Slavery

Day 16

The next night I served Sir Sushi. Once he was watching T.V. and eating his dinner I went to heat up my leftovers. Once I had my plate, I thought about going to the couch, but tonight I really felt a pulling closeness to Sir so I went over to him. There were no other seats by the TV and Sir could hardly be asked to move so the best thing for me to do was set my plate down and eat on the floor. I felt strangely good eating on the floor. No, it wasn’t the act of eating that was it, it was just the being on the floor.

Every now and again I looked up at Sir, and that really gave the game away. That was why I loved it so much. I have to look up at Sir. Even when he’s just sitting and eating Sir is towering and important, while I’m small and insignificant. Just the knowledge that I could sit on the couch or at the table, but I choose not to because furniture is for Sir’s use. Fuck! Sitting on the floor is so sexy! I should sit on the floor more often!

After we both finished I took our dishes and washed them out, and returned to the floor at Sir’s side. When the anime was over he moved to get up but I stopped him.

“Hold on Sir! Since you’re already sitting down, let’s just do the handjob right here.” I didn’t want Sir to move for my convenience if it could be avoided. Plus, the thought of sitting next to him on the couch? Eeeewwwww! I would be much more comfortable servicing him from the floor.

I gave him his usual treatment but things ended differently this time. My position had me rubbing him with his tip pointed at me and when he came his cum splashed all over my face! Some of his cum managed to seep into my mouth And -Oh, oh my. It tastes better than I thought it would. It was tangy, but kind of sweet. I slid my finger over my face and took a lick of the nectar. Mmmmmmm. Sir’s cum tastes like candy. I scooped up as much cum as I could get off my face and lapped it up like a kitten.

“Ahem, girl. Don’t you want your turn.?” Sir stood up, causing me to crane my neck from my position on my knees. Oooohhhhhh, In all my excitement I almost forgot about my nightly cum. I arched my back and presented my pussy to Sir. He used his big toe to press my orgasm button and I collapsed on the floor. Sir bridal carried me to bed and tucked me in. As the night went on though, I found that I kept on tossing and turning in bed. I just couldn’t get comfortable tonight for some reason. My thrashing got more and more intense until I eventually tossed and turned my way straight off my mattress and slammed onto the floor. It hurt for only a brief moment until I suddenly realized how much more comfortable it was down here compared to my bed. I curled up with my blankets and was asleep in minutes, my final waking moments were spent contemplating how to get more of Sir’s delicious cum in my mouth.

Day 17

After arriving home from work the next day I was doing one of two things. If I wasn’t cooking my and Sir’s Pasta dinner wearing nothing but an apron, then I was filing paperwork at my workstation, papers scattered amongst the floor. If I learned one thing last night, it’s that the only thing that makes me more comfortable at home than shucking off my clothes is increasing my proximity to the floor. God, is there anything better than crawling around your own home? Seeing furniture but never using it because you know it’s for your superior’s use only.

Sir’s special knock rang from the door. We had invented a special knock to indicate his visits because most people simply wouldn’t understand if I answered the door naked. I crawled over, reached up to grab the doorknob and swung it open. The wonderous sight of Sir looking down at e made my pussy purr. Oh god, I was wrong. There are things that feel better than crawling in your own home. Like craning your neck to look up at your Sir, or knowing that soon, your action will have satisfied his physical needs for food and sex.

After having crawled to the kitchen I allow myself to walk on two feet just long enough to deliver our Pasta dinners to Sir’s special chair. I hate walking at home. It feels so uncomfortable here in a way it doesn’t outside. I feel like my legs are going wobble and collapse from the sheer wrongness of the action. I relish the opportunity to kneel and put my plate n the floor. It’s always more natural for a girl to be on her knees.

“Girl, give me the remote.” Sir ordered. And I noticed it was still sitting by the T.V. I crawled over to pick it up, but the I realized something. If I picked it up with my hand it would bang against the floor as I crawled back over. That could damage the remote, and interfere with Sir’s relaxation! But what else can I do? Do I really want to, oh god, stand up, just to carry one object? I shuddered at the thought.

But then I had an amazing idea. My hands may always be on the floor, but my face wasn’t! If the remote stayed in between my teeth it could easily make the journey in safe condition. I’m so glad I’m smart enough to serve Sir. I lean my face down and picked up the remote with my teeth, crawled back and offered it to Sir.

“Good Girl” He took the remote from my mouth and patted my head. I flushed with joy. I used to love being called a good girl because good girls got orgasms. But now I know being a good girl is its own reward.

I turned over to my plate only to find that while Sir of course had a fork to eat his pasta I had accidentally forgotten to give myself such silverware. I could have crawled back over to the kitchen, but instead I had another wicked little idea, and I was already on my hands and knees. So, instead of shifting my position is sit on my ass, I just dipped my head down and started slurping and chewing my spaghetti directly off my plate. Mmmmm. Merely the fact that I wasn’t using my hands to eat my meal made it even more delicious. When I was done slurping up the last of my noodles, I was still hungry for more so I started licking the sauce off my plate. I couldn’t get enough of it, lapping it up like a puppy.

Oh. It was the I realized it wasn’t just the food that was fulfilling, it was the method. When I mentally compared myself to a puppy a tingle went down my spine and straight into my clit, and that just made me lap it up even faster. God. I never knew that just eating could be a sexual thing for me. But if I could eat like this, I’ll be anticipating the sexual thrill of every meal. I can’t believe what a horny girl I am, I’m so lucky I have Sir to reign me in.

Soon after Sir finished his dinner as well. He handed me his plate and I had a whole new source of sauce to lick. I was in pure glee! I was dragging my tongue across SIR’S plate. Licking up SIR’S sauce. And OH FUCK when I thought about the innuendo of licking up “Sir’s sauce”. Wow. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my thighs together while I licked. I feel like I could cum right here if I tried, but I pulled back. Good Girls always make Sir cum first. I giggled at the pun as I finished Sir’s sauce.

It was time for Sir’s nightly handjob. I stroked and teased him until I saw that tiny little droplet of precum on his tip. Lost in the memory of the delicious nectar from last night I just couldn’t help myself. I dragged my tongue across his tip. One lick turned to another, then another. Small licks of the tip evolved to long licks of the shaft. The next thing I knew bobbing up and down on his dick savoring the taste of his manhood.

My servicing must have been especially good tonight because I gave Sir his biggest orgasm yet. His filled my mouth with so much seed, so fast. I wasn’t ready and a good deal of it spilled from my lips to the floor.

I couldn’t let Sir’s delicious semen go to waste, without a moment’s hesitation I dove face first to the floor. I licked and hardwood floor and slurped up any puddles I could find. It was all worth it to get Sir’s delicious cum. While I was licking the floor Sir came up behind me and inserted his fingers into my pussy. The raw pleasure was the only thing that could have distracted me in that moment. I came a wonderful orgasm and then collapsed onto the floor, cum still spilling out of my cunt. That was the last thing I remember before losing consciousness right in my living room.

Day 18

By the time I woke up I would find my self in exact same spot in the exact position. Sir must have paid me no mind and left me in that prone position. For some reason, that was just fine with me. Deciding not to get on my feet just yet today, I decided to crawl around a bit.

I crawled into my bedroom to check the time on my alarm clock to find Sir sleeping in my bed. He must’ve decided to spend the night last night. It was any Sir’s right to use the home of his girl as he saw fit. I don’t even use the bed anymore, so it was no big loss. I much prefer the floor these days.

I crawled up into the bed to snuggle with him, only to find he had a boner poking up through the opening in his boxers. One look at his erect meatstick and I was mesmerized. I had a lengthy, tonguey kiss with the frenulum eliciting a moan from my sleeping sir. In doing I pushed my nose up against the shaft. Basking in the divine scent of his cock I was able to moan in unison with him.

I lathered his dick with luscious licks before swallowing his member whole. Smoothly and sensually sliding up and down his cock.

When he finally exploded in orgasm, I gulped the whole load down. The feeling of him ejaculating down my throat made my pussy feel like it was being caressed by the world’s most skilled lover. I spent the next few minute nuzzling his crotch like a kitten while rubbing my thighs together, hoping and praying that soon Sir would wake up and tell me to cum.

When he did finally get up, he told me to get off the bed, we something to discuss. I slinked off the bed and onto my hands and knees then sat on my legs looking up at him.

“You could sit in a chair if you want.” Sir said.

“Thank you Sir, but I prefer the floor.” Besides, It didn’t feel right to sit on Sir’s furniture. Even though I know that since I bought it, everything in the apartment is, in theory, “my” things, that just felt wrong. They were Sir’s things, and as the girl, I knew my place.

“Don’t you want to at least sit more comfortably?”

“Hehehe” I couldn’t help but giggle a little. “I’m always most comfortable on my knees Sir.” I said matter of factly. I know a girl shouldn’t laugh at her Sir, but he could just be so silly sometimes. He gave me a smirk because I knew he wouldn’t mind.

“Sae,” he began, and I did a quick double take because I had to remember the my nae is Sae and not girl, “I don’t think I can be called your Sir anymore.” I had a mini heart attack. “That is to say, Sir isn’t the right word for what I am to you.”

“Forgive me, Si- Forgive A-A-“ What was his name again? He’s just been Sir for so long.” A-Akira. You keep my house in order. You keep me productive. You regulate my orgasms. What else would you be.”

“Sae, last night I slept in your bed while you slept on the floor. You woke me up with a blowjob this morning. I can tell just by looking at you that you’re horny as hell, but you don’t masturbate because I Haven’t told you you can. So instead, you kneel in front of me, completely naked, while I dictate terms to you. These are the actions not of a girl, or even a woman. But of a sex ****.”

Sex ****. The words shouldn’t have been appealing to me. The sex aside, I never saw myself as a ****. Slaves work for no compensation. I am regularly compensated by the spiritual fulfillment I get from knowing Sir is dictating my life. That and the physical fulfillment of the amazing orgasms he lets me experience. I can’t be used for sex without compensation. Sex is my compensation.

And yet when he called me that. I knew, deep down in my very core, that no two words could ever encompass my existence to a greater degree.

Sex. I live for orgasms. ****. I live for obedience. For the first time in my life, my soul felt free. It was the feeling of knowing exactly who I am. My name in Sae Nijima and I am a Sex ****.

Sex **** don’t have Sirs, Sae.” Akira continued, “Sex Slaves have Masters”

Master. Of course. I was so foolish to ever be content with knowing him as Sir. For what other moniker could ever encompass the glory of one such as he? Other than Master of my entire being.

“Slaves are owned.” He reaches down into his bag next to the bed and pulls something out. “**** accessorize to symbolize their ownership. Slaves are collared.” It was a collar. Not just some dog collar you buy as a pet shop. It was a **** collar. The fancy kind they use at BDSM clubs. I pull up my hair so Master can wrap it around my neck and lock it into place. He attached the leash and used it to oull me up till I was standing.

I expected it to be tight, but it was more like . . . snug. Like my neck was always meant to be wrapped in leather and led around. The squeezing of the collar felt like a warm hug. The tug of the leash felt like a trusted friend guiding me by the hand. “Thank you, Master,” I said. The word felt perfect on my lips

On my feet, I looked down at Master. Having spent so much of the last few days kneeling I only just now remembered, I’ve always been taller than Master.”

“Master, I’m taller than you. It feels wro-” Master stuck his hand in my pussy, my eyes fluttered closed and I wasn’t capable of speech anymore.

“Slut, our height difference is miniscule compared to the difference in the size of our wills. My will will always tower over yours, and that why you will always obey.”

Master is right. Size, age, position. It all means nothing. He can make do whatever he says, and that’s real power. I could feel my orgasm just over the horizon before he moved his digits from my lower to my upper fuckhole.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” His fingers were coated in my own arousal, and my tongue embraced them like they were candy. I moaned while he used his free hand to play with my nipples.

“God, feel how hard you are. Taste how wet you are.” He pulled his hand back and my tongue followed it out, licking the air with his finger just out of reach. “Two and a half weeks. That’s all it took to turn you int my meek, dripping, and receptive slavegirl,” both his hands were kneading my tits now.

He’s right. It’s hard to believe that three months ago, I never would have let him call me a slut, or see me naked, or fingerfuck me and feed my own juices. But those things are as essential to the sex **** experience as the collar and leash. I don’t want to live without Master Humiliating and embracing me. It just goes to show you how quickly you can find your calling and totally change the direction of your life for the better!

His hands caressed their ay back to the leash and pulled back down to my knees where he ordered me to worship his feet. He pointed up his toes so I could lavish kissed upon them.

“When I decide you’re done down there, you’re calling in sick today. Every moment you aren’t cleaning this place of cooking my food, you’re serving at my pleasure.”

“Yes Master.” I said sultrily. He lifted his foot so I could lick his soles and I continued to enjoy my first day of slavery.