There is still so much I have to learn. How could I forget that my Master is all powerful and all knowing? That all I see or do or experience is at the hand of my Master? That I exist only to serve him?
But the last shred of self has not yet been extinguished in this slave. So when I see her, sitting across the terrace from us, glorious in the sunlight...I can't help myself. My body's reaction is instantaneous. And she seems to recognize something in me. As she rises from her chair and looks in our direction, our eyes lock and all rational thought is lost. I turn to you and beg you to excuse me for a moment. I follow her to the ladies' room. Behind my back, I miss your quick smile and the nod of acknowledgement you give her companion.
Once we have passed through the door, she simply turns, leans against the counter, and lifts her skirt. I can only think to drop to my knees and press my mouth against her sweet, fragrant mound. My tongue probes between her down-covered lips until it reaches the hot, wet core of her being. It could have been minutes or hours that I knelt there worshiping her creamy pussy and hard clit. But I did not stop until her body stilled and her cries quieted. As quickly as it had begun, she was gone. I took a moment to pull myself together before rejoining you at our table.
Instantly I knew. The look in your eyes made it clear that you were impatient at having been kept waiting. But my fate was sealed when you grabbed the back of my neck and drew me to you for a kiss. Your nostrils flared at the unmistakable scent of cum; your tongue running over my teeth found the indisputable truth of what I had done.
As you seated me in the car for the trip home, ever polite and correct in your public treatment of this most wretched and undeserving slave, I tried to explain. One quick, sharp backhand across my cheek told me that no explanation would be acceptable. With your hand print starkly visible, I cried all the way home...both from the shame, the pain, and the dread of what would come next. Once there, you escorted me directly to my room. Not saying another word, I knew what was expected of me for my insolence. I stepped out of my dress to assume my proper position -- draped naked over my whipping post. I waited, bracing for the first strike of whichever implement you deemed appropriate for this transgression. To my horror and further humiliation, all I heard was your voice..."Your need for self-gratification is obviously greater than your need to remain with me. I will release you tonight unless you can prove to me that your desire to serve your Master means more to you than your old life. You will have only one chance." The only remaining sound was the key turning in the lock.
How could I have been so stupid? So careless and so thoughtless? It had taken so many years of waiting before my Master had found me. And now, because I insisted on being such a selfish, ungrateful bitch I was about to lose everything I so desperately wanted and needed. But I knew what was expected of an obedient, willing slave even though I had not finished my training. So I must prepare -- quickly and thoroughly. I could not bear the thought of being turned out into a world where not even a lesser master would save me from myself. My Master is everything to me; I just need to make him see my desire to be possessed wholly by him.
I'm not sure how long I had been waiting, but it was late in the evening when you returned to find me in the proper position of complete supplication -- kneeling, chest to knees, arms out, fingers flat, forehead touching the floor. I had dressed appropriately also for that most dreaded and severe of punishments. But the rack was no less than I deserved. So you found me naked but for the studded leather neck and waist collars and the wrist and ankle restraint cuffs. I could not meet your eyes when you had me rise from the floor. I was afraid of what I might see in them; either the disappointment or the satisfaction would have been equally terrifying. But as you raised my chin and the tears fell from my eyes, I saw all that I had hoped for -- the triumph, the power, and the thrill of your anticipation.
It was time for me to speak. My entire universe balanced on my next few words. I could not find my voice at first. My tongue darted out to lick my lips once before I could finally begin. "Master, this pitiful excuse for your slave has brought shame to you through her willful disobedience and rampant whoring. She, who is nothing without her most supreme Master, begs you to accept her most abject apology. With this apology, Master she offers to you all that she has left to give -- her body and, ultimately, her soul. This useless slave has already willing given up possession of her heard and mind to you. She now begs you to take her through the remainder of her training -- now, tonight -- so that she may be made worthy of continued service and obedience to you, her only Master."
"You know what you are asking for, slave?"
"Yes, Master. I am asking you to use me on the rack. And all that it involves. So that I may be cleansed of any remaining rebellious thoughts or actions."
"Very well. We will see how serious you are."
As we descent to the playroom, my entire body begins to tremble. I know you keep no other slaves here, but I also know that you offer your facilities and expertise for the training of new slaves and pets for other people. I have heard the screams often. And I wonder if anyone will hear mine tonight.
