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Daylily’s new life with Master was the most wonderful, most perfect life any slave had ever had.
Master was so nice! Nobody had ever been so nice to a slave ever! And He fucked Daylily all the time, every day, and fed Daylily people food, and made him come, and gave him presents, and never beat him even when Daylily had dropped a hot casserole on the floor and ruined both dinner and the dish it was in! He even let Daylily sleep in His bed with Him!
It was so so so good, every day was so good, and Daylily was so happy, more than he’d ever been in his entire life!
Daylily had had a hard time before Master. When he had been very young, he’d been bought by an old man who hurt him so much, all the time, in ways Daylily didn’t like to think about. He still got terrible leg aches, because Master had liked to break his legs and then rebreak them once they healed.
But one of his houseslaves, an old man, had felt terrible for Daylily and had told him lovely stories when he cried at night. Stories about slaves that were rescued by their soulmate, their perfect and devoted Masters who would take them far away from all of the pain and suffering to love them and take care of them forever and ever!
Daylily had known that if he was just brave and obedient, someday he’d be saved, and he’d fall in love with his very own Master soulmate, and he’d never be sad again! It was the only thing that ever got him through the day. Daylily would have been totally lost to despair if he hadn’t had that glimmer of hope, especially when the kindly old slave had died and all the other slaves were too frightened to speak to him out of fear of angering the master. Even knowing the stories, Daylily had sometimes contemplated things best not thought about.
When his master had died, Daylily and all the slaves went to his daughter. Daylily thought she might be his soulmate, and had been so excited, but she had no interest in him. She had sold him along quickly.
Daylily went from household to household, and they tried to train him in all sorts of things like cleaning and cooking and gardening. He enjoyed it, but he was expected to be on his feet all day, and it was so hard on his legs, so he fell down a lot. That would have been forgivable on its own, but Daylily was far too talkative. He talked with the other slaves, he talked with guests, he talked with the masters. He had been so silent at his first master’s house, it felt like all his words were now impossible to keep back, like the seal had broken from using it too much. And what if his master was his soulmate, and they wouldn’t find out unless they noticed him? What if he lived forever in his soulmate’s house and never knew??? That would be terrible!!!!!!!!! The worst thing ever ever ever!
Unfortunately, Daylily had become an adult, and so his mistakes were given less and less leniency with every year that passed, and finally his last master had had enough. He drove Daylily to the shelter and left him there.
This was upsetting at first, but Daylily knew he just had to wait and his soulmate would come through the doors! He bounded up to everyone who entered the place, hoping it was finally them!
It had been hard, because many people had yelled or kicked him for being a bad boy and talking too much, and some had been nice but had said no, and some seriously considered him but had chosen another slave at the last second. But that just meant they weren’t his soulmate! Daylily wasn’t being beaten in the shelter, his bones weren’t being broken, and he had plenty of slave chow and water. Really, it was like a vacation! He had nothing to complain about! He could wait for Master Right, easily!
And how right he had been! He thanked the old slave every day, offering his spirit a portion of his food at every meal in gratitude. Had he not told him about this joy, Daylily never would have experienced it!
Master was perfect, and He was Daylily’s soulmate, and He was everything Daylily had hoped for and more! And Daylily wasn’t a drudge slave, or a torture slave, he was a genuine pleasure slave like in the stories! Of course he did chores, too, because Master had no other slaves, but that was even more romantic! He was nearly like Master’s own slave husband!
Daylily hoped he could become Master’s slave husband someday, but he knew it was naughty of him to hope for such a thing when he was already so lucky as to be His soulmate.
Every day with Him was unending bliss.
Until it rained for the first time since Master had taken him home. Daylily’s legs began to act up. He tried to ignore the pain, but it just got worse and worse until he had to lie on the floor in the kitchen where he had been doing dishes and cry.
Master walked in, looking so handsome that Daylily almost forgot his pain.
“I’m… I’m so sorry,” Master said sadly.
“Oh, Master!” said Daylily. He tried to stop his sobbing and present Master with a smile. “It’s sorry for making a racket, Master!”
“You can cry,” Master said. “I’m not so awful as to deprive you of that. Not yet, at least…”
“Master is so nice!” Daylily cried. He pressed several kisses to His feet. “It’s only pain, it’s sorry it’s making such a fuss!”
“Pain?” Master asked, looking stricken.
“Only from old injuries,” Daylily said. “This whore’s legs sometimes act up, is all.”
“…Injuries?”
“Nothing bad, Master! It wasn’t an accident or anything, it was all on purpose!”
This did not seem like it comforted Master.
Taking a deep breath, Master scooped him up in His arms. It was so wonderful, so romantic! Daylily flung his arms around Master, squealing happily.
Then Master was settling them both down on the couch and taking Daylily’s legs in His lap.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” He said gravely. “Or if it makes it hurt more. It might… I’m so sorry.”
“It always always always wants Master’s touch!” Daylily protested. “Even if it hurts! Master can do whatever He wants to His devoted fucktoy! It loves You, Master!”
“Where is the worst of the pain?”
Daylily pointed to the spot on his legs that hurt the most, and Master began to massage it.
Daylily gasped. Master stopped at once, head shooting up.
“Are you alright?” He asked frantically.
“Yes, Master,” Daylily sighed. “It just felt so good!”
“…You’re telling the truth?”
“Yes, Master, always!”
Master continued rubbing his legs. His hands were so skilled, and they dissipated the pain so easily. It wasn’t gone completely, but it was leagues better than before. Daylily was putty by the time Master was done.
“Ooh, Master,” Daylily sighed. “Won’t You fuck Your worshipful slut, Master?”
“No,” Master said. “No, Daylily, I wouldn’t do that. Not while you’re in pain, I swear.”
Daylily felt so much better… but he now rather wished Master hadn’t found out he was in pain.