A Week in Bed at My Master's
Sick in bed but still required to complete chores for my Master
That's not a week in bed with my Master. In fact, there was no sex all week, because I was sick. I exaggerate when I say I spent the week in bed, but I can tell you I managed to consume two packages of chamomile tea, quite a bit of honey and several packages of store-bought chicken soup. What started as just a pesky cough became an exhausting cold.
That had a huge implication on my week with my Master, a relatively short stay this time. I did my best to still provide services, including laundry, a little cleaning, grocery shopping, and driving him around sometimes. But I wasn't very productive, and more importantly, I couldn't massage him, which is one of the main chores he likes to use me for. And sex. He's definitely not going to bareback me this time, and I'm not sure if he's even going to fuck me with a condom before I leave.
He's just especially careful about any infection—STIs, COVID or the common cold. He'll do everything not to get sick. Which meant that being sick was especially hard on me, because I had to wear a mask all week! Yes, not just when I was around him, but also when he was at work, so as not to contaminate the space too much. Serving as a slave comes with a critical responsibility not to make him sick.
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