FROM KINKY TO SLAVE CHAPTER 16: A DAY AT HOME

What was a day at home like, what schedule had the Master set for me, what things did I have to do. From the moment I came to live with him, he made it even clearer, in case I still didn't understand, that my life by his side was not going to be that of a normal boy, but that of a common dog and slave. I didn't mind, in fact, I already liked the life I was having. I felt protected and cared for, despite the fact that that day I felt like using it (you already know what I'm referring to, right?). I looked at it and grabbed it with my right hand. I missed jerking off and maybe if I did it well, the Master would let me cum.

At 8, I got up. Not because I decided to, but because the Master had installed an app that gave me instructions when he didn't do it directly. It had a series of alarms that he had defined to organize my daily routine. All his slaves had it, although the rules changed depending on who it was. The boys from outside (who didn't live with him) were permanently geolocated, for example. I showered quickly and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. For the Master, black coffee, a jar of jam with bread and butter, and a freshly squeezed orange juice, all nicely arranged on a tray. For me, in a bowl, milk and a cookie; I had the order to always eat breakfast before the Master, so that when he did, I would be at his disposal in case he needed something. I would stay still, or on all fours, licking his feet as he sometimes ordered me to do on some mornings. I didn't have a set time. Afterward, he would tell me to pick up the breakfast and leave everything clean.

At 8:30, the Master would go up to finish getting dressed and ready, while I was told to do squats and flexions during that time. Every day, counting out loud, and recording them on my phone to leave a record, every week that passed, the Master would increase the number, and I would get more comfortable doing the exercise. If I finished before the hour was up, the Master would order me to get on my knees, with my hands in a cross, counting out loud as well, until he came down and put his hand on my head as a signal that I could stop; one morning, I counted up to 276, which was the record.

From then on, the task would begin. The Master would order me to sweep and mop the entire house, thoroughly. While he sat at the dining table, with his computer, reviewing his work things. The house was very large, so it took me quite a while, at least an hour, every day.

After that, it was time to make the beds and put the dirty laundry in the washing machine. Although the Master had expressly ordered me to wash his underpants by hand. I loved the Master's underpants. Before washing them, I couldn't resist the temptation to smell them. The Master's body odor fascinated me. One morning, he caught me doing it, and he had a rod in his hand. He spanked my ass for that.

Ah, I complained

What are you doing? he asked me in an angry tone

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