I woke up when large hands turned me onto my knees, pushing my chest down onto the mattress. I rose my hips hurriedly, eager to recieve more of whatever my Master had to give. It was swift in coming, Master's large member thrusting into me roughly, and I moved back to meet it every time, even though my master had used me many times last night. He had been thorough in his preparation, and I suffered no ill effects.
This was what I had wanted, needed, and I was loving every minute of getting it. I had been penetrated by toys, but it was vastly different to the real thing. Toys did not pulsate with heat, did not provide the lovely sensation of skin rubbing against skin, did not fill you with warm seed when finished, and did not hug you afterwards. Yes, this was infinitely preferable.
I moaned and screamed, writhing as I was impaled on my master's flesh over and over again. The cock ring had not been replaced, and so I had to hold back my orgasm by will alone, which was easy, yet hard to do. On the one hand, this was something I had been trained to withstand, on the other, this was my *master* causing all these sensations inside of me. A master who looked like Apollo, the Greek God of the sun, and the fact that it was him inside me made me almost come just thinking about it. With one last thrust, my master came inside me in, his hot essence sliding around my passage, making me feel as if I were the most lucky slave in the entire world.
My master was so beautiful, and gentle and...still hard. I noticed this fact just as he pulled out and slammed back into me, hitting my sweet spot and making me scream in pleasure. "Do you know what you do to me Tanzanite?" He whispered into my ear. "I can't get enough of you! Seeing you lying next to me, that smirk on your sleeping face, drives me insane with need for you."
I smiled in satisfaction; a job well done. My purpose in life was to please my master, and it seemed that he was most pleased with the events so far. "You're so hot, so tight." I smirked evilly and contracted my muscles around his thick length. "Oh God," He moaned and came again, spilling his seed into my body once more. "You have been trained well, haven't you?" He whispered huskily in my ear.
"Yes Master." I replied, taking pride in the knowledge that I was the best slave The Jewel Factory had produced.
Master rolled to the side and clutched me against his chest, spooning around me. "Never leave this bed in the morning until I tell you to. I will be using your body often, and need you to be accessible. After I give you permission, you may begin your morning ritual. You will now tell me how long it will take, and which parts should not be interrupted unessesarily. "
"Master, my morning ritual will take 15 minutes, unless I am washing my hair, in which case it will take 35 minutes. My evening ritual, before I go to bed, will take 10 minutes. There is not really any point in my routine that will be ruined by an interruption, but when I am in the middle of washing my face, or brushing my teeth, for example, I may not be able to complete other orders without finishing first. The products I need to complete both these things should have arrived late last night or early this morning. Things like my shampoo, and my soap, which have been specially chosen to complement my natural smell, and make me that more appealing." I shot a saucy grin over my shoulder and saw the amusement in my Master's eyes.
"What if I don't like it?" He asked me, his husky voice shooting straight to my unrelieved arousel.
"I do not presume to know what you will like, Master, but the scents have been chosen to coordinate with my pheremones, and actually have some synthetic pheremones in them, so that you will find me more desirable. I am wearing them now, if you would like a practical demonstration. " I felt my master sniff me, and smiled as I felt his groin twitch slightly against my behind.
"You are right, this is a superb scent on you. Like the smell of the electricity in the air, just before the lightning strikes, in the middle of a Brazillian rainforest, with the heady aroma of all things wild rising around it, and a touch of-" *sniff* "-musk. So many things are communicated by it, yet it is such a light, subtle scent. Incredible."
In truth, the scent was made strong and potent, then watered down until it was suitable for it's purposes. Every slave got their own scent, different designers working on them. The worth of the slave was directly proportional to the skill of the designer. After all, in this day and age, their rarety made perfume designers very expensive artists.
My scent had been handled by the best, and had taken over 6 months to create, with numerous tests and trial runs. Finally, they had hit upon the perfect match for me, and I could now walk down the street and be assured that heads would turn my way. Not that they didn't before, but now, they did so with a little more speed. It was my task to please my master, and to do so, I must be the most beautiful I could be, and that would be measured in not only my master's eyes, but the eyes of society as well. By making myself more desirable to others, I would make myself more desirable to my master. After all, a possession that other's want is doubly valued by the one who has the possession.
"Call the staff and have them bring the box up. Also, tell them they may clean the room while we are showering. What time is the tailor scheduled to be here?"
"I made the appointment for one."
"Good. Flip through my personal organizer to the note pad at the back. Start a list, title; things to buy for Duo."
I did as he asked, picking up the large, leather bound binder from the floor where I had left it, and flipping through it, grabbing the fountain pen I found there. I wrote on the pad, 'Things to buy for Duo', and looked at my master expectantly.
"Mobile phone. Subheading; Clothes, underneath; business, casual, and formal. Business and formal we will probably be able to take care of this afternoon. Casual may be a bit more of a problem. Casual pants - yes, jeans and such - no. Next to casual, write 'in city'. We'll have to get them when I get back to work next week." Master leaned back on the bed and looked thoughtful. I stood there and waited patiently, completely comfortable in my nakedness.
"I presume you have a tracking system in your collar?" I nodded. "Would you prefer to have an electronic organiser to organise my things?"
I thought about that for a moment; easier to carry, store information in, and less conspicuous. Also, I could put a few more layers of security on it and back the information up on Master's personal computer in just a few minutes, informing him of all changes to his schedule almost instantaneously. "Yes master, I believe that would be the best option."
He nodded. "That is all for now. Begin your morning routine." I nodded, and began by leaning over the bedside table once more, placing the organiser on it and pressing the microphone button.