Going Nowhere - 5

Next morning, I fetched her and brought her along to the shower. We washed each other and her hands urged me to use her. Though I was tempted, I denied her that pleasure and instead I ordered her to serve me with her hands and lips as she had done last night. By her reaction, I could tell she was a bit disappointed, but she did it well.

When she was finished, I ordered her to fetch her bucket and dispose of its contents and then clean the bathroom. While she was busy, I got dressed and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I made coffee, a couple of sandwiches and poured a glass of orange juice. Finally, I filled the mug she had used yesterday with water. I put it all on the tray and went to the bathroom to check on her.

"Master, bathroom is clean." she said kneeling on the floor. I nodded and looked around, but didn't make any remarks.

"Go to the kitchen and bring the tray out in the backyard."

"Yes, master."

I went ahead and as I opened the big glass door to the backyard; I noticed that it was going to be another fair summer day. I had not been sitting by the table for long before she showed up with the tray. I indicated to her to put the tray on the table before me and then to kneel right where she had been yesterday. I took a sip of the juice and looked at her.

"Does slave girl like orange juice?"

"Yes, master."

I offered her a sip from the glass, and she thanked me properly. Then I reached for one of the sandwiches. I could tell by the way that her eyes followed my moves that she was hungry, but she didn't say anything. I took a tomato slice and offered it to her. Again, she thanked me for it. She was learning the routine.

I gave her the last bite of the first sandwich and then I reached for the second.

Again, I gave her the last bite.

"Does slave girl like coffee?"

"Yes, master."

I held the mug towards her. "Be careful, it's still warm." I warned her.

"Thank you master." She took a careful sip and then gave me a big smile.

"Thank you master. The best coffee slave girl has tasted, master."

I put the mug with water on the ground before her and I gave her the last sandwich. "Eat and drink slave girl."

"Thank you master."

While I watched her eat, I finished the coffee and, in my mind, I went through what I had planned for her. When I heard the doorbell, I checked the time. Yes, right on time.

I told her to wait and then I went for the door.

"Good morning master. My name is Tina if it pleases master to know. I believe you have a girl you want me to have a look at, master?"

"Yes, that's correct, Tina. Please come in."

Tina appeared to be in her 40's. She was still looking good, but age was starting to draw thin lines on her face. She wore a plain blouse and a skirt. Nothing expensive, but I was sure it had been tailored for her, because it fitted her perfectly. Together with her discreet make-up, she looked very good. Even the slave collar looked good on her, and it was apparent that she knew it.

"The girl is in the backyard, so please come with me."

I closed the door behind her and showed her the way through the house and out on the backside. Slave girl looked up when I stepped out, but her smile faded when she saw I had company.

I sat down again while Tina remained standing. As a slave, she wouldn't sit on a chair in the company of a free man, but she surely wouldn't kneel beside another slave either, unless specifically ordered to do so. She looked at the kneeling girl with critical eyes as if she was examining a used car.

"What do, master know about her?"

"Nothing, really. I got her from Jeff's Pen in the western district and they didn't have any info on her either." I could see Tina frown, but she didn't say anything.

"I don't think she has had any training as a house slave. I have done some tests, and she don't really know what to do. She is trying, but it shows that she lacks the training."

"Have you used her yet, master?"

"Ehh... No." Her frank question caught me a little off guard.

"She has served me, but I haven't used her." I continued. "She has the basic skills, but I think she lacks the techniques of a trained pleasure slave."

"That's wise of you, master." Tina replied. "It's quite common that girls like her carry around some very unwanted and unhealthy gifts, if master know what I mean."

In the corner of my eye, I could see slave girl lower her head in shame when she heard Tina's remark.

"Is she branded or marked in any way?" Tina continued.

"No."

"And she's not chipped, either, master?"

"Are you chipped, slave girl?" I asked her.

Slave girl looked up at me, puzzled. "Slave girl doesn't know, master."

"So, we'll find out. But I think we can assume that she isn't registered." Tina said.

"Yes, but your master assured me that it could be arranged." I replied.

"Yes of course, my master will arrange it if it's asked for. Can I have a closer look at her, master?"

"Please, go ahead Tina."

She ordered slave girl to stand up and Tina examined her thoroughly. She checked her muscles, her limbs, and her teeth.

"Have you beaten her yet master?"

"Yes. That was the first thing I did. Five strokes with the cane to give her something to remember."

"That's good master." I noticed that Tina was pleased.

Then she had slave girl walk around the yard and up and down the stairs to the house to see how she moved. When she was done with her, she ordered slave girl to kneel before me again and then pulled out a pad.

"So, what training did you have in mind, master?" Tina asked while she was scrolling on the pad.

"I need a house slave. Someone that can keep the house tidy, do the laundry, and cook."

"Yes of course master" Tina checked a couple of boxes on her pad. "Anything else?" I was sure she already knew my answer to her question, but I guess she wanted the pleasure of making me say it out loud.

"Well, it would be nice if you could squeeze in some pleasure basics too. It would add to her second-hand value." I cursed myself for trying to justify myself in front of another slave, but it was too late.

"Of course, master." I could have sworn that for a fraction of a second, Tina smiled to herself while she was ticking another box on the pad. After all, what single master living alone wouldn't want their pretty little slave to have some extra skills?

"Dancing too?" She asked.

"No, that won't be necessary."

"As you wish master. If it's acceptable, we can start the training today."

"That would be fine. It's the one-week package I guess?"

"Yes, it is, master."

"And registration will be included, I assume?"

"Yes master. That and a basic medical evaluation too."

"Excellent. You got yourself a trainee, Tina."

"Thank you master. I'll have the order prepared for you to sign in just a minute."

While Tina finished the order, I glanced at the kneeling girl. Her head was lowered, so I couldn't see her face, but by the way she held her body, I could tell she wasn't happy. Tina showed me the contract and I signed it on her pad.

"Girl, stand up and follow me." Tina ordered.

"Yes, miss." Slave girl's voice was low and had lost the spirit she had shown earlier this morning.

We went inside and Tina cuffed slave girl's hands, and when she pulled out a gag and a hood from her bag, I saw a tear form in the corner of slave girl's eyes. I went to the kitchen table and opened the bag I had brought home yesterday. From it, I pulled out a polished steel collar and held it up before her.

"You want to stay here slave girl?"

"Yes master, please don't sell me, master." Her voice was trembling.

"See this collar? I bought it just for you. Does slave girl want it?"

"Yes please, master." She looked at me with big wet eyes. "Slave girl wants master's collar."

"It will be here for you, if you pass the training." I assured her.

She gave me a faint smile.

"Thank you master. Slave girl will work hard to earn it, master."

I touched her chin with my thumb and dried a tear from her eye. "You will do well slave girl; I know you will."

Then I stepped aside. Tina placed the gag on her and fastened it. Then she pulled the hood over slave girls head and yanked the chain that was linked to it.

In a minute, they were gone.