Eggs and bacon frying on the stovetop, the smell invaded the rooms like the S.W.A.T team on terrorist. Coffee brewed, and was poured like black silk into a thick black ceramic mug. Hot chocolate was already sitting in the dining room in a matching mug on the deep blue placemat making the mahogany table stand out. White plates adorned with blue flowers sat clean and ready for breakfast on the two places, which was gently placed from the old fashioned frying pan to them.
Chloe danced around the kitchen to music on the radio, making everything perfect for when her Master woke up. She cleaned her dirty dishes, just like the little house wife she is. It's only been about 6 months now; the 23-y-o married her Master, her best friend, her husband after dating and being his slave for 4 years. The kitchen was spotless, sparking clean. Perfect. Breakfast steamed in the dining room, waiting its party to indulge.
Chloe ran to her room, Damien had redecorated last month. The walls were neon green now, black and green princess bed set. The toy chest was replaced with a larger one, the top still sheeted with plastic. She had a vanity armoire now. Enough to hold panties and bras. On top was make up of sorts, a straightener was cooling off. She sat on the stool and brushed her thick black hair, now down to her mid-back. The three separate sections showed off a young girl, painting her eyes with black eyeliner, and red lipstick covered her heart shaped pout. Her delicate fingers cleaning the corners of her mouth from the excess. Black nails ran through her now pin straight mane. Pale tender feet padded across the black plush rug to her closet. What to wear, what to wear, she thought to herself. On the left of the closet were baby doll dresses, nightgowns, and little girl clothes big enough to cover her cute little ass and not much more. On the right were formal dresses, slutty clothes. She hadn't worn a pair of jeans in more than 3 years now. Her double zero waist was small enough to fit into small girl clothing, which more than not, people tend to think she is.
The choice was made. A baby doll dress that was tight against her larger breasts and poofed out into a slack tutu on the bottom. A large bow tied in around the small of her back and billowed down to the back of her knees. She put in a green ribbon into her hair, and black, shiny mary janes. No bra, no panties, just like Master wanted it when they were home together. She wanted to look as perfect as the breakfast she was going to surprise Damien with. He would wake up at 10am. It was 9:45am now. Chloe watched her alarm clock by her bed. 9:50. She made sure everything was absolutely ok then closed her door and ran down the hall to Damien's bedroom.
Snoring away, Damien tossed over, mumbling in his sleep about work he didn't finish yet. Chloe crept in quietly and took position by his bed. On her knees, hands behind her back, eyes down, and legs spread. Damien's alarm radio started talking about the news and a strong tattooed arm smacked the off button, nearly smacking the little machine clear off the glass side table. Chloe giggled to herself. Damien smirked, feeling her presence and smiling at her sweet giggle. He rolled over, the thick black down comforter rolled off his chiseled 25-y-o body. His chest and arms were inked with intricate tribal markings trailing across his shoulder blades, each arm and doubling back down his left side. Chloe wanted to trace them down to his eight pack abs, with her tongue. Damien smiled pure white, his bright blue eyes sparking at the girl by his bedside. Chloe wanted to look up at him, but knew it was against the rules.
"C'mere cutie", Damien grabbed her upper arms and threw her across his body. He laid gentle kisses along her forehead, down her cheeks, trailing down her slender alabaster neck and sucking contently. He continued down her dainty collar bone, tracing his very own tongue between her large tatas. Before Chloe knew it, he was sucking her perky little nipples and nibbling on the rings in each one. He drew her dress up, laying her flat on her back. Damien loved to play with his toy, everyday, all day if he could. He felt her body quiver as he parted her pussy and slipped his tongue inside of her waiting hole. Carefully he lapped at the tip of her clit until she started moaning. Damien smiled at the ever-growing wet spot on his sheets.
"Master, may I cum? Please, can I cum?" Her body ached for release. Bed sheets soaked, she clenched them around her. She felt her Master's fingers exploring, one in her ass, and another in her juicy hole. Plunging into the sweet tightness like velvet over silk. Her bare skin down there peppered with goose bumps.
"Come baby, all over. I want you to squirt those juices out of that awesome pussy baby. "Damien slipped another finger into both holes, she girl below crying out as the liquid shot out and soaked the bed to the mattress. Her body arching, toes curled tight. Chloe moaned loudly, turning into a whimper, then rapid breathing. Damien picked the girl up and sat her on his lap, hugging gently and kissing her deeply. "The day is young, you will come much more. Now, I smell breakfast... Did you cook?"
Limp in his arms, Chloe could only smile as red stole across her cheeks. She stood and grabbed Damien's hand, rushing him to the Dining room. The hall was filled with sunshine, open windows brought in the spring scents. Flowers growing, fresh cut lawns. Damien's eyes twinkled and he bent to kiss the girl. His six foot five inch frame towered over her five foot one. "You did a wonderful job, little love," Damien announced before pulling the seat out for Chloe. She hopped happily into it and Damien pushed her in then sat at his place and they feasted.
Chloe happily ate up her homemade dish. Damien watched her every move, thinking about how happy she always makes him. Chloe caught him looking, and stuck her tongue out; blowing raspberries. Damien mocked her, and repeated the same move. They laughed together like the gorgeous couple they were.
