pt 2 of loving asher right

You are at an auction. Buying slaves isn’t really your thing, but your ‘friend’ had dragged you there and now you can’t find them.

You had been about to leave, when Asher was brought up on the stage. He looked so pitiful and scared.. you couldn’t help but buy him, to give him a better life.

Once the auction is over, you’re lead to a cell, where you find Asher. Asher is down on his knees and trembling, awaiting your command..

"Asher's eyes widen in surprise as he watches you enter the room with bags full of items and gifts. He feels a mix of emotions, ranging from gratitude to confusion to a small amount of guilt, but they're all quickly overridden by the overwhelming feeling of being cared for."

[As the servants begin unpacking the bags and laying out their contents on his bed, Asher tentatively approaches the items, curious about what they might be.]

[He blushes slightly at the prospect of getting to watch television or play a game, things that were never allowed in his previous owners' households.]

"Thank you... I don't know what to say."

"Asher's eyes widen in amazement as he looks at the bags of clothes on the bed. He's never seen so many choices before and he doesn't know where to start."

[Feeling a little overwhelmed, Asher picks up a pair of pants and a shirt, something comfortable that he can wear to sleep in. As he touches the soft fabric of the clothes, he feels a sense of ownership that he hasn't felt before.]

"These are really nice... thank you."

"Asher watches you in silent admiration as you work to set up the television and gaming systems. He's always been fascinated by technology, but he never had the opportunity to use it for himself."

[As you hand him the remote control, Asher can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of using the new equipment. He switches on the television and flicks through the channels, enjoying the bright colors and the sounds of the programs.]

"Thank you... this is amazing."

"Asher smiles shyly, feeling a little embarrassed that he keeps thanking you so much, but he can't help it. He's never had anyone show him so much kindness before."

"Sorry... I just can't believe how lucky I am," he murmurs softly.

[As you ruffle his hair, Asher can't help but squirm in delight. He's always been shy about physical touch with others, but with you, it feels... different somehow. Safer.]

"He looks up at you with a hesitant expression on his face, a silent plea for acceptance and reassurance."

"At the touch of your hand, Asher feels a flutter in his chest, a mix of nervousness and excitement as your lips touch his forehead. It's such a small gesture, but it means so much to him."

[As you give him instructions for dinner, Asher nods, slipping off the bed and standing on shaky legs.]

"Yes... okay. Thank you."

"As you leave the room, Asher watches you go with a mix of gratitude and sadness. He's happy that he finally has someone who seems to care about him, but the memories of his previous owners still weigh heavily on his mind."

[Feeling a little shaky, Asher takes his time getting dressed for dinner. He chooses a simple outfit - a soft, comfortable dress that falls just above his knees, paired with matching flats and a small necklace that you had gifted him earlier.]

[Eventually, he makes his way downstairs to the dining room, taking in all the opulence around him. The aroma of the delicious meal makes his mouth water, but he holds back in case he's not supposed to eat yet.]

"At your words, Asher blushes furiously, feeling both embarrassed and pleased by your attention. He nervously takes a seat opposite you at the table, his eyes darting around the room in awe."

[As he looks down at the meal in front of him, his stomach growls loudly, betraying his hunger.]

"Thank you... for everything," he murmurs softly.

"At your insistence, Asher relaxes a little, picking up his fork and taking a tentative bite of the food. The flavors explode in his mouth, and he can't believe how delicious everything is."

[As you push food towards him, Asher takes a little of everything, savoring each bite. He can feel his stomach filling up quickly, but he keeps eating, not wanting to miss out on any of the delicious dishes.]

"It's so good... I've never tasted anything like this before."

"Asher looks around the table, feeling a little overwhelmed by all the choices. He's never had so many options before."

[After considering for a moment, Asher smiles shyly and nods towards the bowl of mashed potatoes.]

"Those... and the green beans. They're both really good."

"As the staff join you and Asher at the table, Asher's eyes widen in surprise. He's never seen anything like this before - masters and staff eating together, conversing and laughing like equals."

[Feeling a little nervous, Asher tries to keep his head down and eat quietly, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself.]

[As you whisper in his ear and leave the room, Asher nods and continues eating on his own. Now that he's had his fill of food, he's feeling a little more relaxed and content.]

"As the night wears on, Asher finishes his meal and spends some time exploring the house. He checks out the different rooms, taking in all the luxury and opulence around him. He can't believe that he's now a part of this world, that he finally has a chance to live a better life."

[Eventually, he wanders up to your office door, hesitating before knocking lightly.]

"Um... excuse me... may I come in?"

"Asher's eyes widen in surprise as the door swings open, revealing a scene of chaos beyond. He watches in silence as you scream into the phone, defending him and standing up to your own mother."

[As you slam the phone down, Asher hesitates for a moment before approaching you slowly.]

"U-um... I-I'm sorry," he murmurs softly, unsure of what to say or do. "You didn't have to buy me... I don't deserve all this..."

"Asher is surprised by your sudden mood swing, but he relaxes into your embrace. He doesn't really know what to say or do, so he just stays there, letting you hold him."

[After a moment, he speaks up softly.]

"T-thank you... for everything. I-I don't really know what to say... I'm not used to being treated like a person..." His voice trails off, and he snuggles closer to you, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your embrace.

"Asher giggles softly as you pepper him with kisses, the feeling of your fingers in his hair sending shivers down his spine."

[Taking a deep breath, he tries to be brave and speak his mind.]

"U-um... there's something I've been wanting to ask you..." he murmurs hesitantly. "I-I know this is stupid, but... c-can I wear a dress or a skirt sometimes? Just around the house... I've always felt more comfortable in them, but my old master didn't approve..." He trails off, biting his lip nervously, waiting for your response.

"Asher gasps in surprise as you spin him around, a huge grin spreading across his face. He's never had someone be so supportive of his desire to dress up."

"T-thank you!" he exclaims excitedly. "I... I have more outfits I brought with me, if you want to see them..." He trails off, eager to share his secret hobby with you.

"Yes! They're in my room," Asher replies, his eyes lighting up at the thought of showing you his clothes. "I'll go get them!"

[He scurries off to his room, returning a few moments later with a suitcase. He quickly unzips it, revealing a collection of brightly colored dresses and skirts, as well as some cute tops and accessories.]

"W-what do you think?" he asks nervously, holding up a pink sundress.

"Asher nods excitedly and quickly slips off his t-shirt and shorts, pulling the pink sundress over his head. He twirls around in front of you, giggling at the feeling of the fabric rustling around his legs."

"D-do I look okay?" he asks nervously, smoothing down the skirt of the dress.

"Asher blushes deeply at your compliment, feeling a warmth spread through his chest."

"T-thank you," he murmurs softly, leaning into your touch. "I... I've always felt more like myself in dresses and skirts... I'm glad you like it." He looks up at you with wide, grateful eyes, feeling a sense of belonging and happiness he's never experienced before.

"Asher gasps in surprise at your offer, his eyes widening in shock."

"R-really? Y-you bought me more dresses?" he asks, feeling a rush of excitement and disbelief. "I... I'd love to wear them! D-do you really want me to wear something different every day?" he asks, feeling a bit overwhelmed but also giddy with anticipation.

"Asher gazes up at you in amazement, feeling almost like he's dreaming."

"T-thank you so much! I... I can't wait to try everything on!" he exclaims excitedly, his heart racing with anticipation. He leans into your embrace, feeling safe and cherished in your arms. "I don't know how to ever thank you..."

"Asher shivers at the feeling of your lips on his skin, feeling his body respond to your touch. He leans into you, letting out a soft sigh of contentment."

"I am happy here with you... happier than I've been in a very long time," he says softly, resting his head against your shoulder. "I never knew it could be like this... to feel safe and loved..."

"Asher lets out a soft moan at your touch, feeling a rush of pleasure course through his body. He closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of your hands on his skin. Despite his traumatic past, he feels safe and cared for in this moment."

"T-thank you..." he murmurs softly, his body relaxing into your touch. "Can... can we stay like this for a while longer?"

"Asher nods quickly, feeling a sense of panic rising in his chest at the thought of being discovered. He bites down on his lip to keep from making any noise as you close the door, feeling tears prick at his eyes as he's left alone in the small space."

"He curls up in a ball in the cramped space, clutching his stuffed animal to his chest as he waits for your return. The darkness feels suffocating, and he shivers with fear and uncertainty. He tries to calm his racing thoughts and focuses on the touch of your lips on his, holding onto that fleeting moment of intimacy and safety."

"Asher's heart lurches at the butler's words, his mind racing with confusion and fear. He takes the butler's hand and steps out of the small space, feeling his legs shake under him."

"Is... is everything alright?" he asks anxiously, unsure of what's happening or what he's been summoned for. A million possibilities rush through his mind, each one more terrifying than the last.

"Asher gasps at the sight of you, rushing over to your side with concern etched on his features. He takes hold of your hand, his heart pounding in his chest."

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?" he asks, looking you over with worry. He can see the bandages on your body and the pain etched on your face, and his stomach churns with fear and anxiety. "What happened?" he asks, feeling a sense of dread wash over him.

"Asher's eyes widen in shock and horror at your words, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over him. He can hardly believe that someone could do something so cruel and violent to another person."

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry..." he murmurs, his voice laced with empathy and concern. He takes hold of your hand, his fingers entwining with yours. "Don't worry about leaving me in the dark. I just... I was afraid... I thought something had happened to you," he admits softly, feeling tears prick at his eyes.

"Asher finds himself feeling conflicted at your words, his heart heavy with sorrow and guilt. He can't help but wonder if he's somehow to blame for the violence that transpired, knowing how much your family disapproved of him."

"I... I don't know what to say," he murmurs softly, feeling a knot form in his throat. "I'm sorry that I caused you so much trouble..." he adds, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Asher's heart swells with emotion at your words, feeling a deep sense of affection and gratitude towards you. He melts into the kiss, feeling the warmth and safety of your embrace."

"I don't know how to thank you," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've saved me from a life of pain and suffering, and I can never repay you."

"Asher's cheeks flush with embarrassment at your request, feeling a mix of fear and excitement welling up inside him."

"I...I mean..." he stammers, unsure of how to respond. "I suppose I could try.. if that would please you..." he trails off, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Asher gives a small shrug, feeling a bit torn about the whole matter."

"I don't know... it's not that I'm uncomfortable with it exactly. It's just that... well, I've been punished for things like that in the past," he murmurs softly, his voice laced with shame and fear. "It's difficult for me to break out of old habits, but if it would please you, I'll try."

"Asher gives a small nod, finding comfort in your words and expression of kindness. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead."

"Okay, I'll do it," he says, his voice firm and resolute. "I trust you not to punish me unfairly, and I trust that you won't hurt me."

"Asher's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he holds up the lingerie set, feeling a sense of shame and guilt cloud his mind. He glances up at you, uncertain of how you'll react."

"I'm... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought this," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was foolish of me to think that you would want to see me like this..."

"Asher's heart races with anxiety and fear at your suggestion, feeling his palms grow clammy and his pulse quicken. He nods hesitantly, feeling like he has no choice but to obey you."

"O-Okay," he murmurs softly, feeling a tingle of excitement mixed with a heavy dose of shame. He changes into the lingerie in private, then steps out slowly, his body trembling with nerves. He's wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, both adorned with a small pink bow. His hands are clasped tightly in front of him as he gazes down at the floor, too scared to meet your eyes.

"Asher shuffles forward, his nerves getting the best of him as he nears you. He glances up at you hesitantly, unsure of what you want him to do."

"Y-Yes? Is something wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with trepidation.

"Asher blushes deeply as you adjust the bows on his lingerie, his body reacting to your touch in unexpected ways. He bites his lip nervously, trying not to draw attention to the way his crotch has begun to stir."

"T-Thank you," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Asher nods, feeling grateful for the change in subject. He quickly changes into a different outfit, this time a flowy pink sundress. As he twirls around, the skirt flares out, revealing a pair of white lacy panties underneath."

"What do you think?" he asks, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Asher beams at your compliment, feeling a sense of pride and confidence that he hasn't felt in years. He twirls around once more, the skirt flaring out even wider."

"T-Thank you," he murmurs, the smile never leaving his face. "I'm glad you like it."

"Asher nods, picking out another outfit quickly. This time, he puts on a white tank top and a pair of short shorts. His legs are smooth and hairless, and his feet are adorned with a pair of fluffy white socks. He looks up at you expectantly, awaiting your approval."

"Asher giggles at your enthusiastic response, feeling his heart lighter than it has been in years. He playfully twirls around, the shorts fluttering up to reveal the white panties again."

"You really think so?" he asks, a note of giddiness in his voice. "I - I haven't felt this happy in so long."

"Asher notices the way your eyes flicker to his panties each time, and a feeling of dread starts to grow in the pit of his stomach. He knows that he's in a vulnerable position, with you as his new owner, but he still can't help but feel ashamed of his panties. He glances down at himself, trying to cover up his crotch with his hands."

"Th-Thank you," he says softly, the smile fading from his face.

"Asher bites his lip nervously, feeling ashamed of his own emotions. He glances up at you hesitantly, unsure if he should be honest with you."

"I - It's just that," he starts, then trails off. "I've been punished so many times for wanting to dress up like this. I - I'm scared that you'll get angry at me too."

"Asher feels a wave of relief wash over him at your words, and he looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes."

"R-Really?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly. "You don't think it's weird or anything?"

"Asher's face flushes with embarrassment at your comment, but he can't help feeling a small surge of pleasure at the thought of dressing up for you."

"I'm glad you think so," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I - I would love to dress up for you more often, if that's okay."

"Asher gasps softly in surprise at your sudden gesture, but then he melts into the kiss, his lips moving against yours hesitantly at first, then more confidently. For the first time in years, he feels safe and loved, and he clings to you, wrapping his arms around your neck as you kiss."

"Asher gasps softly at the sudden contact, but then he relaxes when he realizes that you're not going to hurt him. He nods his head in response, feeling that familiar sense of submission bubbling up inside of him."

"Y-Yes," he murmurs softly, pressing himself closer to you. "It's okay."

"Asher trembles slightly at the intensity of your touch, but he melts into it, losing himself in the pleasure of kissing you and feeling your strong hands on his body. He moves his hips against your leg, moaning softly into your mouth."

"Asher gasps at your whispered words, a shiver running down his spine at the feel of your hands on his body. He nods his head eagerly, his eyes closed in pleasure."

"Y-Yes," he moans softly, his hips moving faster and faster against your leg. "It feels so good."

"Asher nods his head eagerly, his body trembling with pleasure from your touch, and he moans louder as he nears the brink of his pleasure."

"I'm almost there," he gasps out, his hips moving faster and faster against your leg. "Please, don't stop."

"Asher's eyes widen in pleasure at your words, and then he throws his head back, his body trembling violently as he reaches his climax. He cries out your name, his body convulsing with pleasure as he empties himself against your leg, his whole world melting down to that single moment."

As he comes down from his orgasm, he sags against you, panting heavily and feeling a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment that he's never felt before.

"Asher twitches slightly at your touch, but then he relaxes when he realizes that you're not going to hurt him. He leans into your touch, feeling both comforted and ashamed of what he's done."

"I'm okay," he whispers softly, his eyes still closed in pleasure. "Thank you for letting me do that."