John is a bit confused when he wakes up, being in an unfamiliar location under unfamiliar sheets and blankets and all. (The fact that he's snuggled up with someone is also an unfamiliar way to wake.) But it doesn't take much thought to piece it together. "Good morning," he breathes, at the lovely girl (his slave! And he gets harder just thinking about that!) currently nestled up to him. (Should he kiss her? He feels like he should kiss her. That's the right thing to do. Unfortunately, his body seems like it would much rather relax and lay still at the moment.) 

"Good morning, Master," she says, nestling closer.

"It's um, really hot to hear you say that," he says. "It's hot that it's true." He can't move much, but he can bury his face in her a little after saying that. He knows she doesn't mind but he can't help feeling a little like he's doing something wrong by saying that. 

"Mmmmm. You're right, it is hot." She snugs an arm around him and presses her face against his shoulder for a comfy nuzzle. "Love you. Love being yours."

"I'm so glad you're mine," he says, feeling warm and cared for by her touches. John thinks about having a slave, and it being morning, and then has further thoughts, and shrinks a little, feeling ashamed about them. (This is so silly, though, she won't mind hearing it, she's pretty sure.) 

"Me too!" Nuzzle. "...hmmm?"

He presses his face into the most available surface, which happens to be Rosy. "I was, um, just thinking about things that, um, happen in the mornings, in um, things I've read," he says. 

"Ooh. What kinds of things, Master~?"

Well, this is where he should have expected to end up. It's okay, Rosy probably won't mind. (Why would she? Other than it's an embarrassing thing to talk about porn he's read, and to want things from it. She doesn't seem to mind those reasons for some reason though.)

"I, um, sometimes, in um, stories, um, the girls are made to act as, um, alarm clocks?" he says, ending in a squeak. 

"Sexy alarm clocks?"

Mutely, John nods. 

"I would be delighted to be instructed in the ways of the sexy alarm clock, Master."

(Why is this so embarrassing? He wants to tell her about it but he's just super embarrassed about it for some reason.) "It's just, um, using their mouths to, um," John gestures at his crotch, currently hidden under blankets and sheets. 

She wraps her arms around him and squeezes cozily.

"Sounds fun and hot, especially if you order me to, but you don't have to if you're flustered about it?"

"I might want to try it," he says quietly. "Though I guess, I don't know when. We can't do it today, I'm already awake." Though he could actually order her to give him a blowjob regardless, actually. His cock is hard because morning wood, and thinking about blow job alarm clocks (and now also thinking about ordering her to suck his cock) has not helped it calm down. (Rosy being naked snuggled up next to him isn't improving matters in that regard either.) "It'd have to be some other time when I sleep over, I guess." 

"Next time we do this, maybe?" she suggests, wiggling eagerly.

"Sure!" he says brightly. (Dang she's so cute.) 

He's really thinking about ordering her to suck his cock right now, but is feeling really apprehensive about it for some reason (is it really okay?). Despite his uncertainty, his cock is definitely hard right now. It's hopefully hard to notice under all the blankets, though. 

She kisses him on the cheek and asks, "And how would you like to start this morning, Master?"

Meep. "I, um," fuck he should just tell her. "You um, can't wake me up that way," he tries, not able to get the words out. "That is to say, um, would it be okay if um," damn it she's literally his magically obedient slave why is this so hard. 

"It would definitely be okay. Shall I take the obvious hint or would you rather make it an order?"

John shrinks a little more. (This shouldn't be so hard, damnit!) No. He wants to make this an order. He can do this. (Deep breath.) "Rosy. Slave. Um." No, try again. He summons the mindset he wants as best he can. "Slave," that's better, he sounds almost like he wants to. "I want you to suck my cock," he says. "Nice and slow, to, um, help me enjoy the morning." Drifting a little there, he needs to refocus. "To aid me in waking up to a lovely morning with my obedient slave." There that's, good, right? 

"Yes Master," she chirps—but then hesitates in the middle of starting to scoot under the blankets. "Oh, we should probably say the thing first, though."

Damnit. Fuck. How could he forget that. "Hold up," he orders her, so she doesn't end up with a mouth full of his dick and unable to answer (he's such a dumbass). "I, um, are you ready you serve me?" he says, still feeling like an idiot. 

"Yes, Master," she says, with a happy little wiggle. "...I can also hug you if you would prefer."

He really, truly, shouldn't need a hug at the moment. He should get on with doing the fun stuff, that both he and Rosy want to be doing. Especially since they just told the house they're going to be doing things.

"Maybe hug? For now?" John says.