My body laid heavy underneath of me, my skin burning from the touch of the bed sheets. A simple move makes my body cringe. The once satin sheets I loved so much have now become sandpaper underneath of me. The sun lightly shows through the bay window of my bedroom. Squinting I glance at it with one eye. I know that it will be the last day of my freedom. I stretch as much as my wounds will allow and silently devour back into the bed. My training has gone well, as I get ready for the rest of my life. I am sore but ready. I am unsure how long I have laid there but I seem to have fallen back to sleep. The annoying ring of the doorbell violently rips me out of slumber. I quickly rise out of bed and wrap my robe around my back. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I hurry down the steps. I open the door slowly to reveal a short, sort of odd looking man staring back at me. He is dressed in a brown outdated suit and black rimmed glasses.
"Miss naia I presume?" He says in a squeaky voice, much to fit his demeanor.
I hold back an arrogant smile and decide a simple nod will do
"My name is Kenneth and I belong to Miss Howard. The Howard's of Brooklyn. Sir James has sent for me to aid you in anything that is needed for the day." He looks up at me through the top of his wire glasses.
"Oh yes, Master told me he would be sending someone to help me move my things. Please come in." I glance over at him over as he walks in the doorway.
He looks around my now almost empty apartment and glances over at me.
"Must be nice to sleep in so late" He chuckles and continues. "Miss Joan never lets me sleep in past six; of course I am not sure I would know how to handle it if I did."
I smile and offer him a seat on the couch. He starts to sit on the floor the catches himself and continues to the couch. He is sitting perfectly tall and appropriate on the edge of the sofa.
"I am not allowed to sit on the furniture, so it is hard for me to break that habit when I am in free for the day." He explains.
"I understand there is much I need to learn and days to adjust." I clear my throat, suddenly straightening my back and crossing my ankles. Suddenly I feel the need to be prim and proper. It feels awkward all in one movement.
The room fills with silence as both Kenneth and I wait for the conversation to roll a little smoother.
"So, is there a lot you need help with?" He suddenly says to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Not really, I have some more clothes to pack, but most of the things Master will send for at a later date."
He looks at me confused.
"Sir is letting you wear clothes?"
"Oh no, Master is letting me pack them for times I need to run errands." I laugh and he nods back to me
The room is filled with silence once again, and all I can think about is my last day of sexual freedom. Master allowed me to masturbate all day if I wanted, as it would be my last day to be able to do it on my own. Now this strange looking man is sitting across from me, and I wonder if Master sent him over for the mere fact that I would not play. I chuckle silently to myself and look at the crotch of his pants. He is hard and I glance down to my robe that is now open to show my pussy. I smile and look at him. Glance to the floor I open my legs a little more to show more of my freshly shaved pussy. Trying not to let him know that I see he is looking at me, I throw my legs on the arm of the chair and my breast peeks through. He clears his throat and the silence remains a constant in the room.
"Master tells me you have served Miss Joan for about a year. How is it?"
"Miss Joan is wonderful, although I tend to get into trouble a lot, but we are working on that." He looks down to the floor and smiles.
"Well, listen I have the day free to do whatever I wish to do. And not to be so abrupt I really want to take as much time to masturbate as I can. I am sure you understand" I look up at him.
"Wow, well at least you are honest. A little odd to just blurt out, but I understand." He laughs "So please don't mind me"
I lay one leg on the back of the chair and my pussy suddenly opens. I softly run my fingers up and down my pussy lips, making sure not to invade in to quickly. My cunt opening twitches as it wants more and more with every stroke. I glance over at Kenneth on the couch and he is now reclined back and comfortable. He is not touching himself but has taken his glasses off and is watching my every move. I never take my eyes off of him as I slide a finger into my mouth making it wet. I suck on it as if I am giving it a blowjob. He wipes the sweat from him brow and clears his throat.
"I would give anything to play with that pussy right now, but Miss Joan will not let me I am sure."
I half heartedly smile at him and go about my business. My pussy is aching with wetness as I crave Master more and more. He knows just how to fuck me at times like this. Times like this I need to be fucked hard and deep. Treating me just like a whore. Knowing that all I want to do is get fucked. I am not attracted to Kenneth, but as he sits there with his hard cock peeking through the crotch of his pants all I can think about it jumping on and riding him hard. I feel his cock hit hard against the back of my pussy. I wonder what he cock looks like. What it tastes like. If I would take him in my mouth to suck him off, would he gag me? My thoughts wander as I bury my fingers deep into my pussy, holding it wide open with the other hand. He startles me when he speaks.
"Taste your fingers, please. Just once take your fingers out and taste yourself" His eyes beg to me
I take my fingers out and suckle them. Giving those head once again, he adjusts his now fully grown cock in his pants. I moan softly from my throat and watch him the whole time.
"Oh yes, my cunt tastes so good. They are so warm and salty, just waiting to cum."
"Oh yeah baby" is all that escapes his lips.
