I wake up with my head on Masters chest, his hand stroking my strawberry blonde hair, like every morning for the past two months. I smile and untangle myself from Master and walk to my dresser and pull on a pair of bright red boxer briefs before heading to the kitchen. As I make our omelets, a task I'm now so used to, my mind wanders.
The past two months I have learned a lot about Master. He is a very kind man, he has brought many other slaves home, most of which were in a very bad way. He cares for them and when they're healthy he give them to a friend of his who is just as nice as himself. I'm the only one he has kept.
Aside from the other slaves, Master and I have fallen into an easy routine; I get up and make breakfast, he'll shower then join me for breakfast, then he goes to his office, I clean the dishes, shower, tidy the house, make his lunch and if there are no more tasks Master lets me stay with him while he works, I sit on his lap and watch until it's time to start supper, after supper dishes are done we relax and watch tv or we play before bed. Today is no different; we go through the motions but don't play before bed. I fall asleep happily in his arms.
I open my eyes and know something is different than normal. It takes me a minute to realize that I'm alone, lying on my back with my wings splayed out. Normally I'm cuddled into Master with my wings folded neatly to my back. Sitting up I see a vase on my dresser with white roses in it. I smile and clamber out of bed to smell the sweet fragrance of the beautiful flowers. Pulling on a pair of jeans, I go to find Master, I follow the smell of bacon to the kitchen and see Master standing in front of the stove in a pair of sweatpants.
I stay in the hallway so I can discreetly watch him move around the kitchen, "Are you going to stand there all day, Pet?" I gasp as my cheeks heat up. His rich laughter fills the room, smiling I walk into the room and wrap my arms around him and lean against his strong back. His hands rub my arms, affectionately.
"Master, why are you making breakfast? You could have woken me if you were hungry." Turning in my arms, he wraps his arms around me and kisses my head.
"First of all, you look so beautiful in your sleep with your wings splayed everywhere. Secondly, today is a special day. You get to sleep in on special days."
"Master it's a Thursday, why is today special?" My brow knits together while I try to figure it out.
He pulls back to look me in the eyes, "You really don't know Pet?" I shake my head 'no'. He grins hugely at me, "Then I won't ruin the surprise." Leaning down he delivers a smoldering kiss on my lips causing me to shiver and my wings to twitch.
"I don't understand." Have I forgotten an important day for Master? His business deal he had in the works perhaps? No, that doesn't close for a few more weeks. What else could it be?
"Now, go sit at the table," with a playful smack to my ass, Master turns back to the stove. Still confused, I go to the small round table and sit in my chair. I'm still trying to figure out the occasion when a plate of chocolate chip pancakes is placed in front of me. I smile, chocolate chip pancakes are one of my favorites.
Master sits across from me with a similar plate and we eat breakfast quietly. Master says he'll do the dishes and sends me into the living room to pick out a few movies for us to watch. He knows I love watching movies and cuddling with him as well as pancakes, I still don't understand what's going on. It's Thursday, Master should be at work right now, not watching movies with me.
I shake my head and browse the book case filled with movies and select two scary movies without giving it much consideration. Master likes horror movies and if I get to cuddle into his side, I don't care what it is we watch. Master comes into the living room and starts the first movie.
Huddling close to him, my heart begins to beat rapidly I begin to think about something one of the recent slaves had said to me. Her name was Richelle, she wasn't here long and was very quiet but she was one of those people who see everything. She would be in the room and you'd think she was in a place all her own but she absorbed everything around her. Just before she left she said something odd, "You don't understand what you feel, do you?"
I remember looking at her and saying, "Of course I know how I feel."
She rolled her eyes and tossed her long hair over her shoulder, "Yes, but do you understand what it is? Do you understand that it's love?"
"Love?" I tested the word, unsure. I know what love is, my parents loved each other, but she couldn't mean I feel that way about Master. He is my Master not my lover. "You're out of you mind!"
Richelle put her hands up in mock defeat, "Okay, whatever you say."
Could she have been right? Was I in love with Master? The feeling I get when he holds me, or when he gives me little gifts here and there, is that love? If it is, should I tell Master or keep it to myself?
By the time the second movie had ended I had come to the conclusion that I am in love with Master and that he can't know. He could get angry or be upset. Richelle had been sent away from a good Master because she fell in love and I don't want to leave my Master.
"Okay Pet, stay here while I put something together for lunch." While I wait I listen to Master move about the kitchen, occasionally he'll curse and I imagine him dropping something or nicking his finger as he's done many times. He returns holding a wicker basket in one hand and a blanket draped over another, "Come on, follow me."