My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 1

Chapter One



Her sweet smile, that was the first thing Isaac noticed about her. Having just stepped into his favorite diner, he found his eyes drawn to the cute waitress maneuvering through the tables with a pot of coffee in one hand and a tray of food in the other. She was clearly eighteen; her “proportions” boasted her physical maturity while their perkiness showed her untapped youth. She was rather tall for her age, standing at six feet, maybe a few inches shorter than Isaac himself. Clashing with her pale skin, she had long black hair that was braided into a ponytail with two locks framing her teardrop face and big brown eyes that looked as though they belonged to a kitten begging for food. That smile of hers, there was something particular about it. It was so bright and cheerful, childish almost. It was the kind of smile that could sweeten your coffee if you met her eyes when she handed it to you.

The early summer sun was shining through the windows of the building, allowing for the lights to remain off. It was 10:00 am on Thursday, so the diner held less than a dozen people and she was the only waitress on duty. Perfect, he would hopefully be able to talk with her and get a beach hold on the battlefield of dating. Isaac wouldn’t normally flirt with someone so much younger than him, but this girl had caught his attention.

Intrigued, he walked over to his usual seat at the counter and waited for the new girl to come take his order. Isaac was in his late twenties with brown hair that was cut short and a clean-shaven face. He was in excellent health, one of the many rewards of his contracting job. Sitting on the stool, he kept his glimpses of the waitress short and subtle, so as not to portray his interest.

After a few minutes of tending to the other customers, she moved behind the counter and greeted him with a smile. “What can I get for you this morning, sir?”

“A short stack of pancakes and some coffee, please. No better way to start a day off.”

She relayed the order to the cook, and after giving a brief scan of the diner to see if anyone needed her, she rejoined him. “It’s your day off? What do you do for a living?” she asked while pouring him a steaming cup of coffee.

“I’m sort of a jack of all trades. I do contracting, welding, plumbing, construction, auto-repair, landscaping, electrical work, and just about any other job that lets me work with my hands.”

He was trying to impress her without bragging or boasting. His efforts worked and he saw amazement flash across her face.

“Incredible! Where did you learn to do all that?”

“Well growing up, it was just my dad and I. He was a self-made man, learned all of the skills he needed, and started up Renaissance Trade Co. Most of the time, it was just the two of us on jobs. From first grade through high school, I spent almost every afternoon helping him wherever he was working and learning more useful stuff than I ever did sitting in a classroom. He passed away soon after I graduated and handed the business over to me. A few college courses later to solidify everything I had learned, and here I am before you today.”

“That sounds truly wonderful. You could say I grew up learning a lot of different skills, but my childhood was probably more hectic than yours. I’m Holly by the way, Holly Thompson.”

“I’m Isaac Helton, it’s a pleasure to meet you. So where did you grow up?”

Before she could answer, the kitchen bell was rung and the cook shouted Isaac’s order. Holly retrieved the stack of pancakes and laid them out on the large white plate, placing a bottle of syrup next to it. Isaac offered her some, but she politely refused.

“I grew up in an orphanage. There were a lot of kids, so the older you got, the more responsibilities you had. I started out as a little kid being taken care of, but I ended up becoming a parent to everyone younger than me.”

“That certainly sounds tough, especially for someone so young.”

“Oh no, I loved it! Actually, you had a lot of responsibilities no matter what age you were. The orphanage was on a farm, the food we grew being used to cut expenses. As soon as you could walk, you had chores. It became such a part of our daily lives that I’m only really happy if someone is telling me what to do. I don’t feel comfortable when I’m unneeded or there is nothing I can do for someone else. You could say I live to serve.”

Isaac finished his mouthful of syrup-soaked dough before responding, not wanting to appear rude or lacking manners. “Then this job is certainly perfect for you. When did you start working here?”

“This actually my first day, but you could say I’ve been doing this kind of stuff for years. Like I said, I grew up learning a lot of different skills. I love it here already. I love fulfilling people’s needs and receiving orders. Between you and me, I hate making decisions, so there is just something soothing about focusing your mind on the role given you.”
Another bell was sounded, this time from the entrance. The number of customers had just doubled, either some late breakfast rush or an early lunch rush. Whatever it was, Isaac had run out of time.
“Sorry, I have to get back to work. But if there is anything you need, anything at all, please tell me,” she said happily.

She then left the counter to attend to the new customers, but was stopped by Isaac’s hand grasping her own. He could certainly feel the strength in her hand from years of working like a serf, but it still felt soft and delicate compared to his own. Even though he wasn’t gripping her, to Holly, the feel of Isaac’s powerful fingers wrapped around hers sent a rush through her body. While the back of his hand was scarred and lined, his palm and fingers were as rough as rhino skin from all of the calluses earned over the years. Isaac didn’t even need gloves while working. The feel of that rough skin against hers made her shiver. He wasn’t the only one who was intrigued.

“There is something you can do for me: go out to dinner with me tomorrow night.”

Holly’s vanilla face immediately became flushed with embarrassment. This was the first time a man had ever asked her out on a date, and an older man at that! Was this what the outside world was like?

Holly stammered for several seconds, unable to respond while so overwhelmed with embarrassment. With a smile, Isaac let go and reminded her that there were a lot of people waiting for their order to be taken. She hurried off, still blushing and holding her order notebook with shaky hands. While he finished his breakfast, Isaac watched Holly work. The scene soon became very hectic, but Holly appeared to thrive under the pressure. What she had told Isaac about living to serve seemed to ring true. Whether it was a request for another cup of coffee or a second serving of eggs, Holly’s smile grew with each need of the customers she fulfilled. Her enthusiasm was certainly due to more than just the need for tips.

At last, when everyone had been served and she had a minute to rest, she turned back to where Isaac was seated. She had wanted to continue talking to him, but the trade prodigy had departed while she was busy. Left behind in his place were some empty dishes, dirty silverware, and the paid bill. Walking over, Holly smiled. Not only had he left her a very generous tip, but his business card, on which he wrote “meet me here at 7”. She couldn’t refuse unless she called him up and said so, she essentially had no choice in the matter, but that was what excited her.



“Well you appear to be in a good mood,” said Donna as Isaac entered lobby of his apartment building.

Donna was the building’s landlady, a woman almost 20 years older than him with blonde hair. She had an amazing body for her age, especially considering she had given birth to three kids. While her hips and ass showed the irreparable effects of childbirth, her waist and stomach were amazingly slender, her boobs were large and still appeared firm, and her face showed almost no signs of aging. For lack of a better word, she was fucktastic, and with summer starting, soon she would start walking around in skimpy denim shorts and showing off her nice rear end. Damn, you could rest your drink on that sweet milf ass of hers.

“I got a date tomorrow night with a cute waitress. She certainly seems like an interesting girl,” he said with a modest smile.

“Well hopefully you’ll be done before then. Here is all the things that have gone wrong since last night,” she said, handing him a to-do list.
As well as his landlady, Donna was also Isaac’s most prominent client. When her third deadbeat husband ran off, he left her with nothing but a bun in the oven and the apartment building. Donna had never had much luck with men, or anything in general. She had been knocked up in high school and had two more kids before the age of 25, each child having a different father that was never in the picture. She hadn’t even bothered paying any attention to the building until about ten years ago because it was a crap shack to say the least.

That’s not to say it didn’t have its charms; Isaac had certainly seen worse buildings. But this rickety hive was like a monument to Murphy’s Law and anything that could go wrong would go wrong. It was barely up to code and her husband had clearly never done any sort of repairs or renovations. Isaac had tarred the roof, installed windows, replaced toilets, fixed plumping, laid tiles, heaved laundry machines, secured drywall, and almost rebuilt the entire building from the ground up.

With all the work Isaac did for Donna, not once in the ten years since he moved in had he needed to pay rent. In fact, he made a small yet continuous profit off her, while saving her tons of money that would have been poured into contractors with half the skill and speed Isaac brought to the table. But damn, it got frustrating pretty quick. A job is a job, but Isaac would have killed for a change of scenery. He never cut corners with his work and he made sure everything was done right, but if he looked at something 99 times and replaced 99 parts, the 100th part was guaranteed to break a week later. Every time something was fixed, everything around it spontaneously crumbled.

Cursing, Isaac took the list and read through it. “Damn it, the heating system still isn’t working!? I’ve switched out everything broken and everything about to break! What’s left!?”

“Knowing this place, it was probably a freak accident out of Final Destination. I think you should start with the third one down.”

“Alice’s sink is broken. Oh joy, I wonder what she has in store for me…”



The auburn-haired thirteen-year-old kneeled beside Isaac, who was on his back with the cabinet beneath the sink consuming his whole upper-body. This sink had given him a lot of trouble over the years, but he certainly wouldn’t put it past Alice to sabotage it. Alice lived alone in the unit, her closest relative being her uncle on the other side of the building. She had no parents and her uncle didn’t really want to deal with her and simply paid her bills.

She was fine during the school year, but during vacations like summer break, she rarely left her apartment, simply because she had nowhere to go. Isaac wondered if she actually had any friends. She seemed like a girl who was afraid to talk to others but was desperate for someone to talk to. Her closest family seemed to be Donna, who she looked up to as a role model. However, Donna was either always busy with building repairs or working odd hours at the local hospital, so Alice never got to spend much time with her.

Unfortunately for Isaac, she had set her sights on him. He knew that she had a huge crush on him; she had thrown herself at him a couple times in the past. The last time he was in her apartment, he had to fix her shower. As soon as it was functioning, she stripped off all her clothes right in front of him and stepped in like he wasn’t even there. He had learned how to carefully reject her without hurting her feelings, but she always followed him around like a lost pet. Now she was kneeling beside him, having yet to change out of her nightgown, and he suspected, wearing nothing underneath.

“So you say it simply stopped?” he asked while he pointed to where he wanted her to shine his flashlight.

“Yeah, I was filling up the tea kettle and it suddenly made a groaning noise and stopped.”

“Ok, that narrows the list,” he sighed while dismantling the inner pump.

“Hey, Isaac?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you look for in a woman?”

“Tits,” he replied without missing a beat.
Alice looked down at her chest, once again noting the incredible two-dimensionality of what she longed to be a womanly shelf. Rejected.

“Besides tits?”

“She has to be able to ride a roller coaster.”
Alice stood up and looked at herself. Not only was she as flat as a whiteboard, but she was short for her age. At a theme park, a lot of doors would be closed to her. Rejected.

“I mean her personality.”

“Smart I guess, smart enough to know what she’s doing when she votes.”

Alice knew that intelligence had nothing to do with the matter.