The older couple was more shocked than me when he came around a small food stall. The woman screamed, and her husband covered her eyes shouting profanities at my slave.
I'm not gay, but I do admit to watching bi porn. Men just don't turn me on, and I'm not against their sexual preference, but I expected a beautiful, curvaceous brickhouse that I could just pound for hours. So instead, I got Steve, the muscular, clean-cut fireman, walking, then running toward me.
"MASTER! OH MASTER!" he yelled, and I started to step back, realizing he wasn't slowing down. Then I ran, scared for my life.
"Wait! You're running too fast, Master. Wait for me...OMPH!"
I heard the crash and slowed down to look back. Steve, and I am just using that name now, had tripped over a set of recycling bins sitting too far out on the sidewalk.
"Whaaa, Master, I'm hurt! Whaa!"
Dear God, was I that useless and pathetic of a human being that you let me get stuck in a contract with Hell for babysitting a 6'3 ton of muscle that cries like a 6yr old boy?
This was not good. He was crying on the sidewalk, holding his leg, naked. I started running to the apartment again. Screw the contract. I wasn't any ones Master at this point. I was only a fool, and if Hell comes for me, then so be it.
"Please, Master, don't leave me! I'll do whatever you want. I swear, I really do!"
I shouldn't have stopped, but I missed the opportunity to try and get out of the contract again. The voice I heard this time wasn't Steves. It was female.
Turning around, there she was. Beautiful, large breasts that bounced with each sob. Long legs and smooth skin. Did my eyes and ears deceive me? Was Hell playing a trick on me? At that moment, I didn't care. I ran straight for her.
As I ran, all my mind could think of was boobies and ass. Hot, sweaty nights of making her cry my name, yes, sir!
But when I got closer, the useless human emotions that I don't like admitting I have started to kick in. I felt bad she was hurt and ashamed I was the cause of it.
Her big violet, teary eyes looked up, and I almost cried. Especially from the nasty scrape on her knee, how dare it mark up her perfectly smooth legs!
She was sniffling as I held out my hand, and when I helped her stand, she threw her arms around me and started to cry into my chest. She was a little shorter than I had thought.
"Sniffle... Master was unhappy to see me... Master was going to leave me... Sniffle... I am sorry, Master, I didn't know you liked vaginas."
If my eyes weren't already wide enough with feeling her hard nipples pressed into my chest, they were about to jump out and roll across the sidewalk with the word vagina coming from her pouty lips.
I patted her bare back, up by her shoulder with one hand, and wasn't sure where to put the other hand when suddenly she grabbed it and placed it on her asscheek.
"Spank me, Master. I was bad! Please punish me!"
Her sobbing had stopped, and her voice turned sultry, making me fully erect. I knew she had felt it when she started rubbing the front of her body against mine.
I was so out of my mind, trying to soothe her. Only then did I notice the old couple still at the food stall. Again, the husband was still covering his wife's eyes, but this time, he was smiling with his mouth open and peering through his thick glasses at my slave.
"I forgive you, just... just hold on for a moment, uh, please," I said breathlessly, not wanting to stop.
I held her at arm's length as she looked through her bangs at me again. The act of it was so damned hot that I almost lost it right there.
"You can't be out here naked. Let's go back to my apartment," I told her, taking my outer shirt off and putting it over her head.
I wasn't a big guy, but the shirt reached her knees, which was good enough.
"Yay! Does that mean you are happy with me, Master?"
Her voice was suddenly childlike, and I nodded, patting her on the head. She linked her arm with mine and rubbed her cheek against it.
Now, you probably think I'm doing pretty well, right? Taking on the whole Master role, right? Well, you're unfortunately wrong. Deep down inside, I was shitting bricks, and every fantasy I had planned was thrown out the window.
This girl was not your average pornstar. She was something of legend like she had just walked out of some Hentai comic, and I am not just saying that. The twinkle, that one spot on the eyes that draws your attention and then sucks you in. She had the twinkle.
We got closer to the apartment, and I was still looking down at her. My shirt hugged against her breasts as they faithfully jiggled with each step. How was I going to do this? She was beyond my league. I was just some poor office worker, a slob that nobody paid attention to.
I was even worse than the guy that goes around to everyone's cubicle handing out his new business card. "GET A LIFE BRAD" is what I want to yell at him someday.
People noticed Brad, even if they hated him. On the other hand, I'm never reminded of team luncheons. No one comes to my cubicle to gossip with me. Even my boss calls me "Sal" because he doesn't know my real name. My office mail with my name on it always ends up in the return-to-sender bin because no one knows who Ceil Jankins is.
But here I was, with the most delicate, perfect creature in the world clinging onto my arm and calling me Master. The pressure alone made my head spin.
"Uhm, you may want to hold your nose. The trash smells awful," I said quickly before we got to the steps.
She pinched her nose and said in a cute, nasally voice, "Emkay, Master."
It made me smile and chuckle as I led her through the doors and up the stairs to my apartment.
"Oh, I should have asked. I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"Dote now, Masther."
She said it in a nasal tone again, and I turned around to see her still pinching her nose.
"Hey! You can let go now," I said, feeling bad for her cute little pert nose.
She nodded and then held out the small star shaped metal tag from the red leather collar around her neck, "What does it say, Master?"
When I read it, it first said Esor, but then the name melted away and was replaced by Rose.
I laughed a little unnerved while unlocking the door and going in.
"It says, Rose. But let me ask you, is that some kind of trick you can do, changing from female to male?"
She nodded, "Yes, Master, but I can only do that once. It is one of the rules of the contract. I must recognize my Master's preference in gender, looks, and sexual appetite."
I nodded, swearing at myself for not reading the contract.
Looking then at her pretty neck where the collar sat around it, I felt terrible. Yeah, she was my slave, but I wasn't going to treat her like a dog, not really, not at this time.
"Do you want to take this off?" I started to say as I reached for the collar, but she wrapped her hands around her neck in a chokehold and shook her head.
"No, Master! You can never remove it! If you take it off me, then I can no longer stay with you! Please don't take it off me, Master! Please!"
I dropped my hands as her pretty eyes started to water, breaking my heart, and I patted her head again, "Okay, Rose, I won't take off."
And just like that, she went from being sad and terrified to grabbing my hands and jumping for joy.
"Tee hee, Rose can stay! Rose can stay!"