She turned off His computer a bit reluctantly, knowing that when she did she would have to start her chores. She hated doing chores. She spun around in his large computer chair, kicking off to spin a few times, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of weightlessness it seemed to give her. Slowing to a halt, she sighed heavily, looking around the chambers.
The bed was unmade. The furniture all needed polishing and dusting. The floor was in dire need of a vacuuming and the kitchen counter and sink held the remnants of the last night's dinner and that morning's breakfast. Their closet was a war zone in itself, screaming to be organized. Then there was, of course, the spare room, still clogged with orphan items; things that had no place or home. She groaned as the list grew, remembering that the car needed cleaning, too. Master pointed out some of these things to her, the rest didn't need pointing out. She just knew they needed to be done. She knew there was only one thing to do.
Go shopping.
She grinned as the idea blossomed in her mind. She never wore shoes anymore, except heels when he would take her out, or her red boots, which only became better with age. She didn't wear clothes much, either, but that didn't mean she didn't need some new ones. She wiggled in the chair, the idea gaining more and more favor. She scooted from his chair and bounded to the closet. She found a little sundress, easy to pull on and off in the changing rooms, and a little pair of thongs, perfect for trying on tight little jeans. She slid her small feet into a pair of sandals, and then looked at her image in the mirror. She smiled, pleased with her reflection, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back, her lips rouged a gentle pink. Giggling, she kissed her reflection, leaving an outline of pearlescent color on the glass. Twirling, she made her way out of the chambers.
The clock was striking seven as she made her way back into the chambers, her arms and hands full of boxes and bags. She threw everything on the unmade bed and began to tear into the boxes, grinning with delight at her purchases. Pulling a new dress from one box, she held it to her body, gliding around the room with it held to her, giggling happily, feeling giddy. Dropping the dress on the bed, she pulled a pair of new denim capris from the bag of clothes, plopping on the bed to wiggle into them, enjoying how they clung to her shapely hips and thighs. Snatching her new hat, the cowboy variety, worn and bent, far too expensive, festooned with purple and red feathers, she danced around, her head back, holding the hat on her head, spinning. Opening her eyes as she spun, she came to an awkward halt, uttering a deep gasp, almost colliding with him.
He seemed to have materialized out of thin air, she thought, her cheeks warm with blush. Without thinking, she sank to her knees, the quirky little hat still on her head. Her eyes lowered to the floor as she laced her hands behind her, her basic instincts making her position perfect, her small body quivered with delight at seeing Him. She knelt silent before him, waiting for him to speak. She frowned softly, his silence unusual. She glanced up a little ways, slightly dismayed at seeing his hand clenching to a fist, then unclenching slowly. She spoke softly, shyly. "Master?"
It was a long moment before he spoke. "Been shopping, pet?"
She wriggled on her heels as she answered, feeling the tension in his voice. Her belly knotted a bit. "Yes, Master, I have been. A little."
She dared a glance up at him only to find him glaring down at her.
"I don't recall giving you permission to go shopping, pet. And I distinctly recall giving you instructions to get your work done while I was gone." She watched him with a growing sense of dread as he looked around the room, his eyes darkening quickly. "It seems that when I'm gone you do as you please." She winced as he looked down at her. She quickly lowered her eyes, biting the inside of her lip anxiously.
He walked from her, making a circle of the room, silently inventorying the work she hadn't done. She watched him, her belly tightening more as he went from room to room, his eyes and face darkening with each step. She stayed where she was, kneeling on the floor where he had left her, uttering a soft little whimper when she felt him close behind her, his boots flanking her hips.
"Any explanation, slave?"
He drew the last word out in a sarcastic drawl. Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke, knowing the inflection was intentional, the intention being to remind her of her place. It worked. It always worked. She dropped her eyes and whispered softly.
"I needed some new clothes, Master." As soon as she said it, she recognized it for the lame reason it was, but she was too late. She felt him snatch the playful hat from her head, eliciting a soft cry. He held it clenched in his fist and thrust it in front of her face, his powerful grip distorting the familiar shape, mashing the feathers.
"You needed this? My slave, who I prefer naked at all times, needed new clothes?" He growled deeply, softly, raising the tiny hairs on the nape of her slender neck, dropping the mangled hat in her lap. "When did you expect to do the rest of your chores, pet? Did you suppose that they would be done all on their own? That, miraculously, they would be done when you returned? Or was it that you were expecting me to do them?" He entwined his hand in her flaxen hair almost stealthily, tightening to a painful fist as he emphasized the word "me". She gasped in pain, the fire spreading through her scalp. He twisted her hair around his fist and shook her hard, wrenching a cry of pain from her. He spoke through tight lips and clenched teeth. "I expect an answer to my questions, slave."
"No, Master," she answered in a desperate, agonized whimper. "No, Master...please."
