the robe down on the table and cough to get her attention and she hops with fright as she faces you.

"I'm sorry," she says, walking up to you and stopping at arm's length, "I know you said to wait but I was hungry and-"

"Shh," you interrupt her, putting your finger over her lips, "I understand completely. Now, give me your hand and I'll get to drying you off."

With that, you take her hand and start running the towel gently over her skin, taking your time making sure her arm is dry then following it up with a firmer hold and massaging her muscles as well, you do the same with her other arm before continuing on with the rest of her. You're not interested in getting her dry so much as making her feel better, and she makes a small whimper as you move behind her to continue on with drying and massaging her shoulders and upper back. Her breathing stops as you move around and start massaging her breasts with the towel, moving your hands all the way up to her collarbone and neck then going back down to her chest and all the way to the underside of her breasts.

"Master," she finally manages to breathe out, "I can do the front myself."

"I'm enjoying this," you say, but you relent and hand her the towel, "but you're right, you should get dry first before we have more fun."

She mumbles a thank you and gets to work, and you head to the fridge to find something to eat. You notice some leftover baked macaroni you took home from an office party the other day and take it out to place it on the microwave. You look back at her while waiting and see she's done with drying her body and is in the middle of drying her hair. You move to get the robe and motion her to come closer, which she does promptly, and you put it on her tying the robe closed.

"There," you say, "you should be all nice and warm now. I hope you don't mind eating some leftover baked mac, it'll be ready shortly."

"Thank you," she replies, looking up at you with emotion, "I'm sure it'll be lovely."

As if on cue, the microwave announces itself with a loud ding and you nod your head for her to go ahead and help herself. She sits down on the stool next to her and wolfs down on the food, and you lean on the counter right next to her, watching her eat.

"How long has it been since you last ate?" You ask, staring at her go through the entire plate in no time at all. "Do you still want some more?"

"A long time, master," she answers sheepishly, "I'm full now, thank you."

"It must have been a long time since you felt full, eh?"

"Yes," she responds simply, "again, thank you."

You place an arm across her shoulders and give her a sideways hug, and she returns the hug. She seems to enjoy it, and rests her head on you.

"As long as you're here," you softly declare, "you won't go hungry again."

She closes her eyes and nods.

"As long as you're mine."

"Yes, my master."