When I woke the next morning I was alone in the bed. I lay quietly as the memories of last night came flooding back. In the distance I could hear noises from the kitchen. Magda must already be up and preparing breakfast. I looked over the side of the bed. My new acquisition was still there curled up on the floor in a foetal position, her blanket still discarded at her feet. Quietly I put my feet on the floor and stood up and put on my silk robe. I could still smell the scents of last night on me so, stepping over the still-sleeping slave, I made my way to the bathroom and luxuriated in a nice hot shower.
As I came out of the bathroom freshly bathed and dried a voice called up the stairs.
"Breakfast in ten minutes, Mistress."
Magda had obviously heard the shower going and had assumed I was up. I called back down that I had heard and went back into the bedroom. Slave was still curled up on the floor where I had left her. I prodded her with my foot.
"Wake up, slut," I said sternly, "stop being lazy."
She rolled onto her back and stared up at me, blinking then stood up with some difficulty. Her hands were still cuffed together and locked to her collar. When I remember the reason why I had done that last night I made a mental note to punish her later. One must start as one means to go on and slave's must learn discipline as soon as possible. I reached into my drawer and found the keys. I unlocked the cuffs from her collar and then freed her hands. She rubbed her wrists where they had been imprisoned all night. I found the leash and clipped it to her collar. As I did so I sensed a familiar smell coming from her. Obviously remaining from when she had serviced Magda yesterday evening. I walked back to the bathroom tugging her behind me with the leash. I picked up a flannel and ran it under the cold tap then scrubbed her face. She yelped in protest and the cold water. I towelled her dry and then pointed at the toilet. A look of relief came over her face and she sat down. The look turned to embarrassment when she saw I wasn't leaving. Her cheeks blushed scarlet. I tapped my foot impatiently until desperation overcame her shame and she pissed long and hard into the bowl. Still blushing she wiped herself and then stood up. Taking hold of her leash once more I took her down to the kitchen where Magda was putting the finishing touches to my breakfast.
"Good morning, Mistress," Magda smiled in greeting, "I have made your usual. I have made some extra toast as I wasn't sure about your new resident."
"That will be fine for now, Magda but I must start feeding her up soon. She is far too skinny at the moment."
I sat down at the table and motioned for slave to kneel beside me on the stone floor. Magda laid a plate of my usual poached egg and exquisitely fried bacon in front of me along with a rack of still warm toast and a dish of butter before returning to cleaning the work surface. Hungrily I started to tuck into my breakfast. As always the egg and bacon were perfect. After several mouthfuls I picked up a slice of toast, tore of a corner and tossed it onto the floor. Slave looked up at me questioningly, uncertain what to do.
"Eat, slut, unless you want to go hungry all day."
She immediately pounced on the piece of toast and thrust it into her mouth. I carried on with my breakfast occasionally throwing down another piece of dry toast. Finally sated I pushed my plate away and leant back in the chair. A cup of steaming fresh coffee miraculously appeared in front of me. As I sipped at it the door bell chimed. I hoped it was Ms Nora making an early start. I nudged slave with my foot.
"Answer the door, slut," I snapped. "If it is a Ms Nora show her into my office then assume your usual position in the centre of the room."
She hesitated looking scared.
"A problem, slut?"
"B-b-b-but I'm naked, Mistress," her voice quavering and close to tears.
"Yes," I said, "as you should be. Now run along and do as you're told. It is not in your interests to make me annoyed."
She scrambled to her feet and rushed from the room her leash trailing behind her. I looked at Magda and raised an eyebrow.
"I think I have work to do with this one,"
I strained to hear the conversation coming from the front door but I could clearly make out that it was indeed Ms Nora and that she was being shown politely into the office. I slowly savoured my coffee. I would let her wait and let Ms Nora have plenty of time to admire her.
Eventually I stood up and went into the office. Ms Nora was standing patiently next to my desk a large bag and several boxes on the floor beside her and the slut, as I had instructed, was standing in the centre of the room hands behind her head and feet spread. I sat in my chair and pointed to the one on the other side of the desk.
"Please take a seat. May I call you Nora?" I asked out of politeness.
"Of course Miss," she replied.
"Would you like coffee before you start? I assume you've come to continue your work."
"Thank you, Miss, that would be nice."
I pressed a button and spoke into an intercom.
"Could we have two more coffees in here please, Magda."
I then slowly looked the slut up and down before turning to Nora.
"What do you think of my new acquisition?"
"She's very pretty but also quite young, Miss."
"She has just signed for 6 months of training with me. It's not going to be easy."
The slut blushed and shifted slightly on her feet with discomfort at being talked about. Magda appeared carrying a tray with coffee, cream and sugar on it and laid it on the desk next to me. She turned to leave but I stopped her.
"Take the slut with you and set her to scrubbing the kitchen floor. Make sure she does a good job."
