A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 08

Hello, everyone!

I plan to write a complete story that will unfold gradually through snapshots of everyday life in a Female Lead relationship under a strict chastity regime.

Please be understanding, as English is not my native language.

Any feedback, suggestions, ideas, comments, remarks, or constructive criticism is appreciated. Every character in this story is an adult.

Thank you, in advance!

After Anthea's departure I begin my daily routine of writing the phrases for 'Good Morning' and 'Good Evening' the repetitions of the Sonnet, copying her books into the computer and the daily journal of my actions and thoughts.

At the weekend I spend an extra 5 hours writing the 600 lines for the two punishing phrases to Anthea and Nikki.

Anthea texts a brief message to inform me that she is at her friend's summer beach cottage and that's all.

Monday morning I start my day with exercise as usual, walk to and from work, rest for an hour and start copying the books on the computer. But my mind is running on the upcoming visit of my supervisor Nikki and I am very nervous about how it will turn out.

I hear the sound of the doorbell, I open the door. The moment she enters the house, I immediately drop to my knees, head bowed low. As Ι kneel before Nikki, her piercing gaze tells me that she takes her responsibility very seriously, perhaps even enjoying this rare chance to act on Anthea's behalf. She looks down at me with a sharp smirk, her foot resting in front of my face and my lips touch the ground at her feet.

"Welcome, Madam Nikki. Thank you for overseeing me today."

She's dressed in summer attire, her light, loose-fitting white cotton t-shirt fluttering gently in the warm breeze. She wears tight-fitting denim shorts that reveal her toned and slightly plump legs, and on her feet, a pair of casual white sandals, her toenails painted a striking shade of red.

"'Thank you,' hmm?" Nikki lets out a small, amused chuckle, pacing around me. "Well, slave let's see if you're really as thankful as you say. Anthea expects absolute precision from you, and I don't intend to disappoint her. Stand up."

Quickly, I rise from my knees, clasping my hands behind my back as I've been trained, awaiting further instructions. Nikki looks me over, as if assessing every detail.

"Inspection pose," she commands sharply. I immediately widen my stance, place my hands behind my head, and straighten my back, looking forward. She takes her time, circling me with a calculated air, finally stopping in front of me with her arms crossed.

"Anthea told me you're getting better at obedience, but I'm not entirely convinced." She pauses, narrowing her eyes. "Have you reviewed the day's tasks?"

"Yes, Madam Nikki. I've reviewed them and completed my routine precisely as instructed," I respond, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Hmm. I'll be the judge of that." She taps her foot thoughtfully. "Recite the tasks you've completed, one by one."

I take a breath and begin, hoping to show that every detail was done as Anthea would expect. "I started with the oatmeal breakfast, plain water only. Then, thirty minutes of exercise, followed by walking to work and..."

"Hold it." Nikki's hand comes up. "Did you follow the exact route Anthi specified? No shortcuts, no detours?"

"Yes, Madam Nikki. I followed the route exactly as she outlined."

She watches me closely for any hint of deception, then nods slowly. "Good. Continue."

"After work, I returned home by 4 p.m., rested for an hour, then cleaned, tidied, and prepared dinner. And now..." I glance down slightly. "Now I'm here, reporting to you."

Nikki raises an eyebrow, her gaze sharp. "And for your daily reflections? Have you done corner time yet?"

I swallow. "No, Madam Nikki. I plan to do that later this evening, just as Lady Anthea specified."

She steps closer, her voice a quiet but firm whisper. "Let me be perfectly clear: you're not here to simply 'try your best.' Anthea has entrusted me with watching over you today, so you will demonstrate flawless obedience. Understood?"

I nod immediately. "Understood, Madam Nikki."

Her eyes hold mine for a moment before she finally gives a faint, approving smirk. She holds a nylon grocery bag, casually swinging it in her hand, before tossing it to the ground in front of me.

"Vegetable scraps, slave. There's no reason to waste perfectly good food, especially not on someone like you. Boil them with a pinch of salt and some olive oil and you will have a very nutritious and healthy broth. That should be enough either to have 2 or 3 plates of broth for dinner or cook with the broth your dinner meals this week."

I glance at the bag, hesitating for a moment. It's filled with the discarded ends of carrots, tomatoes, eggplants, okra, peppers, green beans, and peels of potatoes, onions, cucumbers, eggplants, peaches, watermelon, things I'd normally throw away. I hesitate to speak, unsure of how to respond.

Nikki speaks sharply, with growing annoyance.

"What's the matter? Don't want to eat the scraps I was so generous to bring you?" Her voice drips with condescension. "You should be thanking me, slave. I am, making sure you're fed. I believe in recycling and there mustn't be any food wasted. I can't tolerate all this wasting of food in our society."

My heart sinks at her tone, and I immediately bow even lower, my lips almost touching the ground. I humbly say my voice filled with regret.

"I apologize, Madam Nikki. Thank you for taking care of me. I am grateful for your generosity."

She says in hidden mockery.

"That's better. Always remember who provides for you. You're nothing without us." She steps back slightly and crosses her arms, nodding her head toward me. "Now, hand me the list of things you need."

I crawl to the table where I've left my grocery list and obediently bring it back to her, my head bowed, avoiding eye contact as I present it to her. She grabs the list from my hand and scans it, her eyes narrowing as she reads through it.

"Too expensive and unnecessary." She looks at me with disdain. "Who do you think you are, asking for extra virgin olive oil?" She crumples up part of the list and throws it to the ground. "Kernel oil is what you'll get, and it's what you'll be grateful for. Three times cheaper, and you'll barely notice the difference. You don't deserve the best, understand?"

I nod quickly taken aback from her demeanor, my hands trembling as I kneel before her. I dare not disagree in fear of being hungry all the week if she leaves.

"Yes, Madam Nikki, I understand. Thank you for correcting me."

Nikki says in a triumphant tone.

"Good, now get up. We're going to the supermarket. Stay at a respectful distance, two meters behind me. I don't want to see you strutting around like you're my equal."

I stand up slowly, following behind her as she strides confidently out of the house. Her sandals slap lightly against the pavement as I keep my respectful distance, feeling the heat of the summer day still radiating from the ground. She doesn't look back at me once as I follow, obedient and silent like a puppy.

When we reach the supermarket, Nikki tells me to grab a cart and I start walking briskly down the aisles, grabbing items off the shelves with quick, precise movements. She stops in front of the olive oil section and picks up a large bottle of Kernel oil, waving it in front of my face.

"See this, boy? This is all you're worth. If you work harder, maybe one day you'll be allowed the luxury of virgin olive oil. Until then, this will have to do."

She throws the bottle into the cart, and I lower my head in silent obedience.

As I continue through the aisles, she picks up only the essentials, crossing off things from your list she deems unnecessary. When I reach the bakery, she strides confidently up to the counter and requests stale bread.

Nikki casually lying to the baker.

"It's for my dog. He doesn't need fresh bread, just something to chew on." She throws a quick glance at me, a smirk tugging at her lips.

I swallow my pride and remain silent, watching as she pays half the price of a fresh loaf. Once the groceries are bagged, she hands me the bags to carry, forcing me to walk behind her with my arms full, struggling under the weight but keeping the respectful distance as instructed.

Once we return home, she orders me to put the groceries away, and I rush to obey, placing everything in its proper place before kneeling once again in front of her.

"How much money Anthea give you to spend on your food?"

I answer meekly. "30 EUR Madam Nikki."

"And how do you spend today?"

"17 EUR Madam Nikki."

Nikki is smirking and says in a teasing tone.

"See how easy it is to save money when you stop being so wasteful, slave? You should thank me for teaching you how to live more frugally."

I lower my head in a sign of submission and defeat.

"Thank you, Madam Nikki, for your wisdom and guidance. I am forever grateful."

She laughs softly, pleased with my response, her foot casually resting on my thigh as she reclines, fully enjoying the power dynamic between the two of us. She watches me kneeling, waiting for her next command, fully aware of the complete control she holds over my life as my supervisor.

Nikki sits on the couch and leaves a deep sigh.

"My feet kill me! I want a nice relaxing foot massage, will you?"

"Of course Madam Nikki, my pleasure."

I'm kneeling at her feet, unfasten the straps and remove her white sandals as ordered. Her feet, tired and swollen from the heat, rest on my thighs as I begin to massage them with slow, deliberate care. She leans back in the chair, her eyes watching me closely as my hands work across her soles, toes, and arches.

Nikki is sighing with satisfaction.

"I have to admit, boy, you've got magic hands. You actually have a talent for this." She chuckles softly. "Next time, I'll need a full body massage. Maybe you'll finally be useful for something beyond your servitude."

I look up at her briefly, my hands still working diligently, but I can sense a shift in her tone, the teasing giving way to something much colder, much more serious. Her smile fades as she straightens up slightly, and her eyes narrow, focusing on me.

"You know, Anthea may be forgiving, and she's definitely giving. Too giving, if you ask me." She crosses her legs, one foot tapping against my chest as she watches me to rub her other foot. "But I'm not like Anthea."

She tilts her head, her lips twisting into a hard line as she continues sharply, the words cutting into me.

"I don't forgive as easily. I don't believe that people just...change overnight. Not without real effort." She stares at me, the weight of her disappointment heavy in the air. "And I'm upset slave because of how you've treated Anthea in the past. I saw her cry for you. Her tears, her pain... her sexual insecurity and you were the cause."

I feel a chill as her words hit me. The memory of Anthea's distress, something I've tried to atone for, is now being dragged back into the light by Nikki.

"I am really sorry for my past unforgivable behavior to Lady Anthea, I have made it clear to her and try to make amends with my obedience, devotion, adoration and hard work."

She doesn't hold back, her voice becomes colder.

"As I said I am not like Anteha and I can't forget that. I saw my friend, someone who deserved better, suffer because of you. You may be Anthea's slave now, not even human in my eyes, and I agree with her choice. But you were human once, and you chose to hurt her."

I wince inwardly, though I keep my head low, massaging her feet as if the physical service might somehow relieve the emotional burden of her words. But she's not done.

"I don't want to hear pathetic excuses. You know what? I don't think you are a slave by heart but you pretend and deceive Anthea."

My voice is soft and stammering.

"Madam Nikki... I... I am a slave by heart... I don't.. don't pretend to be one."

Nikki stares at me, and for a moment, she says nothing. The silence is heavy, she leans forward, her hand cups my throat, her eyes shoot flames.

"I'll always be in the back of your mind, and carefully watch your attitude, loser. And I'll make sure you pay for every word, every action, every thought brought distress in my friend."

She glances down at me as I remain kneeling. Her hand always threatening my throat, I feel powerless and helpless in her wrath.

"But know this, slave, nothing you do will ever change the fact that I know who you really are. Now finish my massage!"

I meekly, bow my head and rub her feet for a little more time while Nikki makes a phone call to one of her friends and chat a while. Then I kiss her feet as I finish to massage them and I take the pot of broth off the stove. Nikki rings the bell and I rush to the couch and drop on my knees.

Nikki says cheerfully as she pulls out a dog bowl from a bag.

"Oh what do I have here for you? Look at this! Isn't lovely?"

Nikki holds up the dog bowl, barely containing her laughter as she feigns seriousness. "A little gift from me, slave-boy. I thought you'd appreciate something appropriate for your meals." She tilts her head, flashing a sarcastic smile as she places the dog bowl down at her feet. "Look how considerate I am."

I can feel the color rising to my cheeks, the humiliation sinking in as I lower my head respectfully. "Thank you, Madam Nikki," I murmur, trying to keep the humility evident in my tone, even as I swallow back my pride.

"Oh, look at you, all grateful for your brand-new dining set!" she laughs, tapping the edge of the bowl with her toe. "A dog bowl! I think it suits you just perfectly, don't you? Only the finest for our little... pet," she chuckles, savoring the word.

"Now, show me just how excited you are, boy," she coos, leaning in close with a mischievous look. "Give me a nice, eager bark. Come on--let's hear it!"

I am blushing in shame but I have no a choice. "Woof-woof" I pathetical bark, her laughter rings out, echoing in the room. "Aww! Adorable, really! But you can bark better, show a little more enthusiasm and gratitude doggy!"

Humiliated I bark again trying to show enthusiasm. "Woof-woof-woof!" Nikki bursts into a loudly laughter.

"You're just evolving right before my eyes, aren't you? From a human, to a dog, and now... something even more unique. A creature below even the lowly animals! A servant creature, a delightful little pet for me to laugh at!"

Nikki is ladling the broth into the bowl--a murky mix of water boiled with vegetable scraps that has a distinctly sour, musty aroma. She digs into a paper bag and retrieves a stale slice of bread, the edges rough and hardened. With exaggerated care, she tears it into small, jagged pieces, dropping them into the bowl one by one. They float on the surface, swelling with the oily residue from the broth.

Nikki finally places the bowl down, tapping her finger on the edge of it with a smirk. "There you are. Your meal, puppy. A hearty, delicious broth. Look at you--you must be SO excited to dive in." Her voice drips with mock enthusiasm as she watches me clearly entertained by my discomfort.

She crosses her arms, watching as I get down on my hands and knees, head hovering above the sad mix of broth and bread. "Go on, tell me how thrilled you are. I bet you can barely hold back your excitement for this 'luscious' broth!" Her voice drips with sarcasm, and she looks down at me expectantly.

I sink to my hands and knees, head hovering over the bowl as the pungent odor of the broth fills my nose. I try to mask my grimace of disgust as best I can. "Thank you, Madam Nikki, I... it... seems healthy." I whisper, forcing the words out with humility.

Nikki stifles a laugh and continues, "Oh, it's healthy, all right. You should be thanking me for looking after you so well. This broth, my little servant, is packed with, um... 'nutrients.' After all, those vegetable scraps were fresh once, and stale bread? Why, it's practically full of fiber!" She smirks, holding back another laugh.

As I kneel before the bowl of unappetizing broth, its stale bread floating in the murky liquid, a faint musty aroma fills my nose. The broth itself is lukewarm, thin, with an underlying bitterness, and the bread has absorbed just enough to become a mushy, soggy mess while retaining the sharpness of staleness.

"Do you feel lucky, down there on your hands and knees, about to eat such a nutritious delicacy?" she sneers, amused by my degradation. "It really is made just for you," she chuckles, "Well, here you are. But wait..." she pauses withholding the permission to me.

"Now, I know you are looking forward to eating this tasty broth but don't just dive in there like an animal. Let's have a little order, shall we?" she says with a smirk. She orders me to perform a brief "eating ritual"--that must become my new tradition.

"From now on, you'll approach this bowl properly, like a real servant," she smirks, setting out new steps for me. "First, I want you to kneel and bow your head to the floor before the bowl, thanking your Lady Anthea for the privilege to provide you with nice healthy meals. Then you may place your nose close enough to the broth to smell its scent, but not close enough to sip. And I want to see enthusiasm--show me that you're truly grateful."

I obey at once, "Thank you Lady Anthea for taking good care of my needs and provide me with nutritious and healthy meals." I place my nose just above the bowl while Nikki tries to stifle her laughter.

Then she instructs me to speak a short chant, her own playful invention, in a low, reverent voice: "'Grateful to serve, grateful to be fed, with every sip and every bite, to honor Lady Anthea's wishes and my own humble plight.'"

Nikki tries to stifle her laughter in vain. "After you finish the chant kiss the floor beside the bowl," she says amused and I obey of course.

"Go on then," she says, her voice a playful whisper. "Taste this luscious broth. You wouldn't want to keep me waiting, would you?" she prompts, waving a dismissive hand, her mocking grin widening. "Shove that face in there--yes, really get in there," she snickers, watching with amusement as I hesitantly lower my face and begin to slurp the broth.

"Eat it like it's a rare delicacy, every single drop!" She claps her hands, laughing again as she watches me dip my face back into the bowl, slurping with forced eagerness. "Come on now, smile as you do it, or do you want Anthea to think you're ungrateful?"

The broth is lukewarm, and when I take my first sip, a mix of salty bitterness and hints of boiled vegetable scrape across my tongue, unpleasantly. The stale bread chunks have become mushy, releasing an unpleasantly sour aftertaste.

"Isn't it delicious slave?" Nikki's voice sings with mockery. She leans down, watching every movement with obvious amusement. "Oh, you look so... content. She laughs, the sound rich with amusement. "Tell me, what does my exquisite creation taste like?"

"It's... very, um... nourishing, Madam Nikki," I reply, the words catching in my throat as I swallow down a piece of soaked bread, trying not to gag.

"'Nourishing,' hmm? Oh, I'm sure it is!" She cackles, watching me with delight as I take another reluctant mouthful. "See, I believe that nutrition is far more important than silly things like... taste. We can't have you being selfish with your meals, now can we?"

I shake my head quickly, swallowing back another spoonful, each bite feeling heavier than the last. "No, Madam Nikki," I reply, forcing each word out with humble obedience.

"Exactly," she says smugly, crossing her arms as she looks down at you. "This little meal is about teaching you values boy. Less waste, more practicality! You don't need lavish flavors and delicacies. You just need health, strength, and obedience." She taps the bowl with her toe, pushing it slightly closer to my face. "So go on. Eat with a little more appetite, hmm?"