It was Sarah McMillan, the bitch cheerleader from school. She rolled over, moaning quietly in her sleep. She was completely nude, giving Jon a clear view of her cute ass, dd-cup breasts and shaved pussy. All the things Jon had always wanted to see were on full display. Jon brushed Sarah's long, blonde hair off of her face and noticed that she was wearing a collar, like a cat or dog would wear. There was a small, blinking light on it.
Jon, wondering what the collar was for, slid his hand along the curve of Sarah's hip. Sarah opened her eyes and said, "Five more minutes, Master. Then I'll make you breakfast. I'm tired and its so warm next to you." She closed her eyes and snuggled close to Jon. Jon felt his cock stiffen. Master? Jon thought. What's going on?
"All right," said Jon. "A few more minutes." He put his arms around the sleeping girl and kissed her on the top of her head. It seemed so natural.
"Thank you," Sarah said sleepily.
They lay like that for about 15 minutes. Then there was a knock at the door. "Get up, Jon," he heard his mother say. "And make sure Sarah gets up and makes breakfast." Jon woke Sarah up. As Jon dressed, Sarah put on a sexy and revealing maid's outfit. She bent down to put on her shoes, showing off her panties. As Sarah went to the kitchen, Jon's mom stopped him. "I know you like to let Sarah sleep in," she said. "But you need to keep a tight leash on slave girls. You might spoil her if you give her too much freedom."
"Don't worry, Mom," said Jon. Sarah's my sex slave? Jon thought. This is going to be great. "I'll keep her disciplined."
"I mean it, Jon," said his mom. "I know she's your slave girl, but that doesn't mean she can abuse your trust and be disobedient towards the rest of us. She's started talking back to Zoe, and she's starting to get insolent with me. She 'forgot' to make my breakfast yesterday before I had to go to my meeting. Can you talk to her, please?"
"All right, Mom," said Jon. "I'll talk to her today." It was a weekend, so Jon figured he had plenty of time.
"Thank you, dear," said his mom. "It's great that you love her, but she is still just a slave girl and just because you're her owner doesn't give her the right to disrespect the rest of us."
Jon waited for his mother to leave, then made a quick wish. Sarah was indeed his sex slave. She had her own bed in his room, similar to a pet bed, though she often slept in his bed. She had a submissive personality and eagerly obeyed his every whim. In addition to serving Jon sexually, she was a servant, confidant and friend. Her collar was a Slave Crown Deluxe, which prompted her body to release hormones associated with pleasure and happiness when she obeyed Jon. Such sex slaves were fairly common, though it was almost unheard of for a single person to have more than one. Sex slaves were a jealous lot. Some families had a separate sex slave for each member of the household.
Breakfast proceeded normally. Sarah appeared to be perfectly respectful, making everyone's breakfast with a smile before sitting down on Jon's lap while he ate. She offered to feed Jon his breakfast, causing Zoe to roll her eyes in disgust. Jon declined.
Once breakfast was done, Sarah cleared the table and began washing the dishes. "Sarah," he said, once the others were gone.
"Yes, Master?" Sarah asked.
"I want to talk to you, sweety," Jon said. "And I want to do it alone." With the emphasis Jon put on alone, Sarah knew she was in trouble.
Letting Sarah finish the dishes, Jon pulled her into his room. "Mom says you're getting disrespectful towards her and Zoe," he said.
"They give me orders, Master," Sarah protested. "They don't own me; you do. Only you have that right."
"I know that, sweety," said Jon. "But I want you to help them out. Mom's raising us by herself. She's a busy woman and doesn't have anyone to help her out. So please; when she tells you to do chores around the house, or to make her breakfast special, please do it. And try to be respectful, or at least act like you are. And try to do the same thing for Zoe, particularly regarding the backtalk. I'd really appreciate it."
"All right," pouted Sarah. "I'll do it. But I'm coming to you first if she asks me anything above and beyond the cooking and cleaning."
Jon conceeded her point. She was, after all, his sex slave. He didn't want his mother and sister abusing Sarah's position any more than he wanted Sarah disrespecting his mother and sister. He slapped her playfully on the ass and told her she could go. She kissed him and skipped off, her panties showing with every bounce of her skirt.
