As the day went on, Melissa focused on each of her task. She cleaned the house from room to room, spending almost four hours methodically completing her task. I have to stay on task for Master. I am his slave. Slaves focus on the task at hand. I am his slave and will focus on the task at hand.

Next, the busty maid returned to each room and dusted until her cleavage shone in the reflection of each surface. Hours of a new subliminal statement I feel docile and very feminine while in uniform whispering in her mind had made her devoted to the idea that she was her Master’s maid first and foremost right now. On her hands and knees she crawled into corners of each room to make sure its level of cleanliness would please Brett.

Once satisfied with cleaning, she took some time to prepare lunches for the next handful of days. Melissa prepared a curry soup and large artichoke salad for Brett and her to take to work. She missed going to work, the work she did at the clinic was essential to the community, but loved serving Brett in private. Public displays, whether by ornament or behavior, were not something either enjoyed. To the larger world, they were a regular, if a bit odd, couple. It was no one’s business what they did at home, nor did they advertise. Somehow, she mused, it would be nice to combine her public and private jobs into one.

Melissa stopped for lunch and enjoyed a bowl of the curry soup and a plate of salad. Normally, on an off day, she would page through her email and RSS reader to keep up with the day. However, hours of reprogramming later, all Brett’s beautiful maid could do is focus on finishing the meal so she could complete her next task.

Suddenly, the full figured slave could hear her cell phone ringing in the living room. She had left the purple phone out there earlier and completely forgot where it was until now. A quick look at the digital interface noted that Brett was calling her. Smiling, she answered the phone, “hello, Master.” Brett only called her on days when he was off campus for lunch, so formalities could be in place while they spoke.

Quickly, before he lost the nerve, Brett spoke the trigger phrase “shiny Linux penguins.” He squinted awkwardly at the mental picture this gave him.

At the other end, Melissa’s eyes blinked quickly a few times and her mind slowed to a crawl. After a moment she spoke quietly, “Master, I await command.” Her eyes grew distant and large as she waited passively for instruction.

Brett stared out at the other customers in the Wawa parking lot. “Melissa, listen and obey me. My friend Chip is coming by with his fiancé Erica. I want you to be a good girl for him. Be cheerful, compliant, and your usual lovely self. You will treat Chip as you would treat me.” He paused, as his friend had instructed him to in the notes he sent. “Melissa, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Melissa began immediately, “I am your slave and will obey.” The way she so matter of factly stated it took Brett back a bit. Melissa waited silently at the other side of the conversation, passively waiting for the next command her Master would give her.

Melissa’s Master had a million questions and ideas in his mind. He decided to give her another test command. A favorite immediately came to mind. “Melissa,” he paused again, “while wearing a maid uniform, you do not have the ability to speak in the first person. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master”, Melissa again spoke quickly, “Melissa is your slave and will obey, Master.” While triggered like this, any command would be immediately accepted. The big, beautiful, slave had accepted this part of her conditioning with no resistance.

Looking down at his watch, Brett realized he needed to get back to campus to teach his next class. “I need to get to my next class.” He stopped for a moment, trying to figure out how to end the conversation. Chip should have given him some kind of script, not just a vague pep talk. Finally, an idea came to him. “Melissa, in a moment you are going to hang up the phone. When you do, you will only remember a normal conversation with your Master. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. Melissa will hang up the phone, only remembering a normal conversation with Master.” Melissa hung up the phone, cutting Brett off before he could speak again. Blinking a few times, she smiled to herself at how nice he had been to call her during his busy day. Melissa is very lucky to have such a wonderful Master. Never did it occur to her to question why she spoke in the third person. As far as Melissa knew, while wearing a maid uniform, it was normal.

Her mind drifted briefly as she tried to remember which of Master’s tasks she had been obeying. A quick glance at the kitchen told her that she still needed to finish lunch. She walked across the living room, pumps clicking on the floor, and was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. For some reason, a midday visitor did not seem weird to Melissa, nor did answering the door in a very sexy maid uniform.

Forgetting her meal, Melissa went back across the room. By now she was very accustomed to high heels and any issue with wearing them was gone. At the door, she looked out the little window and saw Brett’s friend Chip with, presumably, his fiancé Erica. Excitedly, she let them into the house and hugged Chip tightly. They had always been friendly, but in her post hypnotically triggered state, she would be cheerful and compliant for his entire stay.

Taking in the bountiful, busty, beauty of Melissa, Chip smiled at her. He looked down her cleavage, very pleased with her natural breasts. Melissa smiled brightly and looked over to Erica, who passively smiled in the direction of Chip, not really acknowledging the dark haired slave giving her attention.

“Oh, my apologizes,” Chip began, taking off his glasses and wiping them, “but this is my fiancé Erica.” For the first time, Erica turned and acknowledged Melissa; she put out a tan, manicured hand to shake her fellow brainwashed slave’s hand. Melissa eagerly embraced the girl with her own, pale, hand.

In this state, Melissa was really happy for Chip in general, but especially since Erica was stunningly beautiful. Around Melissa’s height, she also had dark hair but more stylized and voluminous. The young lady was around 19 or 20 probably and wore a pink turtleneck with a white miniskirt and black, high heeled, knee high boots similar to those Melissa would wear. While chubby, not as large as Melissa, it was clear Erica had undergone breast augmentation surgery to bring her breasts up around the size of Melissa’s own.

Chip watched for the thirty seconds or so it took for the girls to size each other up cheerfully. Erica’s gaze, as programmed over the past year, returned to him and he spoke to Melissa again. “We were in the area and I figured it would be nice to stop by and see you. I know,” he said as they walked into the living room and sat down on adjacent couches, “that Brett is at work, but still.”

Melissa sat down, crossing her legs as the abbreviated maid uniform she wore without shame hiked up on her legs. “Speaking of, shouldn’t you be at work? Aren’t you working on some secret government project or something like that?”

Chip laughed a little, which made Erica join him. Both Chip and Melissa’s eyes moved towards Erica and then to each other where Chip just tried to shrug with his eyes. “Actually, we are traveling for the next three days to work on my current project.” This statement wasn’t untrue; Chip and Erica were traveling across the tri-state area to check up on a few recent programees.

Watching Melissa’s cleavage heave up and down was driving Chip crazy. “I love your outfit today, Melissa. It looks really great on you.” He had been an enthusiastic ally to Brett in regards to his encouragement for Melissa to have a more positive body image. It gave him great pleasure to add that to her reprogramming cues. The big, beautiful, slave looked incredible in her maid uniform.

Melissa blushed a bit, but seemed unaware of anything unusual about what she was wearing in front of her friends. “Thanks, Brett picked it out for Melissa.” The lack of awareness of this oddity pleased Chip; he knew the second batch of subliminals had worked successfully.

“Good girl,” Chip began, nodding with his praise. He turned to motion at Erica, who was vapidly smiling at him. The brainwashed girl never took her eyes off of him. “Erica feels the same way as you do.” He motioned his hand over her body. “I picked out this outfit for her; it is one of my favorites.” Melissa had to admit Erica was beautiful. In another time and place she would have been very attracted to her.

Chip decided there had been enough formalities and that had been a good segway to test another aspect of her programming. “Well, anyhow, I think you look great. It’s a great outfit for you to be the perfect hostess in.”

Melissa blinked a few times. The trigger phrase perfect hostess brought a series of fresh commands into the front of her mind. The busty slave stood up and curtsied low for Chip. Her expression became one of obedient devotion. This new line of programming focused her on being the best hostess as possible. Chip often added it as a way to test out how well a subject was accepting their commands. Also, it was ridiculously hot. “Is there anything Melissa can get for you, Sir? A drink? Perhaps you’d like a meal cooked for you? Is there anything else she can do for you, Sir?”

A really long blowjob. “Um, water will be fine.” Without speaking, Melissa turned and swayed back into the kitchen and poured a glass of water from their Brita pitcher. She returned and handed it to Chip with a low bow, eyes never leaving him. Having two sets of docile slaves focusing their attention on him made Chip very uncomfortable. Erica continued to vacantly stare at her fiancé; months of reprogramming had left her utterly devoted to him in every waking moment.

Replaying the last few minutes of conversation in his mind, Chip noticed for the first time that Melissa was speaking in the third person. His friend had obviously added a few post hypnotic suggestions to his slave’s programming. That would change what he needed to do next a little bit, but the results, and feedback, would be much more interesting this way. Chip’s team needed a voice sample to synthesize Melissa’s voice so that future programming could be done in her own voice. Studies had shown this was much more efficient in the reprogramming process.

However, since she had taken to her new programming so well, if properly triggered Chip could get the same results, if not better, directly from Melissa. After saying the same trigger phrase that Brett had used earlier, Melissa again stopped in place and stared directly at where Chip had been standing. Moving back and forth a bit, he smiled at her lack of movement.

Stopping in front of her, he tested the level of submission Brett had ingrained into her so far. “Melissa, what did Brett tell you about my visit today?”

Melissa immediately began to speak, like a puppet whose mouth was being moved by its controller, “Melissa will be a good girl for Chip. She will be cheerful, compliant, and her usual lovely self. She will treat him as she would treat Master.”

“Good girl,” Chip began, pleased with her progress. “That means, until otherwise instructed, Melissa is under my control, correct?”

“Melissa is under Chip’s control until otherwise instructed.” Melissa stared directly at him still, deeply entranced. Her mind slowed to a crawl under the hypnotic control.

The brown haired genius was quite satisfied with her progress. Now, to the reason for their arrival today. He triggered Melissa to wake her up, pleased as she blinked a few times and smiled at him; her eyes never left her superiors as programmed into her. To the voluptuous slave, nothing unusual had happened nor did she note any time difference. She was still highly suggestible, which would make what came next, most likely, very easy to complete.

“Melissa,” he began, pausing momentarily as her big, beautiful, hazel eyes widened in anticipation of instruction, “sit down next to Erica.” Brett’s slave passed Chip and sat down on the couch next to his property. Erica only briefly glanced at Melissa before both girls, nearly in synchronization, returned their gaze to Chip.

My job rules. An idea Chip had brought up with Brett in their early conversations about Melissa’s conversion was making her and Erica friends. It might have happened naturally, but staring at the intelligent dark haired slave and his, even before being brainwashed, not that bright slave made him glad they’d decided to go this route. The girls should be as close as Brett and Chip were.

Unclear how to begin, Chip thought for a moment. Deciding to take a direct approach, he took Melissa’s hand, who squeezed down on it softly. “Melissa, you know that Brett and I are best friends going back a lot of years.” She nodded slowly. “Good girl. We have been talking about this, and we think that you and Erica should be best friends as well.”

Melissa briefly looked over at Erica before returning her gaze to Chip. “Like you to Brett, Erica is my slave.” He turned to his fiance. “Tell her, Erica.”

Taking Melissa’s hands in her own, Erica spoke for the first time. “Erica is Chip’s slave. She is engaged to him and cannot wait to take his name and become his wife. Her only purpose in life is to please him.” The dark haired slave faced Melissa. “He saved Erica when she failed at her life.”

Frowning, Melissa went to question that statement, but before she could Erica leaned in and kissed her. Years since she last kissed a woman, Melissa eagerly returned the kiss. After all, Erica was her best friend. A minute passed before Chip coughed loudly, bringing both girls’ attention back to him.

Chip smiled, pleased. “Good girls.” Erica snuggled up to Melissa, who stroked her hair gently. “ I think you girls should visit with each other from time to time.”

Melissa sighed. “Melissa thinks that is a wonderful idea, Sir.”

Taking a small recording device out of his coat pocket, Chip held it up. “Melissa, there is one thing you need to do for me.” He pulled a piece of paper out of another pocket. “I need you to read this sheet, the left side then the right side. Read it slowly, and carefully.”

Melissa took the sheet of paper without question. Chip handed the recorder to Erica, who held it near the busty slave. “Melissa loves her body...Melissa has wonderful curves...Melissa wants to show off her curves...Melissa is not ashamed of her curves...Brett loves Melissa’s body...Brett thinks Melissa has wonderful curves...Brett wants Melissa to show off her curves...Brett wants Melissa to not be ashamed of her curves...” She trailed off at the end of the sheet. Chip ordered her to do two more takes before deciding it was adequate.

Looking at the time, Chip noted that Brett would be home soon. They still had another girl to visit a few towns to the west. He spoke Melissa’s trigger phrase again. After excusing themselves, Erica and Chip said goodbye and left for their next assignment. Melissa waved to her friends, eager to see Erica again. Turning back into the living room, she returned to her previous task.

Later, after dinner, Melissa and Brett drove to one of his coworker’s home a few towns west for a work party for his department to celebrate the coming end of the school year. Brett didn’t socialize much with anyone from his department while at work, but his department chair had told him repeatedly it was good to mingle at events like this from time to time. Honestly, Brett could’ve gave a fuck; especially given the beautiful slave waiting at home for him. He kept to himself at work and used his prep time to work on academic articles, lecture notes, or to meet with students. Chatting it up in the faculty room made him want to vomit. His patience for gossip, American Idol discussion, and bland political arguments was, at best, minimal.

Melissa spent the thirty minute drive with her ear buds in, silently staring out the window as her mind was further reconditioned. The third set of suggestions, in her own voice, were more powerful than the previous two. All the previous instructions were now being reinforced to the point where she would never question them soon. Despite her intelligence and independence, Melissa was being conditioned without a hitch.

When they pulled up, Brett touched her arm to wake her from the trance she had fallen into during the drive. Melissa blinked a few times and smiled at her Master. She removed her ear buds, turned off the mp3 player, and placed it in the center console. After a moment of staring at each other, Brett sighed and announced that they should go in and get this over with. Melissa nodded, feeling the same way he did about his coworkers, and remembered his command during dinner for her to be her best.

One thing was certain, she certainly looked her best. The dark haired slave had her hair teased up and wavy in a similar style to Erica’s from earlier today. Wearing a snug tube top, which showed a good amount of cleavage, an above the knee denim skirt, and high heeled platform sandals, Melissa looked incredibly feminine and would definitely impress Brett’s coworkers. Normally, she did not dress quite as sexy in public. Her recently found increased confidence in her body and appearance allowed the slave to take a chance. Brett had greatly approved, offering praise for her, as she stood at attention on display for him before they left, for each part of her outfit and body.

At the door, they were greeted by Brett’s coworker Gianna, whose husband Billy also worked in their department. “Hi Brett!” greeted the brunette, whose hair was immaculately teased and curled, who hugged him gently. She paused momentarily, beautiful dopey dark eyes staring at Melissa, trying to remember her name. “And...uh...”

“Melissa.” The busty slave icily stated before smiling and shaking hands with her Master’s coworker. Gianna, no matter how many times she met Melissa, never remembered her name. She stared down at the brunette’s beautiful acrylic nails, which led her eyes to her shapely, tanned, legs peeking out of a pink dress and wedge heels. Melissa was certainly envious of the teacher’s very appealing, toned, body. At one point she had voiced some concern about Brett working alongside a woman with such a patriarchy approved body. And, a few, well, less than ten, times she’d jilled herself imagining Gianna’s head buried between her legs. But then the same thing that always happened, well, happened.

“Oh yeah! All us girls are in the kitchen! We’re discussing Idol gossip. You need to join us.” Oh yeah, she’s a Stepford Wife with a spray tan. As long as they had been dating, Brett’s coworkers were a point of great confusion for her. Despite being English teachers, like Brett, none of them seemed too interested in academic pursuits or anything intellectual. From visiting their homes for parties like this, Melissa had observed a lot more Twilight than Vonnegut. Or Shakespeare. Or anything not on the syllabus for their department. Everything else was bland bestsellers or romance novels. Not that she wanted to rank on those books, middlebrow writing surely had its place, but it seemed an English teacher would have more intellectual tastes.

However, before her mouth could open, Gianna was swaying back to the kitchen. Melissa turned toward Brett, who raised an eyebrow at her and nodded towards the kitchen. Brett’s command had to be obeyed, even in public. Still, she felt the need to save face. “I am so only doing this for you.” They kissed and she turned to follow the path Gianna had taken back towards the kitchen.

Brett took a few steps towards the living room where he found Billy, Gianna’s husband and their coworker, and Noah, the husband of Marci, another English teacher on their campus. He shook hands with Billy and then Noah, remembering him from their holiday party during the winter. Gianna and Marci were best friends; Brett presumed she was in the kitchen making food as well. A few other male teachers from their department were also lounging in the living room. He noticed the gendering of the rooms and sighed. The group was watching a baseball game and rooting for their team loudly. Billy told Brett to make himself at home, which Brett did on a chair by their bookshelf where he idly paged through a copy of As You Like It that had been presumably left out from when juniors were reading it the month before.

A few moments before, Melissa had entered the kitchen behind Gianna. The brunette turned quickly and then exclaimed “everyone, do you remember...Melissa...she is Brett’s girlfriend?” Melissa gave a little wave and smiled.

Marci and another woman faintly smiled, looking the busty young woman up and down. The blond haired woman spoke up a few seconds later. “Oh, I heard about you.” Before Melissa could open her mouth to find out what that meant, the quick speaking English teacher continued. “Billy and Noah said you were really smart, one of those ‘gender studies’ people.”

The way she spoke those air quotes made Melissa want to gag. She blinked a few times. “Well, yes, but I was an English minor too.”

Marci shoved a bowl at her. “Hey, the guys are going to want to eat soon, so can you work on the potato salad?” She pointed an acrylic nail at a sheet of paper. “Follow that recipe.”

Immediately, the other girls went back to their inane discussion of reality TV shows and celebrity gossip. For the most part, Melissa had no idea what they were talking about. She always assumed that sort of stuff was for teenagers, but was reminded every time she encountered Gianna and Marci how much adults were obsessed with it as well.

Eventually, after ignoring her for awhile, Gianna looked over at Melissa. The dark haired slave was leaning over the salad bowl, showing impressive cleavage, which Gianna would need serious enhancement to attain, hung over it. “So Melissa,” she began, looking over at the other women in the room slowly as they stopped laughing at Marci’s recollection of a YouTube viral video, “are you watching Idol this year? Who is your favorite?” Her eyes widened in anticipation; despite her outgoing and somewhat cold response to Mellisa, the brunette did wish Melissa could fit in better with the other wives and girlfriends.

Melissa looked up and quickly spoke her canned response for questions like this. “Oh, it’s on the DVR! I am going to watch it soon.” Gianna nodded and began talking loudly to Marci about something stupid one of her students had done in the class the day before. Melissa looked out at the living room and smiled when she saw Brett curled up with a book on the couch, away from everyone else. Once in awhile he poked his head up to correct one of their recollections of some obscure 1980’s player or random factoid.

Normally, Melissa was repulsed by this sort of gendered, “all the girls in the kitchen, the men watching sports in the living room” attitude being perpetuated around her. However, one of the things that Brett had taught her was to accept that some people will never change. Marci, Gianna, and the other women in the kitchen with her, idly gossiping about other women and other boring consumerist fascinations. It barely registered for any of them, probably ever in their lives, that there was more to life than this.

But that was just it: Melissa had finally accepted this year that these kind of women would never change. They never had a chance. From birth, women are taught to be like this. Materialistic, domestic, chatty, and catty, towards one another. Melissa had decided to just distance herself from most women. She didn’t really relate to very outward radicals either. In her view, it was much more radical to be invisible, in plain sight.

While everyone laughed at Gianna recalling an embarrassing story about her husband, Melissa looked down into her purse to see her cell phone blinking. Brett had just left her a text message:

Hi...really bored with this crap. How are things in kitchen? You only have to deal with Gianna once in awhile! Anyhow, Chip is going to call in a few minutes to save us. I will come get you.

Melissa smiled. When confronted with awkward or awful social situations, Brett had Chip call from an unmarked cell phone to give him an excuse to leave. Melissa had experienced this a few times and found it a useful way to exit gracefully.

No one had noticed Melissa texting because they were now crowded around a laptop watching video of Gianna and Billy’s honeymoon. Marci then commented a similarly embarrassing story about her husband. This idiotic, sitcomesque conversation continued until they turned to Melissa, who was now by the sink cleaning up some of the plates. “Melissa,” began Gianna, “Brett always seems so put together; I bet you have a good story or two about him though! Us girls would love to hear it.”

Fuck. You. Melissa stared straight ahead. Some of these women were teachers! Yet, they devalue themselves with idle gossip. Maybe they are the ones who should be the slaves. “Uh,” she began, looking down at the floor, “Brett is the same way at home. He doesn’t really do anything that bothers me.” She sighed. “We don’t fight or battle about anything, we share interests, and I love him a lot.” Her shrug emphasized her indifference to the idea.

An observer could hear a pin drop. Marci was the first to speak. “Oh, he sounds really perfect.” She picked up a plate and put it in the dishwasher. “I’m so glad he doesn’t annoy you like my husband does.” A loud cheer and the sound of a high five came from the other room. “But I bet you and Brett have this totally ideal love.” The blond icily stared at Melissa. Gianna bit down to stop herself from giggling. Whether at Melissa’s ideal relationship, or Marci being a bitch, she was not sure.

Melissa opened her mouth to counter with a reply, something about not marrying neanderthals, or being the type or woman who attracts them like magnets, but Brett popped his head into the kitchen and she spun around to face him. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation. “Hi ladies. Hey,” he turned to face their tan host “Gianna, we need to get going. Something just came up with one of my cousin’s computers and they need it fixed right now or they will freak.”

Gianna and Brett made eye contact. She got the message. They hugged and promised to have lunch on Monday. Melissa hugged Gianna as well. “I hope you guys had a good time” The brunette really meant it in her own way. Melissa was a little odd, but she didn’t want her to have a bad time.

Melissa squinted. “Yes, well, Brett and I should get going.” She took his hand and they made their way out of the party, stopping to say goodnight to the men briefly. Only one did not try to hide his mental undressing of Brett’s girlfriend. Saying their final goodbye, the lovers entered the early June night and headed towards the car.

On the drive out of Gianna’s development, both Melissa and Brett were silent. They held hands tightly since entering the car. Finally, at the light before the on-ramp for the parkway, Brett turned and spoke. “I’m sorry my coworkers are neanderthals or airheads. I have to attend stuff like this once in awhile to look like I give a shit about communing with them.” He stopped speaking momentarily while merging into the left lane. “Once I have tenure we don’t have to go that often.”

Melissa squeezed his hand harder. “I know; but, seriously, how do you work with a bunch of bimbos? In the kitchen, all they did was gossip about TV shows and their husbands. I felt like I was trapped in some sitcom. That Marci lady is a moron. She started talking about this ‘sex tip’ she got from Cosmo...”

Brett cut her off, “Gah! I don’t even want to know.” He agreed about Marci, but tried to divert the subject a bit. “Gianna isn’t so bad to work with. She annoys me sometimes, but I only have to deal with her between classes in the hall and at lunch. I think she gets that we don’t really fit in a lot more than the others do.”

That was true, she had to admit to a point. “Yeah, but,” Melissa began in reply, “she tolerates and participates with them. How do they teach? We are so homeschooling when we have kids.”

Brett laughed quietly. “Yeah.” They were both silent for a long moment; neither had ever seriously considered children before. Suddenly, they seemed accepting of when, not even if.

“I’m sorry you have such idiotic formalities, Master.” Melissa sighed at around the half way mark of their trip home. “My coworkers always drink after work and I hate that stuff. I’d rather come right home to you.”

Brett looked up at the bridge above them as they passed under it. Still another 15 minutes before they got home. He opened the center console. “Hey, would you like to listen to your music? We still have a little bit before we get home.”

Automatically, without speaking, Melissa took her mp3 player out of the console and slid the earbuds into her ear. After pushing play, a half minute passed as she was triggered and put into a suggestible state. She stared straight ahead, hands folded sitting on the denim skirt’s right side, and remain silent as her reprogramming was further reinforced. Her eyes glazed over and became large as her head tilted slightly. Sitting in the passenger seat, all dressed up, Melissa looked like a busty, chubby, anime character.

Driving quietly, Brett considered the events of the past few days. So far, Melissa’s conditioning had gone well as far as he could see. She now accepted anal sex, more readily than he expected, and was easily conditioned for other commands. That could prove useful in the future, but he wasn’t sure how much further he wanted to go with it. Melissa’s increased confidence was a nice side effect; that may make other advancements possible. The talk of babies really threw him, and obviously her, off guard. Maybe it was time to think about stuff like that. But plenty of time still.

In the driveway, Brett woke Melissa, who took off her ear buds and kissed him. “I am so happy to be home.” They kissed again and her left hand began to stroke his cock through her Master’s pants. Brett pulled her hand away gently, breathing heavily. “You know what else sets you apart from them? I think you utterly, undeniably, fucking sexy.”

Melissa bit down hard, almost drawing blood. She leaned in and kissed him hard again. “Master, can you please fuck me? I want you inside me.” Looking directly at him, she trembled slighty. Now.

Taking her hand, Master and slave exited the car and entered the house. They fooled around by the foyer and then made it up the stairs to their bedroom. Undressing her Master quickly, Melissa knelt down and stroked Brett’s cock a few times to get him hard. Neither noticed their cat running out of the room from under the bed.

Standing, Melissa stripped out of her clothes until she was naked. Brett turned to get a condom out of the desk, but Melissa grabbed his arm and tossed her Master on the bed. They eagerly made love until Brett came inside of his big, beautiful, slave. After cumming, Brett fell over next to Melissa, who snuggled up to him and almost immediately was asleep, exhausted from a long day.