Blocky the Slavepone 2, by BlockyAnon


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                                            >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...