As i exit the lounge i remember a time, not so very long ago, when i was the one kneeling before Master for the first time. Of course, i did not call Him Master then. He was "Sir" to me…
i remember being so nervous i could barely control my thigh muscles as He instructed me in the way He wanted me to kneel. i was dressed in a sheer silk shift, with a smooth soft length of rope tied loosely around my waist. His gentle touch reassured me as He molded me into the shape He was pleased with. He aroused my nipples so they were more prominent and He was pleased, and so gentle with me, i felt at ease almost immediately.
It seems so long ago, and yet it has been no more than a few months. A pang of jealousy runs through me as i wonder whether Master is touching her too…
Glancing at my watch, i see it will soon be time for lunch. i need to get things going in the kitchen if Master is to have His meal promptly at 1:00, as He likes it. i proceed down the hallway to the spacious kitchen. This is one of my favorite rooms in the Manor. It is so bright and airy, and i do so love preparing Master's food for Him. Slowly warming on the stove is a large pot of French Market Soup....mmm, it smells wonderful! i give it a thorough stirring, and after ensuring that the heat is not too high under the pot, i turn my attention to setting the table.
Gathering the dishes and silver, i enter the adjoining dining room and set the table for One. i have gotten into the habit of setting only Master's place at the head of the table, and waiting to be asked to join Him. Most of the time He wants me at the table with Him, but with O/our "company" today, i am unsure of His preference.
i hear the door to the lounge opening, and Master’s footsteps approaching. As i finish setting His place at the table, smoothing out a small furrow in the crisp tablecloth, i hear Him enthusiastically call out, "Something smells delicious!" i smile to myself, recognizing His good mood. From the sound of His footsteps, i know He has gone to His library across the hall. i return to the kitchen, again stirring the gently warming soup. Turning the burner lower still, i turn my attention to cutting thick slices of crusty bread made fresh this morning.
"kitten?" i hear my Master beckon me. i dutifully hurry to the library where He is seated behind His large desk. i halt in front of the desk, awaiting His instructions. "kitten, I'd like you to show her to her room, please...the one next to yours. I think she will be very comfortable in there, don't you?"
"Oh, yes Master. An excellent choice." With so many bedrooms in the Manor, i wasn't sure which one He would choose as hers. Actually, i don't spend a great deal of time in my own room, as i usually share Master's bed. Perhaps this will all be changing though, i think ominously to myself.
"I left her in the lounge. Would you also inform her that after lunch I'd like for her to remain in her room until dinner time, My sweet?"
"Yes Master, right away."
"Good girl." He studies me closely for a moment, and i think He is going to say something, but He just smiles. i return it. "Go on." He grins. i turn on my heels and silently exit the room, turning down the corridor toward the lounge. Master prefers a quiet step and i do my best not to disturb Him as i move about the house. As i approach the lounge door, which Master left just slightly ajar, i hear her voice. Is she talking to someone? i hesitate just outside the door, straining to hear bits of the broken conversation.
"....i know, but... well, i don’t want... i agreed, yes, but i don’t imagine it will be long."
i push the door fully open and enter the room. she has her back to me, looking out the windows into the lush gardens. i see the cell phone pressed up against her ear. "...yes, i miss you too", i hear her say as she turns around. her face quickly pales when she sees me. For a moment she is speechless, then as if remembering her phone call she quickly says "i have to go." she stuffs the tiny device back into her pocket. "i didn’t hear you come in." i suppose even she is aware how lame that sounds, as we both know she was unaware of my presence.
Looking her in the eye, i ask her, "Does Master know you have a cell phone?"
"Um, well, no, i don't suppose He does. Is it important?"
“Do you remember what i told you about honesty?", i ask her. "It doesn’t matter whether i think it is important or you think it is important. It is a matter of trust and disclosure. A matter of omission rather than of lying. Unless you have something to hide?” she looks shaken and a little confused, so i remind her. "It is vitally important that you be completely honest with Him about everything, otherwise there is no basis on which to build a relationship. you must tell Him about it, and quickly."
"Oh, alright, i didn't realize it was a big deal, it’s just a cell phone after all and i was just talking to my...sister."
i study her countenance for a moment, wondering if my feelings of suspicion are warranted. she seems uncomfortable under my gaze, but i decide to let this drop for the time being. "Master has asked me to show you to your room, and then W/we will be having lunch."
"Thank you, i would love the chance to freshen up a bit."
Returning to the foyer, we gather her things and ascend the wide staircase. Once upstairs, we continue in silence down the hallway. Passing several doors, i pause in front of one on the right. "This is my room," i say simply as i push the door open for her to see. she nods and smiles at me. "...and down here," i say as we continue to the very next door, "is your room."
i push the wide door fully open, and she proceeds into the room ahead of me. she is quite taken aback by the opulence…the large four poster bed, the heavy drapes, lush landscapes painted on heavy canvas, the delicate mantle clock which has just announced the quarter hour, the thick, dense carpet padding the floor...just, everything. "Wow" is all she can manage. i smile to myself, remembering just how young she really is!
i notice that she is examining the door handle, looking dismayed that there is no lock. "your privacy will be respected, as long as you remember to respect O/others' privacy” i reassure her. "you are not permitted in my room, nor any of Master's private rooms, without permission."