The Love of Ownership

Amara


Master woke me up around 4:30, I wasn't too pleased with the earliness, but I knew I had to get ready for the market which started at seven. I was in the bath, getting clean while Master was downstairs loading up my labors into His truck. When we had gotten up, He got in the shower immediately. Knowing that He would rather be going to bed at this hour rather than having to wake up, I went downstairs and made Him a thermos of tea, and a small breakfast of sausage and eggs, along with two heat and serve biscuits. After getting out of the shower and finding the breakfast I had made Him, He was visibly happier and much more awake. I then took my leave to get ready and He got everything into the truck.

As I got out and began to dress, I remembered the rules that I had to follow. “Master?” I called out to the room below, hoping he would hear it.

“Yes, pet?” He responded quickly, I guessed that He was in the kitchen.

“I need Your help to get ready.” He knew exactly what I meant and bounded up the stairs. I laid back on the bed, my legs spread wide and my slit dripping from the thought of Him seeing me in this way.

He smiled at my exposed womanhood and slid a finger along it. I gasped quietly at His touch. He then attached the vibe and went back on His way, leaving me both horny and unsatisfied. I tried wearing pants at first, but it became quickly apparent that the vibe would show through, and the pressure was liable to make it impossible for me to keep my composure once Master started teasing me. I then opted for a sundress, It was supposed to be the first warm day of the season, so I felt it would be good to celebrate, and it would hide my secret well.

I was finally dressed, and I made my way down to my Master, who was waiting for me in the truck. As we arrived in the lot reserved for stand holders, I realized I didn't have a table or anything to work with. “Master! I don't have a table, or a tent, or anything!”

He smiled and picked up a load from the truck. “Don't worry pet, I took care of that.” We walked down the street, looking for my stand, I was nervously checking the binder I had made last night that was filled with all of my prices, costs sheets and other miscellaneous bits of information. Suddenly he waved to someone and I realized that the person there was in my spot. “Hey gents, they're here.” The person that Master had waved to was calling inside the tent. As they came out I finally recognized them. The ensemble was kind of entertaining as each of the four guys had met Master while he was in a different degree. I knew the one from Master's community college years because I had gone to that school and hung out with him previously. The ones from high school and university were familiar, as Master had hung out with them a lot even after he graduated. The one from grad school was the one who called out to us. He was dubbed Master's slave by the other members of the department, after some inside joke. I didn't like him as much as the others, but I wasn't sure if I just didn't like him, or I was just being protective and subliminally didn't like him because I wanted to be the only one that Master owned.

Either way, the four men had been working on setting up my stand. They had set up a chilled display case, a short bar table for me to stand at, as well as a shorter card table that Master would be sitting behind. He told me that He would be handling the money so He could keep track of my profits.

What was sitting on his table however caught me by surprise. The cash register appeared to be an old laptop sitting on top of an even older cash drawer. His friend from high school, Cameron, pointed to the set up and looked at Master. “You know how hard I had to look for that damn laptop?”

“Not as long as it took me to find that cash drawer.” Master replied nonchalantly, “you are aware how old the drawer is right?”

I knew I might get into trouble for it later, but I piped in, “why were you looking for an old cash drawer?”

Master smiled at me as if it was a silly question, he walked over and entered a command on the laptop, then the drawer opened with a classic *DING!* “That's why.” He smiled to himself, proud of such a simple thing.

Cameron rebuttals quickly, they had been friends for a long time, so I knew his comment was readied. “I could have added a bell to a new drawer, or even better, I could have recorded the sound from a register down at the antique shop, and you could have written the ten lines of code it would have taken to make the sound play every time you opened the drawer.” I remember that Cameron and Master had worked on computers together, but Cameron took more of a liking to robotics than code.

Master returned in key, “Well I didn't want it to look like Frankenstein’s monster, and using a recording is just tacky.”

They continued to argue as the five men unpacked the truck and stocked everything in my stand. The argument finished with the work and the guys prepared to say their farewells.

Cameron noticed my collar, and decided that he would take one last jab at Master before he left. He took my hand in his, took a half knee, and kissed my hand, bidding me farewell as if I was a princess. He knew it irked Master to no end to see someone else doting on His girl, but Master would not do anything about it, as he knew that Cameron was queer as a three dollar bill.

Knowing that the game was afoot, Ryan, Masters friend from community college, did the same, Ryan was also gay. Kent, from university, saw what was happening, and played along, while not gay, Kent had no interest in me due to his preference of girls, leaving Steve confused, and reeling to preform the same, he however was not gay, making this incredibly awkward for him. By the third kiss I was blushing furiously. My hands were a weak point of mine, and 4 guys, 3 of whom I knew well, were abusing that fact. I would have been angry, but seeing Steve bow down to me gave that jealous side of me a bit of smug satisfaction, implying that Steve was also my slave, by extension.

Finally the day began, Master handling the laptop and register with uncanny ease. I guess His computer skills are even greater than I thought. At first I forget the game, but after a few minutes, I get a customer to buy a few brownies. As master opens the register I feel the buzz between my thighs... Master wired the register to my vibe! That means... every time I get a sale, I have to be careful. At first it wasn't an issue, then it started to wear on me until it was hard to focus, then I started looking at master every time I made a sale, every time he just smiled, shaking his head. Then somewhere around noon it happened. I have to guess I hit 100 because I noticed his screen light up, then the pleasure against my clit became unbearable. I came on the spot... luckily I was already leaning on the counter, or I would have fallen over right there, as my knees gave out underneath me. The elderly woman who had just bought a brownie for her grandson looked at me with surprise.

“Dearie, are you alright?”

Quick... lie... quick... “Oh, yes, ma'am, there was just a cool breeze, gave me quite the shiver.”

She smiled quietly and replied “Well that's what you get for wearing a dress this early, Just because the sun's out doesn't mean its not cold as the dickens!” Her scolding was playful as she walked away.

I turned on my Master, “Did you have to do it right in front of that lady?”

His grin was all the answer I needed, He had enjoyed every second of my torment and would do it again given the chance.He was then given several as people had lunch then came to me for a sweet finish to their meal. In two hours time, I had three “sweet finishes” of my own. I was starting to get tired and my pussy was begging for something to fill it. Looking at my master made it even harder as he was sporting a large erection under the table... an erection only I could see, and one that made it even harder to focus as I imagined his hot meat filling my slit. My body began to drip at the though so I shook the though from my head.The day continued. I only got one more orgasm before we ran out of product. It was 5:40. I figured that after starting at eight, I made a good amount of sales.

As Master finished the final calculations he tells me, “Congratulations, you made 150 dollars of net profit.”

He hands me 75 dollars and we begin to pack up. I wonder what to do with the money as we get back in the truck.