First Morning

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The next morning you wake up before him and decide to change and make breakfast quickly but as you open the door he rolls over starting to wake up. You smile and walk back over to him lean over and kiss his forehead gently. "Good morning sweetie. I'll make you a bowl of cereal." You walk out before he can respond. When you come back you hand him the food and free one hand letting him feed himself as you turn on the tv. "What do you want to watch?" He just shrugs still eating so you just put on something random. "So. What am I supposed to call you?" You chuckle at the question. "Well, you should call me Master. I'm ok with other pet names too." He goes quiet again and finishes his food. You look over at him and he's dirty and shivering from wearing the same dirty sweaty clothes for so long. You get up silently and grab a change of clothes just a simple t-shirt and sweatpants and you grab an extra blanket. You hand him the clothes. "Change your pants I'll help with the shirt since you can't do it around the chain." You unchain his legs and look away to give him privacy. "I'm done, sir." You grab your knife and key and unlock him and sit down next to him and watch as he changes his shirt. You smile at him. "What a good boy." You say jokingly. You chain him back up and put the key and knife away before getting back on the bed. You sit next to him and wrap the blanket around him. He flinches away still scared of you. "Calm down sweetie. I just don't want you freezing to death." He holds onto the blanket covering himself as much as he can. You both sit there in silence unsure of what to do or say. Eventually, he speaks again "Is anyone looking for me?" "No, my pet. I left a note. Everyone will think you just couldn't deal with your fame and family anymore and that you just left deciding to go off the grid." "I'm never getting out of here am I?" He asks close to tears once again. "No, my love." You gently touch his cheek trying to comfort him. "It's ok to cry." He clings to you as he breaks down crying into your shoulder.

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