"Good evening Slave, how is your night going?" My master says to me coolly over the telephone.
I love hearing master's voice, even on the phone; it makes me want to weep all the emotions it brings out of me. Master has a strong chest and shoulders, I have never been afraid he couldn't handle something. His jaw is square and his dark eyes rarely smile, I love to make him smile whenever I can.
"Oh, sir, it is going great now, boring day here" I say to him, practically gushing over the phone.
"Anything happen? I am on my way home, and like to be prepared" Master says in his calculated tone into the phone.
Master likes to know how my kids were; he has stepped into the role as their father when he became my master. I usually have nothing much to tell him, I don't have to; they run up to him and tell him everything anyway.
"Dad, dad, guess what? I made the football team" "Dad, guess what? I got an A+ on the test" "Daddd, he is picking on me" "She started it!" are some of their typical war cries upon His arrival home.
"Nah, not much, the kids are at my parents for the night, since I knew you were going to be late, I went to dinner with Jen, we went to the Spaghetti Warehouse. Oh, I got a call from Mike, and we talked for a bit, it was fun to laugh with him again, I was picking on him for being sleeveless. We were laughing about old times, I had forgotten how silly he was. Then he got all-weird on me, telling me he wants to 'reclaim me' and I told him that I am with you. He asked if I was collared, I told him no, you haven't seen fit too yet, and he told me to get my old collar from him and put it on. I said no, he told me that I will 'never be loved again like he loved me' (imitating him voice to show the stupidity of the words) and he was being snotty, I am so happy you are coming home now, you can deal with him when he calls back." I finally finish my ramble, sometimes I talk on and on nervously when chatting with Master, I can't help myself.
The phone line went quiet, an eerie silence coming from the other end. I shift nervously, and I tug at my shirt. I put it on because it is Master's and the oversized fabric usually feels good, but for some reason, it doesn't feel right, like I don't belong in it.
"Sir? Sir? Are you there?" I call out to him nervously
"Get into position, I will be home soon" Masters says softly and soon the phone goes dead, and my blood ran cold.
I go into the bedroom and get ready for him to come in. My head is spinning. What had I done? I told him the truth, he only told me I was not to have sex with another, or talk about sex with another, or show myself to another without his permission. I had not done any of those with Mike, well, none that I had admitted too. Sometimes, the conversation drifted, but I always pulled it back.
I hear Master walk into the room, I am on the bed, on my knees, my face is down and my arms are out in front of me. I have taken off all my clothes, and folded my jeans and Master's shirt neatly at the edge of the bed. My brown curls are down, engulfing my face. I cannot see him, but I hear him breath. I can feel his eyes on me. In a way, I wish I could see them, search them for something, I don't know what, just something. And in a way, I am happy I can't see them, that way, the last image of him I have in my head is of him smiling at me before work today. The phone rings, breaking the still silence, and I hear master answer it.
"Yes she is hear, who is calling? Mike? Yeah, here she is." Master says, noticeably angered.
He props the phone to my ear. And stands there, listening to my conversation.
"Mike, I can't talk now, Master is angry." I say into the phone, my voice filled with shame.
"Slave, does you master love you." Mike asks me as I shake slowly, my ear bouncing off the phone gently.
"I am not your slave, and I am sure he does!" I reply angrily to Mike.
"Has he told you like I did? Do you hear his voice tell you he loves you after every punishment? Before work? Before bed?" Mike continues, pressing both his and my luck.
"No, he doesn't, but I am sure he does. And don't call me slave, I am masters slave." I say to him defiantly.
Master takes the phone from me, and hangs it up. I am thinking of everything that Mike said, and without thinking, I look up at master while he stands at my head and my outstretched arms. The look on his face I saw, hurt me to the core of my being. It wasn't anger, it was pain. I have never hurt master like this before. I can feel my heart breaking into a million pieces, and I turn away.
"Slave." I hear Master say down to me.
"No master, please, don't make me look up again, I can not take the pain I see on your face, I am truly sorry." My eyes are burning with tears now as I speak to him softly, still not looking up.
The phone rings again, dear God no, I cannot do this, not now, not ever again. Master puts it on speaker. Mikes voice comes in and fills the room. "Slave, are you there?"
"Yes sir, I am here." I say, through slight sobs.
"Do you want me to be your master again?" Mike's voice is pleading, less authoritative than Master's.
"No" I reply back, coldly through my tears.
"Are you sure?" Mike asks again, definitely pleading now.
"Yes" I barely let the word escape my lips.
"I love you slave, you know that right?" Mike won't let up.
"Yes" I respond softly, defeated.
