Going Nowhere - 7

It took us about an hour to get home. I walked lazily through the streets with slave girl following me on the leash. The dirty, smelly little slave I had bought a week ago was now gone. And as we walked the streets, I saw how she grew more and more secure with her new self. She was indeed coming along fine, but I reminded myself to watch out, so she didn't grow too confident. It was well known that an overconfident slave could cause problems.

Occasionally I stopped and watched the items on display in some of the shops I passed.

Then, we stopped at a supermarket and shopped for the weekend. I asked her to suggest my dinner, and I let her do most of the shopping. I watched with great pleasure as she carefully examined the products before putting them in my trolley.

Since she was illiterate, I had to read the labels on some of the packages for her, and based on that she would say yes or no. I was pleased to note that she at least could read the dates and the prices.

However, when I was picking the wine to go with the dinner, she tried to make me buy the cheapest possible bottle. Selecting the proper wine had apparently not been a part of her training program.

I paid for the groceries and without hesitation, she picked up the two bags with groceries and carried them the last few minutes' walk to my home. After all, she was a slave girl.

As soon as we got home, she took the bags into the kitchen and unpacked the groceries.

"Slave girl, come here." I called for her.

"Yes, master."

I grabbed the leash and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were glittering as I pulled her closer to me.

"You are a pretty little slave girl."

"Thank you master."

"But don't let that get to your head, slave."

"No, master. Master can punish slave girl if he isn't pleased with her."

" You bet I will, my pretty little slave."

"Yes, master."

I yanked the leash and pulled her even closer to me and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before I detached the leash.

"Slave girl doesn't need this while working in the kitchen." I told her.

"Thank you master."

"And you don't need the dress either." I saw the disappointment on her face.

"Please master, I love it! Please let me keep the dress, master."

"Think, pretty slave, think. Is a white dress suitable to wear in a kitchen?"

She lowered her head with a sigh.

"No, master. Slave girl is sorry for questioning master."

"Put the dress and the shoes in your closet and get to work. I want the dinner served at 7 o'clock." I pointed at the clock on the wall. "I think I will dine in the garden."

"Yes master."

The glitter in her eyes had faded a bit, but I saw a determined look on her face. I knew she was going to work hard to be a good slave for her master.

I resisted the urge to give her an encouraging kiss. Instead, I turned and went out into the garden. Slaves shouldn't be pampered, not even pretty little slaves I reminded myself.

It was a great afternoon. I mowed the lawn and tended to some of the plants. From time to time, I stopped working and listened. I could hear her working inside the house. She was not only working in the kitchen. After a while, I noticed that she had pulled out the vacuum cleaner, she was indeed taking her position seriously. I smiled and turned my attention to the plants again.

When she had finished vacuuming, I called her over. She came running and knelt before me.

"Get me a beer and a glass."

"Yes master."

I turned my attention to the leaves and tiny branches I had cut off, thus showing to her that I was done with her. She got up and hurried back inside.

In a minute, she was back kneeling beside me with a glass and a bottle.

"Does master want slave girl to pour the beer now?"

" Yes, please."

She poured the beer into the glass, kissed it softly as trained pleasure slaves are supposed to do, and then presented it to me. I grabbed the glass and took a sip and handed it back to her. Obediently she held the glass for me, allowing me to work the plants and to have another sip of beer whenever I wanted.

When I was done with the plants, I looked at my watch to see how long it was until dinner.

"Put the glass at the table."

"Yes, master."

"Then I think it's time to open the wine. You know how to open a wine bottle?"

"Yes master."

"Good. Then be ready to serve me dinner at 7 o'clock."

"Yes, master."

"Carry on with the preparations, slave girl."

"Thank you, master." She got on her feet and hurried away.

I put away the gardening tools and went to the table to finish the beer. The scent from the kitchen made me look forward to evaluating the result of Tina's kitchen training. Again, I checked my watch and saw that I had plenty of time for a shower before dinner.

When I got back, the sky was turning dark, but the evening was still warm. I sat down at the table again and noticed that the empty glass was gone, but I would have been surprised if she had forgotten to clear it away while I was in the shower.

As I waited for the dinner, I took another round in the garden, trying to make up my mind on what else needed to be done. I had been offered to hire one of the gardening slaves that was working on the block, but I had just a small garden, so it didn't require much of my time. Besides, I kind of enjoyed tending to it.

Before I had made up my mind, slave girl appeared from inside the house.

"Dinner is ready to be served master."

I nodded and told her to go ahead and then I sat down at the table. She set the table for me and then brought out dinner.

"Would master like to taste the wine?" She asked.

I told her to fill up the glass. Then she removed the cover from the plate and withdrew, kneeling and ready for new instructions. The presentation on the plate was nicely done and it made my mouth water.

I cut a piece of the meat and tasted it. Then I pointed to the ground just in front of me, and she quickly moved closer. I then cut another piece of meat and held it in front of her. I could see on her face that she was nervous. Had she failed? Was I displeased with her performance?

"Taste it."

"Yes, master." She opened her mouth and carefully took the meat from my fork.

"Slave girl has done a very good job. I am pleased."

"Thank you, master." Her face lit up with joy.

I ate the meal in silence. On occasions, I gave her one or two more bites from my fork. I even gave her a taste of the wine, and again she thanked me. When I was done with the dinner, I told her to fill up my glass and to take the remains back to the kitchen.

"Slave girl may have her own dinner now. Then be prepared to please me."

"Yes master." Quickly she cleared the table and withdrew back inside.

Later, I went inside and turned on the TV to watch the news and tonight's ball game. In the background, I could hear her move around. First in the kitchen and then in the bathroom. After about an hour she appeared. Silently she knelt just inside the door to the living room.

"Refill my glass." I held out my empty wine glass to her.

"Yes master."

She sprang to her feet, fetched the glass and disappeared into the kitchen for the re-fill. In a minute, she knelt beside me. I noticed that she had replaced the glass with a new, clean one. She gently kissed the glass and presented it to me. I took it from her hands and took a sip, then I placed the glass on the table.

" Come, sit here beside me." I patted the sofa next to me.

"Thank you master."

I put my arm around her, and she snuggled up next to me. Her body was still cold and fresh from the shower she had just had, and she smelled good from the perfume she had put on for me.

"What does slave girl know about ball games?"

"Nothing, master."

I explained the basics of the game as we watched. At first, she asked questions about this and that, but after a while I noticed that her head was becoming heavier; she had fallen asleep. It had been a long and demanding day for her, so I wasn't really surprised. Gently I put her head to rest in my lap.

I watched the game and sipped the wine. Absentmindedly, I played with her hair.

About an hour and a half later the game was over, the glass was empty, and slave girl was still sleeping in my lap. I reached out for the remote to turn off the TV and then turned my attention to the sleeping girl.

I watched her as she lay on the sofa, peacefully sleeping, and I felt a sudden desire to punish her. Hadn't I told her to be prepared to please me?

I let my hands gently touch her, explore her sleeping body. Under my hands, I could feel her nipples stiffen and, in her sleep, she moaned and opened herself up for my probing hand, and I could feel her warmth and moisture against my fingers. In her sleep, her body urged me to touch her. I played on her and her body moved, trying to catch my fingers to give her more pleasure.

Then I stopped, denying her the final pleasure.

Her body became restless as she moved in her sleep, trying to find my fingers again. Suddenly she stiffened and I knew she was awake.

"Did slave girl enjoy her sleep?"

"Yes, master." She replied faintly.

"Slave girl was supposed to please me, not to fall asleep."

"I'm sorry master. I didn't mean to fall asleep! Please don't punish me, master."

I touched her again and at once her body reacted. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up on her feet and led her by the hair to my bedroom. Once there I tied her hands behind her back, undressed and laid down on the bed.

"Show me what you have been taught, slave girl."

"Yes master." She crawled up into my bed.

Her skills had improved a lot and soon I threw her on her back and mounted her. It was a fine balance to satisfy myself and at the same time make sure that she stayed aroused, but not reaching her climax.

When I rolled off her, she was almost crying in desperation for her climax. She pulled on the ropes that held her hands secured on her back, but it was in vain. With my fingers, I kept her on the brink and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Slave girls should not sleep." I teased her.

"Please master, girl is sorry."

"Slave girl should be punished."

"Please master." She pleaded. "Master can whip me later, just let me come now. Please master!"

She screamed and almost fainted with pleasure when I brought her over the top.

When she had calmed down, I rolled her over and untied her hands and she curled up next to me. In a minute, I had fallen asleep.