Comfort Zone - Prolog
The use of the capitalized pronoun with reference to myself as "I" in this story instead of the usual respectful small case letter "i" and any other personal references that are not in small case are in no way meant to disrespect my Master or any other Masters or Mistresses in the BDSM Lifestyle.
I write for my Master with the knowledge that should He choose to submit my work for general consumption it is His prerogative to do so and for that purpose the story is written grammatically correct except with capitalization of any reference to him, with no insult intended.
Comfort Zone
As I sat comfortably reading a book that Master had given me to study I began to feel uneasy, that nagging inner voice we all have and should listen to, that warns us when something is amiss I was purposely choosing to ignore. How could anything be wrong? All was perfect in my world.
I was relaxing, luxuriating in the knowledge that the week so far, had been a success and things were going well and although Master's scenes and training sessions were intense I was coping with them and pleasing my Master. I didn't want anything to spoil my mood but if I allowed the nagging thought that was playing in my head to take hold, I would spoil the sense of peace and tranquility that I was now basking in and so I chose to ignore it. The Golden Rule of a slave service that my Master had instilled in me from the beginning and that was now trying to force itself into my consciousness, "A slave should never feel comfortable in her service of her Master."
I knew I shouldn't be reading, Master had told me that He wanted me to sleep, He was sleeping now, it was late afternoon and I had tried to fall asleep but because I had been told to sleep, and because it was an unusual time for me to rest I had known I was wasting my time. I had got out of bed, found the book, made some tea and rationalized the disobedience with the knowledge I was reading a book Master had ordered me to read, I sat comfortable intense on the subject and lost in the words.
This whole day had been unusual, the week had so far had set itself into a nice routine and pattern which seemed to have set up our days. After bathing, breakfast and household chores, a training or punishment session in the morning whichever was appropriate, followed by lunch and perhaps an outing to take in the beautiful area where Master lived. On these outings we could relax a little in each others company, although even in relaxed circumstances outside the apartment I always knew my place and showed Master due respect. Then back home for dinner prepared lovingly for my Master and finally another training session in His dungeon before retiring to bed. This morning He had already thrown me by leaving the apartment alone without saying a word eventually returning at lunchtime and now this afternoon siesta. Best not to dwell on it, I would soon be informed if it was my concern of that I was certain, I knew better than to question anything Master did.
It was hard to believe I was now a collared slave although not the ideal 24/7 relationship denied us by circumstance and distance. However here I was in Masters home and for the time I was here a true 24/7 collared submissive slave. In my travels outside of Masters home I had learned how to behaved and was in all respects still his slave in thought, word and deed. He owned me, but there was something more intense being here with Him and experiencing what it was like to really serve my Master in the flesh.
I had been His slave in training for seven months but most of my training had been conducted over the internet and except for one other week when He had visited my home town we had been denied the pleasure of the physical contact and interaction between a slave and her Master that most couples in our Total Power Exchange enjoy.
My online training had been thorough, rigorous and comprehensive probably due to the fact that it had been conducted at a distance online and also besides being an experienced slave trainer Master had been an educator by profession. I knew I was well informed more so than I would have been had we not had this restriction on our time together and I had learned more theory and history of Master slave relationships than would have been practical if we had been together in person. I knew I was better equipped than most slaves to deal with the rigors of my situation; Master had made sure of that. Now finally I was experiencing slave service first hand, no longer just the fantasy that had haunted me for years. I really felt that the enforced separation made our real time spent together more intense and this heightened my sense of anticipation and trepidation when we were together and made me feel every sensation more deeply making the whole experience to my mind even more profound. Using email, IM, voice chat and web cam Master had sent me lectures to read and a creed to learn by heart. He had taken me to websites to see videos and pictures of slaves in training and from sites devoted to position training He had shown me the positions He required me to learn and practice. On His command I had read erotic stores aloud to Him that He had chosen to highlight a particular point in my overall training. He listened to my comments and gauged my reaction to His training via web cam. This allowed Him to judge my progress towards becoming His slut slave.
I was taught about munches, glory holes, cellars and Masters dungeons, the proper protocol should I be called upon to service other Masters at my Master's command, and how to behave when Master took me out when wanting to "show me off." I had known that although I would always be dressed without panties and in the clothes of His choice when leaving the apartment, being more mature than many of my sister slaves He would never embarrass either of us in general public and He would choose my apparel with discretion. I also knew that Master would never command me to do anything illegal and so I had believed places and activities of this nature were only shown to me to complete my education and I felt safe in the comfort of my own belief that it was not likely in our relationship that I would ever have to face any of these challenges.
I was given homework assignments to do when we were not online together and expected to learn what He was presenting to me. I knew He expected me to be ready for the true world of Master's slut slave when my visit to His dungeon took place. A few weeks before the visit I was ordered by whatever means necessary to find Him a list of at least four adult bookstores in the area that had viewing booths. I had to find out the hours and send Master maps from His apartment to their location. If they had websites that was easy but if not I had to phone which was not as convenient for me given our distance but I had completed the assignment in the prescribed time and Master had been satisfied. Other homework assignments that I was required to complete included writing erotic stories and also contributing to progressive erotic stories written with Master and I had to keep a diary which not only helped Master understand my mind set but had also given us topics to discuss. This enabled us to iron out any problems that arose from my understanding or misunderstanding of my studies. It helped me through the jumbled thoughts and mixed emotions of an uninformed submissive to the now submissive slave who wants nothing more than to please her Master.
We had drawn up a contract listing rules, rituals and dress code and I had signed it willingly and now here I was living it, but what was that little inner voice telling me? What was I missing?
A sudden angry voice brought me to my senses I had fallen asleep reading. "What are you doing here slave? I thought I told you to lie down and sleep." His harsh voice almost like a slap in the face roused me. I tried to explain to Master but He was not in the mood for my excuses. He began to pull His belt out of the loops of His pants but stopped. "Ok my pet You will pay for this later I was going to give you the belt right here and now " He said in an ominously low voice the very tone striking trepidation in my mind, "We don't have time now but I wont forget, don't you worry. You will pay for disobeying me." He promised, then in a very matter of fact voice He said, "We are going out tonight I want you to get ready and prepare for my little adventure." That was nice I thought, maybe Master was taking me to a cozy restaurant like He had the night of my collaring and that meant I wouldn't need to cook but that idea was soon dispelled when He said, "We will eat early, then at around ten you will bath and prepare yourself as you do for Masters inspection of your body. Then you will dress in the clothes I will have laid out for you. You will have exactly an hour to get ready no longer is that understood? You will wear you slut make up like you would for your training sessions at home." I realized these instructions meant something very different was going to happen tonight and my heart skipped a beat, leaving the house in heavy slutty make up and goodness knows what clothing, this was not what I had expected and I was puzzled but thought I had better do as I was told without comment in the mood Master was in I knew I would have to present myself for his whip if I did not do as I was told immediately. To keep my mind off my concerns I told myself this was some kind of test of my obedience and nothing more.
I began to prepare dinner and my mind was not really on what I was doing and my heart wasn't in it. The resulting meal left much to be desired and displeased Master and didn't do anything to improve my situation. Once again He said He would deal with that later, He remained unusually quiet throughout the meal and then retired to His chair to watch TV while I did the dishes, cleared the kitchen and served Him a glass of juice. I watched the clock carefully in the charged atmosphere and at exactly ten went to the bathroom to prepare myself for the inspection as He had commanded. When I was ready I presented myself for His inspection.
