This story takes place after the events described in "Don't Drink and Drive" and "Sex on the Beach" and is set in the universe I created in the "Portuguese Crime Reduction Act." Although it could be included in the original series, I thought it would be better to present it as a separate and independent story. To better understand the universe that I am creating, I recommend that you read all my stories. If I have the time, I will continue to write more.
I would appreciate it if you could comment and give your opinions and suggestions.
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Miguel pov.
As a consequence of a car crash that tragically claimed the life of a young man, my world twisted. I found myself owning the woman responsible for the accident, Sofia Santos sentenced to serve as my judicial slave for seven years, and to 500 lashes.
"Mmm! Ahh! Good morning Sofia." It was nice to wake up to a blowjob, even if today’s was nothing special.
"Goo mo'nin, shir, did you sheep well?"
“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” I told her in a feigned stern tone while admiring her white thighs and buttocks.
gulp "I'm sorry, sir," Sofia replied, the sound of swallowing audible in her embarrassed tone.
Even though I had simply asked her to wake me up each morning with a blowjob, she cleverly made sure her naked body was always in my view. Perhaps she was astute enough to notice how much I admired the sight of her pussy and fiery copper-red pubic hair, and I knew she enjoyed the touch of my tongue as well as the pleasure it would bring her.
With a gentle touch, my hands traced the curves of her thighs, feeling the smoothness of her white skin, as I reached her buttocks, I couldn't resist the urge to part them and admire her perfect ass.
"You smell of the new soap," I said, as I danced with my tongue in her ass and pussy lips. The fresh, new soap aroma mixed with her own natural musk filled my nostrils.
"I am always clean, Sir, and I also did the enema, as you told me to do every morning," she responded emotionlessly. I parted her large labia to access her vagina, contrary to the usual, her pussy was dry, despite my efforts, Sofia remained indifferent even as I gently slid my pinky finger into her anus, exploring, while simultaneously caressing the intricate folds of her pussy with my eager tongue.
“Your pussy is not wet today, is something wrong?” I asked in a gentle voice, maybe I had done something different from the other days.
“No Sir nothing, I can put on some lube if you wish to use me further.” She replied with a dull voice.
“Nevermind, I am just going to take a shower, prepare my clothes and the breakfast.” I jumped from the bed, pushing her legs away.
“Yes sir, anything else Sir?”
“Just a thing, remain naked.”
“Of course Sir.” Her voice was still dull.
I took my shower, trimmed my beard, and then went back to my room, got dressed, a white linen shirt and blue cotton pants. then proceed to the kitchen where Sofia had served the usual breakfast, milk orange juice, and toast.
"You may sit," I said to her. Some would never deign to share a table with a servant, let alone a slave, but those are usually newly rich and individuals who were themselves employees not long ago. She pulled a chair and sat naked at my left across the table.
“Thank you, Sir.” We had breakfast in silence. She toyed with her food, stealing glances at the clock on the wall. A forced smile graced her lips as I reached out and placed a dab of butter on her right nipple and then lightly pinched it.
“Sofia, I understand perfectly,” I said in a calm voice, my eyes on hers.
"What is there to understand?" She replied, with lowered eyes and a closed-off expression.
“Sofia, today is the first day that you are going back to school, last week you were the vice-principal, an independent woman, and today you are going to enter that same school again, a slave, with a slave collar around your neck, led by a leash, subject to the looks and comments of your students and colleagues.” It can't be easy for her to deal with this situation, nor for me.
“For me, it is very difficult, on the one hand, teaching has been my life's mission since I was a child, and always wanted to be a teacher, and now that could be put at risk, as I told you, the director and I never got along.” Her voice was sad, I could see her anguish.
“What you just told me seems perfectly normal, what seems wrong is your attitude.”
"I apologize, sir, but I couldn't focus on the sex. However, you came into my mouth, and I didn't refuse to do anything you asked."
“You could have told me when I asked you what was wrong.”
"I didn't want to trouble you with my problems, Sir." She replied with a sad smile, still not making eye contact.
“We have only been together for about a week,”
“Five days, Sir, Six if we count the time I stayed at the laboratory.”
“There you go, speaking out of time, giving me sassy replies.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
"In these five days, these intense five days, have I ever told you that you couldn't speak freely?"
“You zapped me a few times.” There she was, giving me lip, like the Sofia I liked.
“I didn’t zap you that many times, much less than you deserved,” I said with a smile.
“I know, Sir.” She replied, She replied with a disarming look, like a guilty dog.
“We are in a relationship, I know it is not a voluntary one, but it is a relationship, do you know how relations die?”
“With treason and delusion?” She said the bitterness in her voice was clear.
“Some, most die quietly like a child in a pool, in bitter silence and resentment, I won’t allow it. So next time anything is bugging you and I ask you will tell me, better tell me even before it starts to bug you.”
“I do my best Sir.” She gave a small smile and got up to start cleaning the table.
"Very well, clean up the dishes and then join me in the living room," as I left, my features hardened into a grim mask. An unpleasant task awaited me, yet it was mine to bear.
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Sofia PoV.
Monday had always been my favorite day of the week, most people hate Mondays but not me, weekends were the stressful days for me the lonely days, away from my pupils, and colleagues, but not this one. I was going back to work, but as a slave, what would be the reaction of my colleagues? And this morning was the first bad sex I had with Miguel, sex was great never thought I would enjoy sex as a slave, I never did as a free woman, I knew that this was triggered by my collar calibrations at the tribunal, but my owner was also a good lover, I should know as I had a few bad ones in my past.
I had just finished tidying up the kitchen and washing the dishes, placing the dish scrubbers back in their holder, and wiping down the counter. Next, I made my way to the living room. It was usual for me to walk around the house naked; Miguel's orders had been for me to be exposed but not completely nude. However, this morning I had hoped to dress myself before heading off to work.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" I sought him out, perhaps he wanted a quickie on the couch after the mediocre blowjob I had given him? But Miguel's face was very serious.
"Sofia, I have bad news for you, read this note," His face was one of great sorrow, had he received news of a death in the family?
