My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 6

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Chapter Six



Isaac yawned and smiled, opening his eyes to the sight and ecstasy of two soft wet tongues around his cock, stirring it to a full erection. Holly and Alice were bobbing their heads, running their tongues up the shaft of his cock, and stopping momentarily to kiss each other every time they slurped on the head. It had been a week since he had accepted Alice as his slave, so this had become a common occurrence for him.

“Good morning, girls,” he groaned happily, rubbing them behind the ears like a pair of cats.

“Good morning, Master,” they both purred. Ah, music to his ears.

“So what’s the plan for today?” he asked.

“Unfortunately, I have to go back to work. I’m sorry for waking you up on your day off, but I just couldn’t get through the day unless you came into me at least once. Your seed is like my coffee, Master,” Holly giggled.

“Well then drink up however you want.”

“Then I think I’ll get my fill with THIS mouth.”

Holly eagerly raised herself up and moved onto his lap. Alice lied down beside Isaac, clutching his arm and kissing his chest while Holly skewered herself on Isaac’s cock. His manhood and her womanhood were joined, the latter struggling to contain the former. Holly lit up like a Christmas tree as it entered her, spreading the lips of her pussy and moving past every bump and ridge of her interior. It was as if his cock were a power outlet for her, turning her into the Energizer Bunny. With time of the essence before she would have to leave for her shift, Holly began bouncing on Isaac’s cock, whimpering and whining as it pushed its way through the entrance to her womb.

Isaac was half asleep, even with a full erection and a gorgeous woman riding him, but he was just conscious enough to watch her through his half-closed eyes. He could never get tired of the sight of her breasts heaving up and down with each drive of her body. He absolutely loved that perverse look on her face—her gasping mouth, her blushed cheeks, her watery eyes, and every other millimeter of her beauty. With his exhaustion, Isaac came after only a few minutes, emptying his morning load into Holly’s sweet pussy.

“No better way to go to work than with a big breakfast,” she purred, leaning over and giving Isaac a tender kiss.

“But you did eat right? I don’t want you going through a whole shift without a real breakfast.”

“Don’t worry, I had a bowl of cereal before I came back to bed. But Alice woke up and refused to let me have you all to myself.”

“I can’t let even a single opportunity slip by,” the young girl said sleepily as she stretched like a cat.

“All right, have a good day.”

“Should I stop at the store? What would you like for dinner?” Holly asked while getting dressed.

Isaac thought for a moment. “Spaghetti and meat sauce would be perfect.” An idea then popped into his mind. “Also, could you pick up some ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup? I’m kind of in the mood for a Sunday tonight.”

“Would you like me to do anything else?”

“That’ll do, thank you, Holly.”

Dressed in her waitress uniform, Holly leaned over and gave Isaac another kiss. “You’re always welcome, Master. I’ll be back tonight, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Walking away, Holly came to a stop in the doorway and looked back. “And Alice, don’t forget.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Alice hummed, half asleep and clutching Isaac’s arm. Holly blew the two of them a kiss and left.

“So what was that about?” Isaac asked, already in the process of falling back to sleep.

“Just a reminder that my duties as your slave involve more than just orgasms. I’ll make you the most delicious batch of pancakes you’ve ever seen.”

Isaac smiled. “Goddamn, I love you girls.”



Behind the apartment building, a rickety garage stood, filled to the rafters with generally useless shit. Isaac used it is a workshop and storage room for his tools and any materials he might need. Donna had given it to him to help with his constant work on the apartment building, under the condition that he would also help her with her car. As mentioned, the garage looked more like the offspring of a barn and a junkyard, its contents collected by the former owner. Donna always said that she would get a dumpster and clean it out, but it was always “next weekend” or “next spring”. Either way, Isaac was at least able to get some useful parts from the junk horde, if not for his work then for his own personal projects.

He was checking through his piles of scrap wood and metal, while blueprints were drawn in his head. He had gotten an idea for something to build while in bed the previous night, recovering from fucking his slaves into comas of sexual bliss. Once he got an idea in his head, he had to build it; it became a compulsion for him.

He had plenty of materials to use, and one resource he was eyeing was a power sander, completely unusable for its proper purpose when the rubber pad that the Velcro-lined sand paper would stick to had been torn. Every time he turned it on, he could feel the centrifugal force of the rotations pulling at the tear, dangerously destabilizing it. But its motor still worked and it had an adjustable speed. Plus with a little tinkering, he could probably lower it to more manageable speeds.

“Ah, good, I found you.”

He turned back to see Donna standing in the garage door. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

“I wanted to tell you that I’ll be leaving tomorrow, my oldest daughter is expected to give birth any day now and I want to be there for her.”

“Oh, Linda was pregnant? That’s wonderful!”

“That’s right! I’m going to be a grandma!”

“It’s so often that I forget you have kids that are all grown up. Adam is off in college, Tammy is abroad in the Peace Corp, and Linda is about to live the life of a suburban mother.”

“I know, I’m so proud of them all! I did everything I could to make sure they lived better lives than mine and they made sure they got as far as they could. I just wanted to tell you I was leaving and let you know that you’ll be in charge of the building until I get back.”

“Leave it to me, I’ll make sure everything holds together.”

As soon as Donna left, Alice appeared, wearing a pair of skimpy shorts and pink top. She was carrying a frosty beer, already opened and with a cold mist overflowing from the neck.

“Here you go, Master.”

“Ah, thank you,” he replied, taking the beer. He then smiled. “You know, I think this beer might be just a tad bit too cold. I need to warm it up a bit.”

Alice shuddered in arousal as Isaac took the cold bottle and rubbed it against her left nipple and then her right. Even through her top, the sting of the ice-cold bottle against her pink nipples made her shiver happily. Isaac rubbed them both over and over, until at last they were poking up through the fabric.

“Perfect temperature,” he chuckled.

Alice just smiled and blushed, loving this new side to Isaac. “So what are you making, Master?”

“It’s a surprise, something that I think you and Holly will both enjoy.”



On the front-left burner of the stove sat a large pot, filled with boiling water, ready for the spaghetti to be poured in. On the front-right was a pan filled with ground beef, bubbling in its melting fat and making everyone’s mouths water as it turned from pink to brown. Holly was standing in front of the stove, wearing nothing but an apron. She giggled as Isaac ran her hands across her naked body and kissed her neck.

In the den, Alice was watching the two of them, hiding behind the armrest of the couch and looking like a kitten about to pounce. Like Holly, she was naked, a practice the two slaves maintained whenever they were in Isaac’s apartment. Around her neck was her prized possession: a pet collar with a metal tag engraved with her name, just like Holly’s. Every moment it was on her, she remembered that she was her beloved master’s cherished pet.

“Master, the meat might burn if I lose focus!” Holly laughed, tickled by Isaac’s fingertips running across her belly and inner thighs.

“Maybe we could just forget about spaghetti and meat sauce and eat YOU for dinner. I could spend the whole night eating you.”

“I don’t know if you’re talking about sex or cannibalism, but either way, count me in.”

Wow, not only had she called his bluff, but he could tell that she wasn’t bluffing.

“Just remember, I’m VERY hungry,” he said before crouching down and running his tongue up the side of her perfect ass.

He went back to the den and sat down on the couch, with Alice immediately crawling into his lap like an affectionate feline. The two of them began to kiss, letting their tongues fill each other’s mouths while he stirred his thumb in her slit. In the kitchen, Holly was watching them, biting her lip and struggling to maintain her focus on stirring the beef. With the water now hot enough, she began dumping handfuls of spaghetti into the pot. The beef was soon fully cooked, so Holly turned off the burner and drained the fat into the sink.

“Alice, can you do me a favor and grab all the towels from the bathroom?” Isaac asked.

She looked at him quizzically but ran off to fulfill her order. She soon returned and Isaac had her lay them out on the floor around the table, then clear off the table itself and cover it. In the kitchen, he could see Holly mixing the spaghetti and meat, and pouring in the tomato sauce.

He stopped her as she began grabbing bowls and forks. “I’ll take care of that, go relax in the den.”

Like Alice, Holly looked at him with an expression of curiosity and protest, but obeyed without question. Seeing what Alice was doing, her curiosity grew. He came back into the den, carrying the pot, a tub of grated parmesan, and a container full of garlic powder.

“Holly, take off that apron and lie on the table.”

“Master?”

“Tonight, you get to be the plate for the three of us.”

Holly smiled and bit her lip, feeling her horniness take off. She did as she was told, lying down on the table, her breasts trembling with each aroused breath she took. On the couch, Alice was writhing in her seat like a kid with ADHD in math class.

“This may be a little hot,” Isaac warned, slowly pouring the spaghetti onto Holly’s naked body.

She yelped and tensed up as the hot noodles touched her bare flesh, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle and didn’t enjoy. Isaac spread it out onto her body, covering her thighs, her stomach and her chest.

“Now who doesn’t love parmesan on their spaghetti?” Isaac rhetorically asked, opening the container of grated cheese and letting it trickle onto the pasta. Holly’s smile became scrunched and she snickered while trying to keep the cheese from falling in her nose and eyes.

“Garlic powder?”

“Yes please!” both girls said giddily.

Isaac popped the top and poured a thin layer of the powder onto the marsh of pasta. “Ok Alice, no hands. And don’t worry, Holly. We’ll make sure you get to eat.”

Isaac sat down on the floor, on the opposite side of the table from Alice. Smiling, both Isaac and Alice leaned forward and began slurping up lines of the hot pasta, making Holly giggled as it tickled her like feathers. The spaghetti was hot and delicious and Alice and Isaac gorged themselves. For Isaac, it was so cute to see Holly shuddering with arousal as she felt the pasta be pulled off her to reveal more and more of her naked body. After several delicious mouthfuls, Isaac decided to share with her. He filled his cheeks with spaghetti and meat and brought it over to her. She opened her mouth wide and he transferred it to her, much like a bird would to its young, but without actually chewing it.

“That is so good!” she squealed.

“Oh, looks like the sauce is running off you,” said Isaac.

Lowering his head, he ran his tongue up her side from her thigh to her breasts, licking up the red streams of sauce and making Holly squirm in pleasure. Across from him, Alice’s face was painted red from her insatiable hunger.

“Alice, don’t forget to take care of your sister.”

“Yes Master,” she said in embarrassment, shaken from her binging and blushing under her saucy makeup.

She did as Isaac had, filling up her mouth with pasta and then transferring it to Holly, who ate it hungrily. From there, Isaac and Alice focused on making sure Holly got her fill, beginning and ending each mouthful with a tender loving kiss.

Before long, most of the spaghetti had been eaten, with just a thin layer covering her bare flesh. Smiling, Isaac moved up and licking up the spaghetti off her right breast, making her pant in arousal as he slurped up each noodle and nibbled each puff of ground beef.