I'm not sure what the room arrangements are just yet."

The gnomes just stood there outside the door looking up at him. He watched their eyes track down his body and stop in the area of his groin. Then they looked back up to his face and Daniel was shocked to see the awe and worship he saw there.

“Ladies, please. Come in." He stepped back, and they moved past him.

The bags seemed to weigh nothing to them, and they soon deposited them alongside the wall of the entranceway and out of the way.

In moments, the gnomes all clustered around him. Small hands stroked up his thighs, reaching for his cock. He pushed them away and backed up.

"Please, ladies. Don't touch."

That didn't seem to stop them. He could see a hunger in their eyes.

He backed up more, but the gnomes stayed glued to him. Two hands were now rubbing his hardening cock and every time he pushed a hand away, another would replace it.

"Ladies! Please!"

His back hit a wall, and the gnomes pushed harder against him.

"LEAVE!" shrieked a small voice and startled, the gnomes bounced away from him and turned to the voice. Standing there, with hands on her hips and holding his list of groceries, stood a quivering Bitty. "OUT!

He's mine! Hands off!"

The gnomes stood a moment longer. Daniel noticed one of them was already back to rubbing his thigh, coming closer to his cock with each movement. Bitty frowned and took a step toward them, and suddenly the gnomes scattered and fled out the door with shrieks. It shut with a soft click. Daniel looked at the side window by the door and saw four large pairs of black eyes looking in at him. When he spied them, they fled.

Daniel groaned and leaned back against the wall. He felt exhausted and mentally drained. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them when Bitty pressed up against his legs, her chest against his cock.

“Sorry, master. They were being rude. It won't happen again," she murmured into his stomach where her cheek was pressed.

“Please stop calling me master. That's a horrible name."

Bitty froze.

“I freed you, didn't I?" he asked quietly, and then placed a hand on her small bald head. It was perfectly shaped and smooth. He enjoyed touching it.

Bitty shook her head. "No, master. You purchased me."

“No. I paid to free you. You are mine, and I choose to release you.

I am not your master, nor do I wish to be."

Bitty said nothing, and Daniel stroked her head gently. They stayed that way for a moment longer, and then Bitty peeled herself off him and looked up at his face. "It has always been this way. A new master. New chores. New tasks. I cannot be freed, master."

"Daniel. Call me Daniel."

"I cannot, master."