"Go make us a nice Valentines' Day breakfast, slave."
"Yes, master."
You slave for an hour making Chandler's favorite breakfast foods. When it's ready, Chandler sits across from you at the table.
You eat quietly, still ashamed of your new role. Swallowing food brings back memories of hairy balls smacking into your chin, and jizz filling your throat. You realize that you'd kind of like to jizz on a girl's food first before making her eat it, something that Chandler luckily didn't think about.
The weight of your collar has become familiar, and thinking of it makes you look at the ring on Chandler's finger, the ring giving him absolute control over you. You'd had no opportunity yet, but you're certain that you could find a chance to steal it from him, and undo his commands. This gives you a renewed optimism.
Chandler finishes eating. "That was delicious, thank you. Finish cleaning up around the house for the next few hours, starting with these dishes, then we'll take a shower together."
You groan in misery at having to do more slave work, but all you can say is, "Yes, master."
You work hard, today's sweat and yesterday's sweat mingling, while Chandler kicks back on the couch, wearing sweatpants and nothing else. In your mind, you call him a lazy, no good bastard, but you're too whipped to say anything to him. At least he isn't fucking you.
When you shower together, he makes you wash him first, and you're forced to caress his body while you scrub him down. Then he washes your new, 18 year old body.
"Yeah, this is hot, you've got good taste," Chandler says, as he washes between your ass cheeks. He pries them open and peeks inside. "Although this might be my favorite part of you."
He washes your legs and feet, then lets you rinse off.
"Kneel," says Chandler, while the shower is still running.
"Yes, master." You kneel down, looking up at him.
"Suck my cock, slave boy," he says.
"Yes, master." With water streaming down your face and a dick in your mouth, you discover new talents, using your hands to please him along with your mouth.
"I'm impressed with how kinky you are, I'm surprised at what you're into. I've had a ton of fun helping you explore your fantasies though. I mean, look at you, mouth full of dick, sucking like a pro. I'm so glad you put that collar on."
You continue sucking, and tasting his precum. One of your hands is massaging his balls. You can tell he's almost finished.
Chandler pulls out after the first shot lands on your tongue, and the rest of his cum sprays you in the face. The water soon washes it away.
After you both dry off, Chandler asks, "What would your fantasy slave girl wear to a date, if you didn't care who saw her?"
What would your fantasy slave girl wear to a date, if you didn't care who saw her?