Claire had been in the master’s house for almost a year. She was the best slave now, she’d managed outdo the twins, Susanna and Stella. This had proven to be quite difficult, for Susanna was very good at making the master cum, and quickly.

The Master had given Claire a new collar, it was baby pink like the old one, but it had her name on it. She loved her new collar, she thanked the master everyday for it. And he’d say ‘It you really want to thank me, you’ll take care of this.” And he’d unbutton his pants, she’d undo the zipper and suck him off.

She had her own bedroom now too, though this was really nothing special because so did Susanna and Stella. It was decorated in all pink furnishings the same color as her collar.

***

Today was the anniversary of Claire’s year stay at the master‘s house. Susanna told Claire this was the only celebration she’d get until she was here for five years. Susanna and Stella had been here for two years almost.

Claire woke up wet for the fourth time this week. She’d been dreaming up different scenarios for what the Master would let her do. Susanna told her that when her and Stella had been there for a year, he took them out for the day as if it was their birthday when they’d finished eating out he ate them out. He let them cum without permission. This was a very big deal.

She glanced at her clock, it was not long after ten.

Claire ran her hand down her stomach to her pussy to see how wet it was- her hand nearly drowned, though she knew she hadn’t had an orgasm while she slept. She put a finger in her hole, surprised that it had remained so tight when she was having some form of penetrative sex at least once every two days or so.

Her door swung open and the Master entered, Claire immediately stood up- she and the other girls never wore clothes. She tits bounced and the Master, without word, stood behind her, massaging her chest. She moaned gently as he pressed his jeans-covered erection into her bare ass.

“Today is your day, Claire,” he whispered in her ear, nibbling it.

Claire gasped, he’d never used her name before.

“Susanna and Stella will not be around today. It’s all about you today.” he pinched her nipples and twisted them a bit, she ground her waist against his bulge.

“Oh, not quite yet, my dear,” he said. The Master’s voice had a loving tone in it today, as if she was his wife, not his slave. “I’m saving that for later.”

The hand on her right breast moved slowly down her body, making her quiver. His other hand began kneading her left breast and she felt that, with a little more of this teasing, she might cum.

His right hand finally reached it’s destination: her sloppy wet pussy.

“What’ve you been thinking about, you naughty girl?” he asked, his voice was seductive. “Having dirty dreams, are we? What’re they about?”

Claire blushed, her pussy contracted with sexual tension, she wanted to cum so badly. “You,” she whispered, leaning her head back on his shoulder and kissing his neck. At the moment, Claire felt like they were lovers, not master and slave, but true lovers.

“Mmmm,” he moaned as her lips blindfold kissed his throat. He started pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“Oh, faster!’ she moaned. “Harder! Please!”

He grabbed her waist and moved her to the bed, laying her down while three of his fingers explored her hole like it was the first time. His left hand had let go of her breast, instead it was busy with her clit, teasing it wonderfully. She moved her hands to her chest, pulling and pinching her nipples wildly. Her started kissing up her body, starting at her belly button and moving up to her breasts. When his lips started grazing on her nipples she lost it.

Her pussy tightened around his fingers, which were still moving at amazing speed in and out of her. “Oh, Master!’ she cried, waves of orgasmic bliss rolling over her.

Before she’d even finished coating his fingers with her juices, she was shifting so she was on her knees on the bed, since he was leaning over a bit they were eye level. She pulled him into a hot wet kiss. She knew at that moment that she loved this man that had kidnapped her a year ago.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, without breaking the kiss, her grabbed her waist and picked her up. He carried her downstairs to the kitchen and laid her on the counter.

“Guess what’s for breakfast?” he said, smiling devilishly.

Claire squirmed, her pussy was dripping and she wanted more of his love.