The large man was yet another slave of my new Master. His name was Guy and, while he didn't seem very apologetic while he was locking me in a cage at the end of what I assumed to be my new Master's bed, he awoke me the next morning and told me he was in fact very sorry for the way he treated me the night before. The man I was to be serving was a tall, almost gangly man and he smelled like books. The only time I saw him for the first three seasons was in bed. He was simple and easy to please, never wanting much and falling asleep quickly. In fact, he was quite boring and I got tired of doing nothing all day and then doing almost that during the night time.
During the day, I was locked up in that same cage and I actually began to fear for the health of both my body and my mind. While being locked at the end of a bed was familiar, I had truly was given nothing to think about and barely anything to physically ~do~. Often, I simply laid there, bored and naked, staring at the ceiling of my cage. The responsibility of taking care of me fell to none other than Guy, who was a kind, gentle man who I actually became quite fond of. Whenever the Master was gone, Guy would let me out and oftentimes I could be found in the library with him. He taught me how to read and we would sit about talking of things for the entire day until just before the Master was due home and I was to be returned to my cage. It went on like this for two whole seasons, and I finally learned what had happened to the world concerning the Darkness. It...was baffling, but once again, it truly didn't concern my world, so I wasn't overly concerned with it. My little universe revolved around wherever I happened to take up residence, and then it was consumed by boring sex with the Master and intriguing conversation with Guy.
Finally, Autumn came, and with it cold weather and a fire in the grand fireplace within the library. The days went on and on and I became more and more attatched to Guy. He was kind to me, he was smart and protective and, I admit, very attractive. As often as possible, I made a point of sitting in his lap while we read, or snuggling up to him and I think he knew right away what I was getting at. Finally, I think I bothered him quite a bit one day and he picked me up (not a hard thing to do, considering our difference in size), set me on the table before the fire, and looked me in the eyes. I remember giggling stupidly, because Guy had very fine eyes to look into, and the entire set up in the library was like something from one of the silly romantic stories I had found.
With his back to the fire, Guy stood before me, hands on my shoulders, and explained to me that we could not be together, giving me several excuses and explanations as to why, many of which including the words, "If the Master found out..." and then completely nullified his point by kissing me greedily and climbing onto the table above me. I remember him pushing me back, flat on the table and books dropping to the floor as my hands instinctively went above my head. This didn't even earn me a quizzical expression, as I had expected. Instead, one hand wrapped around both my wrists as the crept up my dress, pushing the material up with his hand. And for once, it didn't feel like being put it "use." It felt synonymous with love-making, how Matilda had drunkenly described it so long ago. I felt...loved.
After that first time with Guy, it didn't feel torturous to be put to use by the Master because I knew something better was waiting the next day. Oftentimes, our conversations melted into kissing after that milestone in our friendship, but we were careful not to get caught. We both knew we'd be severely punished should we ever be found out.
After Darkfall came, the Master came about the household a lot more. I was kept under lock and key day and night, for he was always about. I grew more and more restless and finally, begged Guy to let me out one day. The Master had left the house for a bit and I had not been out in what felt like ages. In fact, I had not been TOUCHED save for a few times. I was damn near dying to be used, it was excruciating.
Guy let me out, reluctantly, telling me that I could only be out for a bit and I sat on the bed of our Master and looked pleadingly up at him, naked as I was. I remember him turning from me to scold me properly, for he was distracted by my lack of clothing. I begged, down on my knees, I begged to be used and finally, Guy caved and turned from his ashamed position, plucked me from the floor and tossed me onto the bed. I never have minded being manhandled, especially after being with him, and I do believe he is the reason for it. He was atop me quickly and I had never felt so happy, and never have since. I remember him kissing me in the greedy fashion he always had and I followed suit, my hands held above my head by a single large hand. We ~made~love~ and climaxed together...just as the Master walked in.
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