Tuesday – Discipline and Denial
The day crept in through the open window and slowly I drift back to reality. Last night still playing in my mind, I notice I am alone in bed and no one on the floor. I can hear noises from the kitchen and get up to move that way. As I enter the room Leah turns, drops to her knees, lowers her head and waits. I walk close and place my hand on the crown of her head, "Good morning lil one."
She looks up from the side and smiles, adding a quiet, "Good morning Sir, if it pleases you, sit and I will bring your breakfast, then I have a bath prepared, clothes laid out," she drops her head waiting for my response.
"You have honored me lil one, I will sit, you may sit while I eat." Sitting at the oak table and waiting for the plate. She brings a plate of eggs, ham and hash brown potatoes, along with a tall glass of orange juice. I see she is dressed in nothing but the slave-wear I had placed on here, nothing else covers her tiny body. Last nights slaps to her ass have left it a slight blue, she bruises easily, I will remember that, I don't want the marks to be seen by the wrong people.
"I am glad to see you remembered the dress code, it makes me happy." I reach out and slid my fingers across her clit and lips, she is wet, should I assume it is just for me? Yes, I will. She drops her head and I hear a soft moan escape from her lips. I can feel her pussy getting even wetter from my touch, I like that, means I am taking control. "How was last night for you, you can speak to tell me, lil one?"
"It was amazing Sir," looking down as she answers, "I felt like it was my first time all over again, but more. I wanted you to control me, use me, make me do things I had never dreamed of doing." Suddenly she looks embarrassed as if she was starting to realize what she had become. My toy, My possession. She needed to be treated this way, to be owned and she was starting to know this.
"What did you like about it, and what did you dislike, and remember, this is for me to understand you, I expect complete honesty. Not that I care what you want or don't want, as always that is my prerogative, you have no choice. You will do what ever I want and if you want something you will hope I give it to you or let you do it, understand cunt?" There is no change in her expression as I tell her this.
"Yes Master, I understand completely, I am just a cunt for your pleasure. I was so turned on by you controlling me and not letting me even cum without your permission, the way you used me made me feel dirty and unimportant, except when I could see the pleasure it gave you. As far as what I didn't like, it surprised me, but there was little I didn't like, the only thing was when you left me alone, even with you just sitting in the room, you were there. When you were gone I was empty and unnecessary, that I hated every minute of."
This was a rare find, she really felt the need, the desire to be a slave, it has been years since I have seen a sub like her, most play the game, need a small amount of the abuse or desire to be controlled, she craves it, can not live without it. I smile knowing what I have found in Leah. "Thank you for being honest lil one, I am happy to have found you, you will learn this life well. Today will be another new experience, I can assure you."
I finish my breakfast and get up, Leah starts to clean up after me without a word and I move to the bathroom, as I get inside she comes to the door, asking permission to enter. I stand at the toilet and relieve myself, she gets a washcloth and waits, when I finish she looks down and asks if she can clean my cock, I smile and tell her I would like that, she drops to her knees and licks the head, this surprises me, I thought the cloth, but she used that after I was cleaned by her tongue.
She washes my cock and balls and watches them as they start to harden, when I get hard she swallows my cock into her warm wet mouth and lets my cock slide into her throat. Holding me deep her throat squeezing me as she relaxes. I quickly cum and she swallows ever drop, licks the head and finishes again with the washcloth, then sets back on her heels letting me walk to the sink. I shave the spots with no beard and slip into the bath she has ready for me.
She shifts over to the side of the tub and again asks if she can wash me. As I tell her yes, she starts with my feet and washes me, then rinses my clean legs and feet, She completes the job from my feet to my neck, gentle and lovingly washing every inch. I watch her, her pussy is throbbing as she touches me. I can see she is very wet. When she finishes with the wash I stand and step out so she can dry me.
Walking into the bedroom she begins to dress me, this is so wonderful. When I am dressed she returns to the floor on her knees and lays her head against my leg as she closes her eyes, her arms behind her as if bound at the wrists. "We have some work outside today, you need to get dressed for it," saying this I walk away and into the living room. "When you get ready come in here and we will start the day."
A few minutes later she enters the living room wearing a thong and sandals to complement her slave-wear. Again the instructions do not escape her. I walk out and she quickly follows. We are in the yard cutting grass and raking, her doing the work mostly with me showing her what she is to do and then we head over to the large garden. I want her to see what is required to be mine, the garden needs tended daily and I expect the yard work kept up without my input. It has been sometime since my yard was taken care of by a slave. In the garden she finally sees that we are being watched, there are neighbors at the fence watching her work, it has been awhile since they had a good show on my property and they respectfully stand and watch with no comment to ruin their chances of this show continuing.