Going Nowhere - 4

I could hear the running of water, at first from the kitchen and then from the bathroom. I thought I should give her 15 minutes to do her tasks, but just as I was about to go in and check on her, she came out and knelt before me.

"The bath is ready, if master pleases."

On my way in I stopped by the kitchen to check out her work. The tray, the glass, the mug, the two bowls and the fork were nicely cleaned, dried and lined up on the sink. Apparently, she had no idea of what to do with the empty beer bottle, so she had tried to wash that too. I said nothing and instead went to the bathroom.

At once I could see that she had filled too much water in the tub, and I knew what was going to happen when I descended into it. But some things had to be learned the hard way, so I undressed and climbed into the tub.

As I descended, the water flooded onto the floor, and she panicked. With her small hands, she tried stop the water from flushing over the brim of the tub, and she tried to scope it up and pour it back.

" Stop it, slave!"

"Sorry master," she cried. "Girl is so sorry, please maser, don't beat me, please master!"

"You have never served in a place with a tub, have you?"

"No, master. Slave is sorry, master. Please don't hurt me master, please master."

She sobbed.

"Take the rake and shove the water down the drain." I pointed to a rake leaning against the wall.

She quickly turned to grab it and almost slipped on the wet floor. While she was clearing the floor from water, I pulled the plug to let some water out and adjust the level. When she was finished, I told her to put the rake a way and to kneel next to the tub. Then I stood up.

"Watch and remember how much water you should have in the tub. Not more, not less. Get it slave girl?"

" Yes, master." Her voice was week and her eyes wet, and for a moment I felt a bit sorry for her.

I sat down in the tub again and after a while I told her to pick up the sponge and the soap, and to wash me. I was pleased to notice that she didn't hesitate to touch my body, not even when it came to my private parts. I assumed that she was used to naked men.

She didn't have the refined skills of a trained pleasure slave, but she was good enough and it didn't take long before I had a throbbing hard-on.

I told her to stop and to dry me. When she was done, I grabbed her neck and guided her into my bedroom. I placed myself in the middle of the bed and looked at her.

"Slave girl, serve your master."

"Yes master."

She quickly climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside me. She placed her hands on my thighs and stroked my skin with her finger tops, and again my body reacted to her touch.

When my member started to grow before her, she closed a hand around the shaft while her other hand went down between my thighs to my scrotum, gently stroking it. I let out a quiet moan of pleasure and laid back on the pillows, closing my eyes to enjoy her work.

Slowly her hands massaged me, making my shaft fully erect, and after a couple of minutes I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my cock. I looked down at her and could see her wetting her lips with her tongue before using the tip to gently touch me.

"Oh, yes, that's it, slave." I moaned again.

She looked up at me, parted her lips and lowered her mouth, letting the head inside. I could feel her tongue swirling around me, and I moaned again. She used her hands, lips and tongue on me, and it didn't take long before I felt my orgasm building up.

"Go on slave, that's so good. Make me come!"

Within seconds I bucked and shot my load in her mouth, and I could feel her mouth and tongue move as she tried to swallow.

Later, I told her to curl up next to me. My fingers played in her hair as she was gently kissing my chest.

She turned to face me. "Is master happy with slave girl?"

"Slave girl was acceptable."

"Thank you master" she gave me a smile. "Slave girl is happy with the new master. Slave girl will work hard to be good girl for her master."

"Yes. Slave girl will have to work hard to please her master."

I grabbed her hair again and made her lay down next to me. I could feel her breath against my chest, and I smiled. Her techniques had been a little primitive but effective, and she was not without talent.

While she had served me, I touched her and to my delight, I found that she had been both warm and wet. With a little training, she might become a very useful and enjoyable house slave.

After a while I gently shook her, making sure she was not falling asleep. As I led her back to the cell and chained her ankle, I could sense that she was a little disappointed that I didn't let her sleep with me.

Once again, I touched her. She sighed with pleasure, and I found her to still be both warm and wet.

"Slave girl should sleep, and she may not touch herself."

"Yes, master." I looked her in the eyes until she lowered her gaze. I put my hand under her cheek and forced her to look at me.

"Do I need to tie your hands, slave?"

"No, master. Slave girl will not touch herself, master."

I nodded and sent her in to the cell. Then I went to the kitchen and filled up her bowl with water and made sure she had the bucket with her. Finally, I pulled the curtain. She did not know, but tomorrow would be a busy day for her, and I wanted her to be as ready for it as she could ever be.