Smiling, Jon shook his new pet awake. "Hey, Karyn," he leered down at her. "Have a nice nap?"
Seeing him, Karyn immediately spoke up cheerily, "Hello, Master. Yes, a nap is always nice after pleasing you."
This is like every guy's wet dream, Jon thought with a grin. "Notice anything... odd?"
"Odd?" Karyn looked confused. As far as she was concerned everything was business as usual. Then she noticed what her master was holding. "That rock... You don't usually carry that."
"I suppose I don't," Jon chuckled, setting the stone on his bedside table. "Do you like being my pet, Karyn?"
"Of course I do," she answered at once. "You're a good master, Jon. I mean, even when you punish me, you do it for my own good and to make me a better woman. Trust me, I know how lucky I am."
Jon could only grin at her. "And... not being able to say no? That doesn't bother you?"
Karyn paused. That was a very strange thing for her master to say. To tell the truth, she hadn't given the matter much thought since obedience school when she was a young girl. She supposed she did mind it a bit, like she would rather not doing some of the more unusual sexual acts her master came up with, nor did she like having sex with other girls...
Frankly, there were a lot of things she wished she could say no to, but the question was: Was telling the truth the best way to make her master happy? She didn't think so. No, her master just wanted to feel affirmed, and it was her duty as his loyal slave to make him happy. "No, Master," she lied. "I know that whatever you tell me to do is for the best."
Jon wondered if he could possibly be more turned on than right now. "Give me a handjob," he ordered, grinning widely as his sex slave energetically reached into his pants. "Oh, and use your mouth too."
