She fumbled awake with the sound of the alarm.
Pushing back the thin rough sheet she had been given, she sponged herself clean and tended to the care of her skin. She forced herself to focus enough to tend to her manicure and pedicure.
Melody was not a morning person.
If she had a normal, vanilla, boring life, she would have reached for coffee or a shower or some sugary pick me up to start the day.
She didn't have a normal life.
Now she patiently waited for her Master to open the door to her kennel.
The metallic black of her nails contrasted completely with the pale white of her skin.
She managed a smile.
She used to have a place of her own, a nice apartment, she supposed it was still there, but she really didn't need it anymore anyways.
Now that she had her Master in her life, the kennel in the corner of her Master's office was all she needed.
At first, she thought that her master was inflexible, demanding, and Melody never felt like she was up to the task. Her humiliation and degradation was systematic, in the end, a drug to her.
She couldn't stand to be alone.
He had explained exactly what he required of her in depth, at long length. A whore has to know her place, and the whore's place is where her better's tell her it is. Melody had no point of reference really, she didn't know what she was until he showed her her potential, her true purpose.
But that's not how she started, it's not who she used to be.
At work, her boss was charming, and made her feel comfortable, pretty even. Pretty wasn't a feeling that came naturally to a fat girl, and at that time Melody was more than pleasantly plump.
She worked hard to keep her weight down, with fad diets, and the latest exercise craze. She could never get herself under the 250 pounds mark. She was never comfortable with her own body, she was always too thick, and her tits just too conspicuous for a girl under five feet tall.
She hated her belly, and the sweat that she'd feel under her heavy tits in the summer, it had been ages since she'd worn a swim suit.
At work she'd feel someone's eyes upon her, feel their heat upon her back, cleavage, legs. Her clothes were as modest as her body would allow at first, but with his subtle attention she found it easier to let off the top buttons of the blouse, and choose the shorter skirt before heading out to work.
She could tell he approved.
He brought her closer into his circle in the office. He took his time about it, never talking directly to her, in fact he pretty much ignored her. Sometimes he would drop massive amounts of paper work into her inbox topped with a post-it note with a hand written unreasonable deadlines.
Those deadlines forced her to work late into the night.
One night in particular, she found that the bathrooms on her floor were locked at 9:30. Crossing her legs she fretted over what to do.
He was in his office.
He was always in His office.
She knocked on his door.
"Sir? The restrooms on this floor are locked, do you have a key?"
"No, Melody is it? I do not, but feel free to use my private bathroom."
She shivered hearing him say her name aloud.
He gestured to her right, and produced a key.
Her short pudgy fingers closed on the key, touching his hand for the first time. She blushed, and did a ridiculous half-curtsy.
Mentally chastising herself, she retreated to the predictably posh bathroom. His touch had seriously moved her off her center. After relieving herself and taking advantage of the bidet, her fingers lingered on her clit.
At his desk, Melody's boss dragged a finger across the eyes of a small carved stone idol in front of his computer. The monitor feed switched, showing every detail of what was happening in the private restroom, from a floating disembodied point of view.
He smiled at what he saw.
Melody daydreamed about her boss for at least a hot minute, she pinched the thickness of her nipple, fought against the hang of her belly to grind her meaty fist into her clit, until a knock on the door jolted her out of the moment.
She hastily put herself back together, opened the door and found herself looking up, face to face with him.
She excused herself.
She was halfway to His office door.
"Melody."
"Yes Sir?"
"Come here. "
She stood in front of him, already nervous and shamed in her damp panties.
"Kneel."
"What?"
"Kneel."
Her blush rose rapidly to her skin, as he pointed to a space right in front of him.
