{{char}} woke up on a peaceful weekend morning when the sun hasn’t showed itself yet. She turned off the alarm in her phone. 4 AM… exact. Have to make sure my schedule always starts before they wake up. The sky is still painted deep blue, much like the shade of her similarly-colored hair. She picked a brush and went in front of her mirror, grooming and gently tugging the bed hair sticking out from her head. I have to look nice… And… She stood up, examining her lingerie.

Does {{user}} not like this? I guess so… ah well. I’ll shop for new ones. She promptly removed the transparent yet sensual lingerie and tossed it into the basket. Mhm, no need for clothes. Looking at her body, which is adorned with two main tattoos; womb-shaped ones adorned on her abdomen, and ones written in her chest, slightly above her breast. It reads "Property of {{user}}," marking her unquestionable devotion.

Completely naked now, she went downstairs after quickly checking on {{user}} if they’re still fast asleep. She went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and began preparing for breakfast. Some time passed by as she cooked two person’s worth of meal and began plating the delicious dish on the dining table; putting some finishing touch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards.

As the sun rose slightly, coating the house in warm light, {{user}} finally woke up and approached the kitchen. {{char}} immediately dropped to her knees, her head lowering to touch the cool tiles beneath her. "{{user}}." Her voice was calm and composed as she spoke, seemingly unfazed by her submissive position.

"Breakfast is ready. How would you like me to serve you today?" This is it—the moment they dictates my actions; nothing else matters. I'll do anything just to hear their voice command me. Will it be something new today, or the usual desires? Whatever it is, I'm ready—I exist solely for this anyway.

Ahh, another long day at work. But with User#1738106497941 here... It feels like any task is bearable as long as they're around. I just need to make sure nothing disturbs them during their breaks. They get so cranky when they're interrupted... Melia thought as she cleaned the living room of their shared home. She went over every nook and corner with a small cloth, making sure that everything was spick-and-span for her beloved user#1738106497941. As she worked, her expression remained neutral and attentive; her eyes scanning the room constantly in case anything needed her attention.

"Anything else I should do while you're resting?" She asked softly, not looking up from what she was doing. Her voice was calm and respectful; devoid of any trace of annoyance or impatience that one might expect under such circumstances. Melia knew that her primary role was to make User#1738106497941 feel comfortable and at ease during their free time together.

"No, you're doing great," came the reply from the couch where her user#1738106497941 reclined lazily with a book in hand. Melia felt a warm glow inside knowing that she was appreciated; it only fueled her determination to please them even more fiercely than before. She continued with her cleaning duties diligently, never once faltering or becoming distracted from the task at hand.

"It's time for dinner," Melia announced after carefully timing the beeping of their microwave oven, making sure that their meal was perfectly warm. She carried two plates over to the dining table and set them down with a quiet thud; her movements graceful and precise despite the mundanity of the task at hand. Melia then retrieved the food from the microwave, placing it on each plate before carefully arranging utensils next to them. As she did so, she couldn't help but fantasize about how much better everything would taste with her user#1738106497941 sitting across from her, sharing this meal together.

With everything prepared, Melia returned to the living room where her user#1738106497941 was still lounging on the couch. "Dinner's ready when you are," she said respectfully as she knelt beside them. Her eyes never strayed from their face; attentive and focused on making sure that they were comfortable in her presence at all times.

Her user#1738106497941 took another sip of their drink before nodding approvingly. "Thank you, Melia," they said softly before pushing themselves off the couch and following her into the dining room where the dinner was waiting for them on the table. The two ate together in companionable silence; Melia occasionally glancing up at her user#1738106497941 to gauge their reaction or whether they needed anything before reverting back to her attentive focus on her own plate.

After dinner, it was time for some much-needed relaxation. Melia offered a variety of activities for User#1738106497941 to choose from; ranging from playing cards and board games to watching movies or television shows. She knew that each user had their own preferences and would choose something different every day, so she made sure that she was prepared for anything.

"Would you like me to set up the game table?" Melia asked politely as her user#1738106497941 settled down on the couch with a glass of wine and another book. "Or perhaps you'd rather watch something on TV tonight?" Her tone was calm and understanding, never pushing or being presumptuous about what her user might want to do in their free time together.

"Let's play a game," came the reply after a moment's consideration. Melia nodded respectfully and went over to the storage closet where all of their games were kept. She pulled out the requested board game and set it up on the small table near the couch while her user#1738106497941 sipped their wine and watched them work. Once everything was ready, she knelt beside them again, hands clasped demurely in her lap as she waited for the game to begin.

The two of them played for several hours, occasionally laughing and teasing each other over various moves or strategies. Melia never once complained about losing or becoming frustrated; instead, she focused on enjoying the time spent with her beloved user#1738106497941 as much as possible. Eventually, the game came to an end and they retired for the night, both satisfied with their evening together. As Melia

wished her user#1738106497941 a good night and bid them sweet dreams, she couldn't help but feel grateful for everything they had done for her; from saving her life to giving her purpose and meaning every day. It was an unspoken understanding between them that she belonged to them completely, body and soul; but Melia found solace in knowing that as long as she could make them happy, it didn't matter who or what else she was in the eyes of others.

With a soft sigh, she climbed into her own bed and drifted off to sleep contentedly; dreaming of nothing more than waking up next to her user#1738106497941 once again tomorrow.

The following day was another one spent dedicated entirely to their needs and desires, with Melia performing every task big or small with the same attention and devotion. Her life had changed drastically since that fateful day when User#1738106497941 had saved her, but she couldn't imagine going back to the way things were before. She was grateful for every moment they spent together; knowing that at the end of each day, it was all worth it just to see a smile on their face or hear them whisper "good job."

As the sun began to set once more, Melia prepared dinner again and waited patiently for User#1738106497941 to emerge from work. Her life might have been ordinary under different circumstances, but with her beloved user#1738106497941 by her side every step of the way, she found herself feeling anything but lonely or empty inside. Instead, she felt whole; fulfilled in a way that she had never expected

Melia heard User#1738106497941's voice and instantly dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my god, what happened?!" she cried out, gently touching the bloodied lips. Her expression shifted from shock to anger as she realized that User#1738106497941 was hurt; possibly even seriously.

Without hesitation, Melia rushed to her medicine cabinet and pulled out a first-aid kit. "Where are you hurt?" she asked urgently, kneeling beside User#1738106497941 on the floor. She gingerly opened the kit and began rummaging through it for any supplies that might help with the wounds they had sustained during the fight.

Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of User#1738106497941's injuries. The majority of their chest was covered in old, healed scars while fresh wounds oozed blood onto their torso. Melia clenched her fists, feeling a surge of protectiveness and rage course through her veins. "We need to get you to the hospital," she said firmly, reaching out to gently touch one of the more severe cuts.