The Domestic Slave

This is just part one of a series I am planning to do. If you like it, feel free to like and comment!

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The Domestic Slave.

I wake up to a strange, yet familiar sensation. A sensation of wet lips around my hard,

morning wood, and soft, blonde hair draped over my thighs. I lift my head slightly and open a

single eye, to see her. She looks beautiful, the morning sun coming through the cracked curtains

and illuminating her small, pale face. I reach down and gently cup her cheek, while moving her

long, blonde hair out of her face. “Good little toy,” I say with a smile as I glance at the clock in

the wall to see it is exactly 7:00 am. She raises her eyes, and locks them with mine. “Thank you,

Sir.”, she says happily in her small, barely audible voice. “Now go get me my clothes for today,”

I order in a soft, yet firm tone. I slowly sit up in my king-sized bed, as my domestic slave quickly

hops off the bed. Her firm, plump ass sways as she gets to the closet and pulls out the clothes she

laid out for me the night before.

“Khakis and a dress shirt, eh?” think to myself, while pulling myself out of bed. “She sure knows

what I like.” I stand by the bed as she brings me my clothes, my cock beginning to go flaccid,

but still covered in her saliva. “Good girl. Now go start breakfast,” I say as I grab my clothes and

begin to put them on. “Yes Sir!” she says excitedly with a giggle before skipping out of the

room. I glance once more at her perfect bottom, while my cock begins to stiffen once again. I

shake my head and begin to slowly put on my clothes, giving her plenty of time to cook some

breakfast.