Going Nowhere - 10

The moment I opened the front door I saw her kneeling on the slave carpet. Her head was lowered, and my cane was resting in her lap.

I was puzzled and a bit worried.

When I closed the door, she extended both hands towards me, offering me the cane. Her head was still lowered.

"Speak to me, slave girl."

"Master, slave girl requests a punishment." Her voice was humble but determined.

"Punishment? For what? What has happened, slave girl?"

She hesitated.

"Slave girl doesn't know, master, just that master is displeased with slave girl, so she must be punished." She paused for a breath and then she went on.

"Slave girl must learn to be a better slave to master. Slave girl wants to be punished so she can learn. Please, don't sell me master. Slave girl requests punishment, master."

Her voice trembled as the words poured out of her, and it took me a few seconds to take in what she had just said.

"What makes you think I am displeased with my slave girl?"

Again, she hesitated.

"Talk to me, slave girl."

She took a deep breath.

"Master doesn't speak to slave girl anymore. No instructions or comments or corrections. Master hardly tastes the food slave girl has cooked for him, and..."

I could hear her brace herself. "And slave girl has not been permitted to eat in two days, master." Her voice faded and she started to sob.

"Slave girl don't know what she has done wrong, master." She was crying.

With a sigh, I took the cane from her and tossed it away before I squatted in front of her.

"Look at me, slave girl." Slowly she raised her face towards me. I could now see fear in her eyes and tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I am not displeased with slave girl," I said gently. "Do you hear what I'm saying?"

She looked at me and nodded slowly.

"Yes, master." I could hear that she wasn't convinced.

"I now realise that I have been a poor master lately, and I am sorry for that. It's been a hellish time at work, and I've been exhausted by the time I got home. I should have told you."

She looked at me, blinking, her eyes still wet with tears.

"And I am truly sorry that I even forgot to give you permission to eat."

"Master should not apologise to slave girl, it's not appropriate," she said with a faint smile.

I reached out and grabbed her collar and pulled her closer to me.

"Master does what he likes, slave girl," I said with a smile. "And right now I want to apologise."

"Thank you, master."

"Is dinner ready, slave girl?"

"Yes, it is, master." Her smile was bigger now.

"And I am hungry. Go wash your face and then serve the dinner, slave girl."

"Yes, master." When I let go of her collar, she hurried away.

The dinner was indeed excellent, and I told her so. As I ate, I gave her a few morsels from my plate, possibly more than I usually did, but what the heck -- master do what he like.

When I was finished, I told her to feed herself. I watched her eat while I finished the glass of wine she had served me, and when she was done, she started to clean up the kitchen.

I went to the living room and lit a fire in the fireplace. When the fire was cracking, I called for her and ordered her to cuddle up next to me on the sofa. She happily complied.

Within two minutes I was asleep.

THE END

About Going Nowhere - Authors notes

The story of Slave girl and her master ends in chapter 10.

I can imagine that some of you find it a bit disappointing, so I thought I should say a few words about my thoughts when I wrote the story and why I stopped writing.

It all started back in 2015 when I had read a handful of Gor novels (for those who don't know what Gor is, you could catch up by reading the article on Wikipedia).

The more I read, the more I felt that both the characters and the plots in the Gor novels lacked believability. For sure, Gor is a mix of fantasy and science-fiction, so by default, they are "unrealistic". But there were just too many things in the stories that made me cringe.

Don't get me wrong here. I still feel that the whole idea of a world with a "Gorish" kind of slavery is interesting to explore. What would it look like if it was set in a modern world? So that's why I started writing.

I didn't have a plan or a storyline, I just picked up ideas and wrote one episode at a time, trying my best to keep the story believable and at the same time interesting for a reader.

So, if you have read all or most of the episodes and are still reading this, I guess I have succeeded.

Why did I stop writing?

I could have written a couple more chapters where my two characters have steaming hot and kinky sex, but I also wanted the story to move forward, and that's where I lost it.

A good story needs challenges and conflicts, and as I pondered what major event might come along, I suddenly knew...

Master (I still haven't named him) is a rather successful man in this world, and soon there would be social pressure on him to get married and start a family. Of course he can't marry an illiterate slave girl.

No, society would demand that the "wife-to-be" would be a free woman and of good social standing.

So how would a wife view the relationship between master and slave girl?

- Would she accept it? I doubt it.

- Would she make life difficult for slave girl? I'm quite sure she would.

- Would she demand that master to get rid of slave girl? Likely.

Of course, this would have been an interesting story to explore, but I must confess that I had made one of the worst mistake a writer can make: getting too attached to my characters, and especially to slave girl.

I just couldn't break her heart by putting her through all this.

So instead, I decided to leave them on the sofa, close together, watching the sparkling fire and falling asleep... and going nowhere.

Thank you so much for reading. //Amy

P. S.

I would love to know your thoughts about this and about the story, so please leave a comment.

D. S.