Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16

... tasted good. He was happy to wait to sort out his future over a meal tomorrow evening. Meaning Mary would tell him what she wanted and he would go along with it. Fine, thought Dan. For now, he just wanted to sleep. A lot had happened.

Mary conducted him to the slave quarters, pausing only to get his old shock collar from the charging station. Dan didn't object or try to resist as she fastened it around his neck before pointing to his plastic-coated mattress.

'There, you are all set, Dan. No harm in putting your shock collar on. I might want to call you on the tablet tomorrow, in case I'm running late or something. Now into bed. Alexa will wake you at six-thirty and we will have breakfast together at seven. Just like old times. Eh, Dan?'

'Yes, Madam. '

After Mary left, and the door slid closed, Dan lay on the mattress in the dark, his hands held tight under his chin, taking comfort from the familiar red light blinking above him on the ceiling. He had every intention of reviewing the unbelievable events of the previous twenty-four hours before moving on to consider his options for tomorrow. He did neither of those things. He immediately fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. 'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. 'Good morning Slave,..'

Dan woke up. Though still a bit groggy, he knew immediately where he was. He was back home. And he knew immediately what he should do now. He rolled over, got off the bed, turned ...

... towards the small black box on the wall near the now open door to the slave quarters, and answered.

'Alexa, I understand, thank you.'

His wrists were still clipped to his collar. That determined what his next move should be. He went upstairs and stood outside the closed door to the master bedroom, which was his wife's bedroom. Dan still thought of it as the master bedroom. The 'mistress' bedroom didn't quite carry the same weight. The 'here is where the ruler of the roost sleeps' room, is what the title should convey, and 'master bedroom' does that, he mused, as he waited. About three minutes later the door slid open.

Mary sat propped up in bed, sipping her morning coffee which she had obtained from the little coffee maker on her bedside table. The lower half of her body was covered by the duvet, but otherwise, she was naked. Dan couldn't help staring. Nor could he help salivating as he looked at her pink-brown nipples sitting in the middle of her pert breasts. He was hungry and was long overdue for his morning breastfeed, Paris time. As he waited to be called to enter, Dan wondered idly what Sophia had done to satisfy her breast-suckling kick that morning. Probably expressed the milk that Dan wasn't there to suck from her. Feeling his penis thicken and rise as he gazed on his wife's breasts, Dan realized he had to kick the breastfeeding thing too. He'd gotten quite used to it. Wouldn't do to be caught staring hungrily at his wife's breasts or the breasts of whatever ...