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Lydie woke up earlier than usual. She gazed down at the perfect body in her arms. Even with Joy right there, warm and soft, Lydie still couldn’t quite believe that this was real.
Joy looked like an angel, her usual worried pout smoothed out in sleep. She occasionally nestled closer to Lydie, instinctually knowing that she would keep her safe.
Lydie gently scratched Joy’s scalp, and the girl sighed blissfully.
There truly was nothing more wonderful than waking up to a slave in your bed, Lydie mused. It would make it hard to leave in the mornings, though. Joy’s warmth and softness were intoxicating, and she looked so darn cute as she slept. She didn’t have to get up early today, though. The slave psychologist appointment wasn’t until the afternoon.
Joy’s eyes fluttered open after a while, the sun having crept onto her face. She looked adorably dazed.
“Mistress?” she mumbled, snuggling closer. She pressed a soft kiss to Lydie’s chest.
“Good morning, angel,” Lydie cooed. “How did you sleep?”
“The best ever,” Joy sighed.
How sweet! It must be nice for Joy to finally be allowed to sleep in the presence of her mistress. It was hard for slaves’ poor, pathetic little bodies to relax without sensing an owner’s protection. They unconsciously knew that they were weak and completely unable to fight, and needed a superior being nearby for safety.
“Mistress is so happy to hear that,” Lydie said. “Now, normally Mistress would expect you to wake first and wake her up with your mouth, but you’re not allowed to do that, are you?”
Joy’s face was forlorn. It was difficult to be stern about this when Lydie quite badly wanted to have her pet eat her out herself, but the slave needed to learn she couldn’t walk all over her.
“Instead, you may say your morning prayers.”
Lydie had enjoyed her darling’s prayers immensely last night. Truly, worship was a vital part of the master-slave bond.
Joy crawled down the bed a little way, then pressed her face into the sheets. She squirmed a little, squeaking when Lydie groped her hips.
“I- I- Mistress, I don’t know what to say to start it besides ‘Dear Mistress’! Please help me!”
“You can start out with ‘Dear Mistress’,” Lydie reassured her. It was too cute to stop. “It’s special. A special greeting from my special little slave priestess.”
“I’m special, Mistress?” Joy asked, peeking up.
“Of course you are,” Lydie cooed. “Mistress doesn’t let just any slave worship her.”
Joy smiled and put her head back down. “Um, um, dear Mistress. Hello. Thank you for letting me worship you. I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest in the whole world. Thank you for taking my vi-virginity last night. Oh, Mistress, I didn’t know anything could feel that good!”
“Of course it felt that good, darling,” said Lydie. “Your holes were made for your goddess to fuck.”
Joy whimpered, humping the air helplessly. A normal mistress would have punished the girl for the greedy display, but Lydie couldn’t bring herself to- it was too adorable.
“Please fuck me again, Mistress!” Joy sobbed, arching her back and spreading her legs. “I want my goddess to use me again, I need it, I’m so empty, please, please-“
Lydie hadn’t expected Joy to break this quickly, but it wasn’t unwelcome. She laughed.
“You’re not praying properly,” she observed. “You skipped right to requests. Are you only able to pray when you’re being used? Does Mistress need to help her poor, pathetic slave girl?”
Joy whined. “Please help me, Mistress! Please fuck the prayer out of me again! I need it, I need it, need my goddess to exert her superior power over me and control my mind, Mistress, please put me in my place, Goddess, please-“
Lydie knew she was too soft, but she couldn’t think of anything nicer than her girl worshiping as she was fucked daily.
“Alright, my love,” Lydie soothed. “Mistress will help.”
“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, Mistress! You’re so kind, so good, so benevolent, my glorious goddess!”
Lydie flipped Joy over into her back. The girl’s face was adorably flushed. She mewled submissively, legs falling open.
Lydie couldn’t ignore such a sweet offer.
“Don’t you dare come,” she warned, and buried her face in Joy’s pussy.
“Mistress!” Joy shrieked. “Mistress- what? Mistress-“
It was a tale as old as time, a slave being shocked when pleasured orally. Her shock and awe was as delicious as her pussy.
“Say your prayers, angel,” Lydie reminded gently.
“Thank you,” Joy gasped. “Thank you for reminding your slave, Mistress! Mistress, Mistress, thank you! I love you! Thank you for deigning to put your mouth on my unworthy flesh, Mistress! I can’t believe it, how are you so good? My radiant goddess, my most powerful, almighty goddess, thank you! You give me the air I breathe, you bless me with pain and pleasure and- and-“
Joy burst into sobs. She thrashed, but Lydie held her hips down, not allowing her to get any more or less pleasure than what her mistress chose to give her.
“Thank you for making me take it, Mistress,” Joy wept. “You’re everything, you control everything, I can’t escape your everlasting control, your superior will, your- your- Mistress, you’re Mistress, you’re my mistress, my goddess-“
Joy’s prayers while being pleasured weren’t always the most coherent, but they were certainly the most enjoyable. Lydie sucked on her clit, hard, and began fucking her with her fingers. She smiled at the shriek it elicited.
“My mistress is my goddess, and- and she fills my life with her light/ I tremble before her, in awe of her might,” Joy sang in a sweet, shaking voice.
Lydie pulled away, gasping. “Oh, Joy, is that a hymn?”
“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry, it’s no good,” Joy wept. “I heard it a long time ago, one of my client’s slaves, but I don’t remember any more! I’m sorry!”
Lydie kissed Joy, swallowing down her sweet little whimpers. “What a pious little choir girl I have,” she praised. “Mistress loves your voice.”
“My words aren’t enough! I need to sing, I need to worship my goddess with all of my soul, please, I want to sing your praises forevermore, please let me be your slave priestess, please, please-“
“Continue your prayer,” Lydie ordered. “Beg Mistress to let you come.”
Lydie continued eating Joy out, enjoying the girl’s tremors.
“Please, Mistress, please, it’s so good, it aches, please may I come? My p-pussy is so needy, it hurts, Mistress, goddess, please, if it would make you happy, please may I come? Please, please-“
“No,” Lydie said, smiling at the agonized whine the denial elicited. She had to keep up at least the image of sternness, after all.
“Thank you, my goddess,” Joy sobbed. “To suffer for my owner/makes my life a joy… I don’t know the rest, Mistress, sorry, sorry, forgive me, thank you for denying me, thank you for controlling my worthless slave pussy! Thank you for this ache, Mistress, thank you for allowing my suffering to be an act of worship! Thank you for letting me be your worshipper and slave priestess! Goddess, Mistress, oh, thank you, I love you, it aches so much, thank you! Love, Joy.”
She was too cute. It was incredibly hard not to squeal at Joy’s sheer adorableness. Lydie kissed the girl soundly, playing with her nipples just to make her squirm.
“Good girl,” Lydie praised. “What a sweet prayer for Mistress. Mistress loves you, beautiful.”
“Love you,” Joy panted. She sucked Lydia’s fingers happily when they were presented to her.
“Let’s get ready to go now. We’ll get brunch before your psychologist appointment.”