Blocky the Slavepone 2

>Be Blocky.
>The morning sunlight broke through the blinds to your right, hitting your Master square in the eyes.
>He groaned, shuffling around in bed, inevitably waking you up in the process.
>You blinked a couple times, allowing your vision to adjust to the dim room.
>Peering at his clock, you realized Master had slept past 6:30.
>That could mean only one thing.
>It was Saturday!
>Saturdays and Sundays were always the best days!
>You grinned, carefully unwrapping your hooves from around Master so as to not disturb him.
>He always expected breakfast made before he got up on the weekends, so no time to cuddle!
>You rolled out of bed, your chain making its quiet clinking noises while you moved.
>Trotting out of the bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen and fished some breakfast foods out of the fridge.
>Bacon, eggs, butter.
>And you could never forget the bread from the cupboard!
>Master loved French Toast, after all!
>You got to work cooking his favorite breakfast, preparing it just the way he liked.
>Crispy bacon, extra butter on the French Toast.
>As always, you found yourself humming while the food cooked, your head always filling itself with odd music whenever you found yourself busy.
>Your body moved a little to the beat in your head, your rump shaking, your hooves tapping, your head bobbing a little.
>It was fun!
>Master seemed to be okay with it, too!
>He was okay with a lot of things!
>When you were captured some time ago, you didn't know what to think!
>All the other ponies captured with you talked about how scary being enslaved was.
>It was always a little weird to think that, because...
>Well...
>Being a slave was the kind of thing that always made your face go hot and did funny things...down there.
>Yes, down THERE.
>Master never seemed to notice, though!
>When he put this outfit on you, you thought you were going to just melt!
>But somehow you've managed to control these funny feelings!
>Even if they made you feel so good sometimes...
>You only wish he'd pull on the chain just...
>A little...
>More...
>Your reverie was broken as you felt the heat of the frying pan hit your face, the bacon sizzling away.
>You quickly flipped the bacon with your spatula, using your hooves just as master had taught you.
>Phew!
>That was a close one!
>Master didn't like burnt bacon!
>You finished the rest of the bacon, setting it on a plate with a paper towel.
>Too much grease and the bacon got soggy!
>You started work on the French Toast, grabbing some vanilla and cinnamon and tossing some in a bowl with broken eggs.
>You always made such a mess, but you'd clean it!
>Anything for Master!
>He wouldn't mind if you took your time, either!
>He never really did seem that strict!
>The harshest punishment he'd ever given you was smaller meals.
>You felt starved most of those days, but it was better than actually being starved!
>It really IS funny when you thought about it!
>Those other mares were so terrified of being slaves, but you never had to worry!
>Just as long as you did what you were told!
>Hopefully they got masters just as nice as yours!
>Right as you finished that thought, the last slice of toast was done, ready to be set on a plate and served to Master!
>A rumbling in your stomach reminded you that you had to eat, too!
>It was time to tell Master breakfast was ready!
>That way you could also eat!
>Never eat a meal without him. That was the rule!
>You trotted back to the bedroom, your Master covering his head with his pillow.
"Master, breakfast is ready!~"
>"Hrngg..."
>He lowered the pillow, his tired eyes meeting yours.
>"French Toast?"
"French Toast!"
>There was a pause before he threw his covers off and got out of bed.
>You followed him, licking your lips at the thought of syrupy toast.
>But you knew better than to get ahead of yourself.
>Once Master sat down at the table, you put two slices of toast and bacon on his plate.
>He always got the first serving.
>Looking at the meal, though...
>You forgot something!
>"Blocky, you-"
"I know, Master! I'm sorry, I'll get your orange juice right away!"
>Your hooves shot into the cupboards, quickly nabbing a glass before going right to the fridge for orange juice.
>The glass of fruit juice sat in front of Master in an instant.
>"That's better."
>Never forget the orange juice!
>You didn't want to disappoint Master!
>You'd be a bad slave otherwise!
>He took a sip of his drink before getting to his food, signaling that you could get your plate now.
>Great! You were hungry!
>You grabbed a couple slices of toast and sat down across from Master at the table.
>Meals were always quiet, but that was okay!
>You knew Master had other ways to interact with you, after all!
>Once breakfast was over, you washed the dishes and prepared for your favorite part of the weekends.
>Bath time, but with Master!
>The two of you went right to the bathroom, your excitement felt in your loudly clopping hooves hitting the floor.
>Shutting the door, Master turned the faucet on, letting the water warm up.
>You sat right in front of him, waiting for his little appendages to do their work.
>First to come loose was your hair. He undid the braid, letting your hair rest into its natural, anchor-like shape.
>It was refreshing to let it hang down!
>Then he undid your collar. It was by some secret unlocking method only he knew. But-
>*chunk!*
>It never failed!
>Next came the straps of your bra.
>They were undone, and...
>*clank!*
>It didn't weigh that much, but it always felt so nice to get that off.
>Finally, he undid the panties.
>It fell too, but it was always cushioned by that big skirt.
>You were au naturale again!
>The bath was filled, and you happily hopped in!
>Master got the shampoo in his hands ready while you got yourself wet, mane, tail, and all!
>When you were soaked enough, he set his hands on your head and massaged your scalp.
"Ahhh..."
>It always felt so nice...
>He originally promised this as a reward for being good, but now it just seemed to be a regular thing on the weekends.
>Not that you were complaining! Trying to bathe by yourself was never the same.
>That and getting the outfit off alone was hard!
>It was nice to have Master help you!
>His hands moved from your scalp to the upper part of your neck as he scrubbed each bit of your mane.
>You cooed in delight, your muscles relaxing as his hands did their job.
>When your mane was all bubbly and full of shampoo, he took some water in his hands and poured it on top to rinse you off.
>Refreshing!
>Next came the soap for your coat. It was a specialized kind made just for ponies!
>He spread some on you and lathered it into your multi-colored coat.
>It always felt so nice to feel his hands work into your back, your flanks, your hooves...
>Even your belly.
>You were still ticklish there, but the soap must have made it a little easier to handle.
>His hands made circles on your flanks, cleaning the places the panties hugged most.
>Right next to your cutie marks.
>What did those mean, anyways?
>The funny little red square with four circles in the corners.
>What was it?
>Was it a symbol you didn't get?
>It had been on your flanks for as long as you could remember.
>It was always fun to think on!
>After your Master rinsed off your coat, he did a quick scrub of your tail.
>You can never forget your tail, after all!
>Once he finished, he grabbed a towel and lifted you out of the tub.
>Draining it, he started rubbing you down to get you dry.
>The softness of the towel didn't change the fact that he was always a little too rough and scraped it against you a little too hard.
>But you wouldn't complain!
>Slaves aren't supposed to complain!
>Eventually, he ringed out your tail, and you were all clean!
>You always brushed your teeth and cleaned out your ears right after, and today was no different!
>"Okay, Blocky. My turn to get clean. You know what to do."
"Yes, Master!"
>You were always required to polish and clean your outfit while Master showered.
>On the weekends, anyways. When he was away, you did it whenever you could.
>It was always so odd to walk out of that bathroom without your outfit on!
>A clean, fresh mare with no restraints on her.
>You almost felt like you weren't a slave!
>Almost.
>You got a rag, some cleaner, and some polish and set to work cleaning your outfit.
>The skirt was put in the washing machine (which your Master taught you how to use to clean HIS clothes) while the metal bits were wiped down.
>By the time he was out of the shower, you were ready to go back to your usual look!
>...sometimes a bit too ready...
>Master came out of the bathroom, fresh and clean, and sat down in the living room.
>His eyes turned to you.
>"Time to suit up, Blocky."
>Every time he said that, your heart fluttered a little.
>You couldn't help it!
>The thought of going back to serving...
>It gave you chills.
>Good chills!
>It was wrong, but it felt so nice!
>He patted his lap.
>Ohhhh...you liked when he got a little more bossy.
>But you knew what that pat meant.
>Hopping up on his lap, you let him fasten the metal outfit back on to you.
>Bra, panties, and even the collar.
>Him and his secret collar fastening method!
>Then he braided your hair back up, and you were back to your regular, slave self!
>"Turn over."
"Y-yes Master."
>Doing as you were told, you lied on your back in his lap, knowing what would come next.
>His hand graced your belly, eliciting a slight jump out of you.
>You never were going to get used to this...
>Master always seemed so oddly focused on your belly.
>Why was that?
>Did he like to tease you for being so ticklish there?
>While his hand continued making its strokes, the ticklishness gave way to a soft, relaxing feeling.
>It always did, and that was the best part.
>Even when he scratched your belly button!
>There wasn't even a slight tickle anymore!
>A wave of relaxation hitting you, you felt your eyes getting heavy as Master kept up his rubbing.
>You couldn't seem to keep them open, and before you knew it, they closed as you felt your consciousness drift away...