)4: Discipline
I woke up to see Master standing over me, a lit cigarette between his smiling lips and a coffee in his hand. The sun blared in my eyes as I tried to focus them. I pushed myself with my still bound hands, to sit the way he expects of me. I sat on my knees but noticed a dilemma. I tried to figure out a way to cross my arms behind me.
"That's alright, place them on your lap," he said almost like he read my mind. He walked to the couch and asked
"Sleep well, my pet,"
"Yes master," I lied.
"Well, would you like that to be your permanent spot?" he asked as he sat down on the couch. I was reluctant to answer. He chuckled to himself and signaled to me with his finger to come to him. I crawled to his feet and resume my position. He reached down and grabbed my hands to remove the belt from my wrists. He rubbed them and placed them on my lap. I immediately crossed them behind me. He patted my head and said
"Good Girl," as a weak smile grew across my face.
"Master needs you to go get his paper from the front lawn," He told me. His apartment was the first from the front door. He pointed to the newspaper from his window with the view of the lawn.
"Alright, I'll go get my clothes," I said standing up.
He laughed and said, "I don't recall telling you to get dressed." I hesitated, not sure what I should do as his impatience stared to show. I was reluctant to go.
"I would like to read my paper before my coffee gets cold," He complained. I slowly walked to the door and placed my hand on the knob, looking back at him to make sure he was serious. He took a sip of his coffee, just looking at me. I took a deep breath and ran out the door. I figured the faster I grab the paper, the faster I could get back inside. I ran to the lawn and saw the bag that keeps the newspaper dry from the rain and picked it up.
"It's empty?" I was confused.
I turned my head to his window and I saw Master sitting on the couch with his cigarette, reading a newspaper. Realizing I didn't have a key to get back inside, I knocked on the window. Master pretended not to hear me, but I could see him smile. I knocked louder and he turned to look at me and smiled again, then kept reading. A cool gust of wind, made me realize that, it was freezing outside and I stood naked in front of a man's window. This could look bad. I noticed a bush beside me and hid in between it and the building as I tired to cover myself to keep warm.
A few moments have gone by and I was at the point of shivering, when the door opened. I hesitated, not sure it was him or someone else.
"Here, kitty kitty," Master called out. I poked my head out the bushes, to see his smiling face. I ran under his arm that was holding the door open and into the apartment. I bounced around, rubbing my arms as I tried to get warm. Master walks through the door way and slams the door behind him. I jumped and turned around to face him. His game had long past at this point, according to his expression.
"Have you not learned anything, yet?" he asked with his thick arms crossed his firm chest.
"You left me out there in the cold!" I defended.
"As a punishment," he said in a calm voice as if correcting my statement. He released his arms and walked towards me and continued to say,
"You have no choices, no opinions, no voice. If I want you to go outside bare ass, you will. No questions asked. That was a test and you failed miserably. So, you had to be punished."
My back hit the wall behind me as he took his final steps in front of me. My head lowered as I still looked up at him. He placed his hand on the wall beside my head and continued.
"You are mine now and what I say goes. Do you understand me," I swallowed hard and looked away frightened. He grabbed my head and forced it up hard.
"That was a question and I'd advise you to answer it," He threatened.
"Yes..Master," I sulked. He let go of my face and accepted his victory with a "That's better." He stood back a little and crossed his arms again.
"Well?" he questioned as he waited for my next move.
I slumped to the floor and crossed my arms still looking down.
"You missed a step," he corrected as he bent down and forced my head up to look at him. He walked away and sat back in his couch. He sipped his coffee and looked at me again.
"It's cold. Go pour me some more," he said holding the cup out to me. I got up, grabbed the cup and walked to the kitchen to pour him a fresh cup. I walked back and sat to my knees and handed it to him. He patted my head again and went back to his paper. I sat there waiting for any requests or demands when I notice I was still cold and I shivered again.
"On my bed is a spare blanket, go grab it." he said not moving the newspaper.