I wrote this story in honor of my former master, whom remains nameless.
I looked up sharply as the large grandfather clock in the living room erupted with sound. "Scraps, Master's coming!" I yelled, kneeling in front of the door. My new friend Jenna -Master had named her Scraps- came rushing inside the room. She quickly kneeled beside me, her silver collar glistening in the sunlight. A few seconds later I heard Master's car pull into the driveway, the sound I had heard everyday at 5:00 for three years.
The front door opened and closed with a slight squeak. Scraps and I looked down at our Master's shoes, knowing better than to look into his eyes. "Welcome home, Master!" I said with a smile, knowing I would be punished if I wasnt smiling.
"Yes master, welcome home!" Scraps added quickly, a bright smile on her tan cheeks. When I looked at Scraps I saw her trying desperately to hide her fear, but it only added to her frightened features. Master had given Scraps plenty of bruises, but luckily he hadnt branded or fucked her yet.
Master sighed and grunted at us in response. He threw his coat on top of me and dropped his bag in front of Scraps. We both quickly put them in the closet, then resumed our positions.
"How was your day, master?" Scraps asked, looking up at Master. Master responded with a hard backhand, forcing Scraps to stagger back. She wasnt quite used to getting hit and slapped, for she was only 18. Every master knew that only slaves 18 and older would be sold.
"Looking up at me, cunt? You know better." He growled, motioning fiercly for her to get back on her knees. I kept my eyes at Master's feet, obediently, wishing I could be there for my friend. Scraps kissed Master's shoes apologetically and was greeted with a hard kick in the face. Though her nose didnt bleed, I could tell she would have a large bruise for three weeks at least.
"Poor Scraps...She's just a teenager, she doesnt understand all of this..." I thought to myself.
"Stain!" My master yelled, causing me to awaken from my thoughts. I looked at my master's shoes, being careful to keep my eyes lowered. Slaves like Scraps and I went allowed to look any master in the eye. Like a dog, if a slave looked their master in the eye it was considered challenging them.
"Yes master?" I asked, straightening my pose a little.
"What did you do today?" He asked, gently stroking my cheek. I closed my eyes, breathing softly.
"Stain and Scraps washed the dishes, cleaned the house, fed the animals and ate our food off the floor, master." I responded quickly, knowing not to refer to myself as 'I' when he was around. I could hear the fear in my voice, but ignored it and remained quiet after I finished my sentence.
Master gently patted my head. "And what did you eat, slave?" He asked me, watching Scraps with his dark brown eyes. I could feel a strange vibe beside me, a vibe of pure fear. It was as though Scraps knew Master was watching her; but I wasnt surprised, I'd felt the same way many times.
"Our daily gruel, master." I said quickly, my hands gently resting on my knees. Scraps remained silent beside me. Even though she was a fairly new slave, she new better than to talk while Master was addressing me.
"Good girls.." He cooed, stroking our cheeks with each hand. Scraps and I gently nuzzled our master's hands with our cheeks. We knew it was probably the best reward a slave could get from their master, so we appreciated the small comfort.
"Scraps, I want you to go to the slave auction on the other side of town, alight? There will be a man in a blue car outside at 6:00 and he will take you there. Am I understood?" He asked, his eyes glued to her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Scraps sigh as she nodded.
"Yes master..I understand." She replied. Master growled and grabbed Scraps by the hair. Not knowing what she did wrong, Scraps struggled a little. Tsk tsk, using "I" in a sentence was Scraps' big mistake.
"I'm going to have to punish you, you filthy slut!" He yelled at her, sitting down in a large chair. "Stain, go get me The Glove!" Master yelled to me.
I quickly got up and went to fetch "The Glove". I returned with a shoe box, kneeling before my master. "Here you are, my master." I said, bowing my head. Though someone else might feel weird presenting a box to someone, I was quite used to it. I had to do it frequently in the past three years.
"Open it, stupid." He growled at me. I mentally kicked myself and opened the shoe box, a large glove with thumbtacks attached to it. I helped master slide the glove on without hurting himself, although I got a few scratches.
"Now I want you to watch, Stain. I know how much you love Scraps." Master said with a cruel grin. I held back my sigh and looked up, sadness in my eyes. This was Scraps' first time with "The Glove". Unaware of what she was about to encounter, Scraps squirmed nervously.
Master sharply brought his hand down on Scraps' ass. She let out a loud scream, enfused with surprise and pain. I winced slightly, it pained me to see Scraps like this. Master grinned, bringing his thumbtacked glove down her back. He squeezed her asscheek and smiled, pleased with her pain. Scraps sobbed loudly, blood slowly dripping from her body. After three more strikes, Master let go of Scraps and led her outside.
"Be a good girl, Scraps..." He whispered to her, gently stroking her cheek. Scraps' sobs became softer and softer until she stopped. Master smiled and placed his hand under her chin, lifting her head. He looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead. "Now go, little one. I will pick you up in a few hours." He said, spanking her gently. Scraps yelped in pain, her ass still sore. Saying nothing, Scraps nodded, walking towards the man in the car.
Scraps disappeared into the car, then disappearing from the small street in which the car was stopped. I nervously kneeled in front of the door, waiting for my master to return. When the door opened I looked at my master's shoes, covered with dirt. He carelessly walked into the living room and sat on the couch, motioning for me to sit in front of him.
