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It's John's birthday today, and, relatedly, when he reaches his locker after his last class of the day, there's a paper-wrapped bouquet of roses taped to it. The paper is white; the roses are red, white, and pink, three each, their heads full and nodding. A satiny pink ribbon holds the whole thing together, trailing long tails toward the floor.
The corner of a pastel pink envelope peeks out from behind this assemblage, matching the colour of the ribbon.
A little bit of focusing on food, and... John is actually approaching the idea of what he was looking for. A nice, leisurely blowjob, from his obedient slave, while he eats, and enjoys himself. Because she is his slave now, and he can do this to her. He can do this to her whenever (circumstances permitting) he likes, and she's so happy to obey, and so eager, and... fuck, he's starting to want to cum again. Luckily, he's gotten through most of the food. Only a little bit more to go. But he should think about that and not about the sensual lips and tongue bringing him gentle pleasure while he ignores her because she's just there to give him a... fuck come on eat the fluffy pancakes.
There's at least one more close call, but John manages to get the rest of his way through breakfast without actually cumming. (Thank goodness. He's fucked up with things enough times, he's glad he got this one right.) "Deeper now, slave," he orders her, wiping jam from his lips with the napkin. "I want to cum nice and hard down your throat." (He hadn't quite intended the deeper part to be an order, but it was, and the knowledge that she has to go deep now is making him ready to fucking cum.)
And as expected, it takes very little effort for him to cum. "Fucking... fuck," he says, gasping with enjoyment. "This is... fuck! You're... fucking... fuck." He's trying to say something but he's not fully sure what he's even trying to say, and also it's hard to say things when he's cumming this hard.
"Fucking... hell," John says, as he finishes cumming. "You're... really good, you know that? Such a good slave, with your mouth, fuck. It's so hot that you're my slave now, and that we can do things like this." He grins. "That you have to do things like this."
And John leans back in the chair and enjoys that, feeling happy and satisfied. "You're really good, you know," he says, to try and show how grateful he is for this, because it's important to show her that he isn't just taking her for granted. "Really hot, but really good. I'm really glad you wanted to do this whole thing with me."
Awwwwww! "Also you're cute," he says. "It's... endearing, I think? Maybe that's the wrong word, sorry. I like it, whatever the word is."
She takes her mouth off his cock and affectionately nuzzles his thigh.
"I love you so much, Master."
(Aw, fuck, he's feeling guilty for not saying it again.) "I'm really glad, slave," he tells her, petting her hair gently. "Really really glad."
John is perfectly happy to let his slave rest up against his leg, softly petting her hair, as he comes down from the hot experience they just had, replying it over and over in his mind with delight. He'd be getting really turned on by it if he hadn't just cum.
And his slave is happy to kneel at his feet with her head pillowed on his thigh, being softly petted. So cozy.
She's so cute and adorable. And this finally went the way he wanted it to, despite the close calls. It was really hot. Fucking hell, he's going to get to keep doing this in the future. He really isn't sure what to do about the love thing. She says she's fine with it, but... he really should say it. He just also should be sure first. His slave (his slave!) is really cute, and delightful, and cozy, and petting her makes him feel sweet. He still can't believe this is happening to him. It's... incredible. Amazing. Hot. Like the sex they just had.
If Rosy notices any turmoil, she's either too polite or too cozy to mention it. Probably too cozy. The kneeling at his feet being softly petted is very good.
"This is... nice," John finds himself saying, eventually. "You kneeling next to me being petted feels... like you're my slave, but not directly about sex. If that makes sense? And it's nice. I guess... we can be Master and slave without you like having to do sex things, sometimes? I'm probably not making any sense, sorry."
"Oh, good," he says. "I'm glad. Thanks." He pets her hair some more. Her hair is smooth and feels really nice to pet.
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