All the characters are of legal age and this story is soley a product of my imagination.
My language is Spanish and I have always had problems with the translation, so I have to thank Bigfundrew for taking the time to edit this penultimate chapter of Taylor and Caleb's story.
Thank ou for reading me, for the comments and ratings.
The Master -- Ch.14 -- Return to Home
I wake up scared and covered in sweat, The silk sheet sticks to my body as if it were a second skin. I suddenly remove it and inspect my body for any marks.
I have had a dream, or a nightmare, depending on how you look at it One very similar to the one I had the first night I spent in the Palace. In it, Caleb buys me at a public auction held in a sordid market with several other young women, then walks us naked to his palace. Once there, he marks us like slave girls all with incandescent irons. Just like that first night, I wake up just at the precise moment Caleb starts fucking me.
I look at the door waiting for Yaiza to come in worrying about me. The minutes pass without anything happening. When I look at the corner of the room searching for the red dot of the camera that records everything that happens inside, I do not see her. Suddenly the memories of everything that happened the night before come to me.
I don't make a gesture of putting my hand around my neck, I don't need it. Sit is too much that it is not, I give the light of the and I get out of bed slowly until I place myself in front of the mirror in which I have looked at myself so manytimes these recent days.
I keep my eyes closed. I do not want to open them. I know that when I open them everything will be over, and what is worse I will not be able to blame anyone. I have been the one who has decided that my stay in the Palace with Caleb ends in this way.
I open my eyes slowly and scream when I see my reflection in the mirror. The necklace that has been adorning my neck these days has disappeared. There is no trace of the lashes, or the caresses, or the kisses I have received these days. It is as if nothing had happened, as if everything had been a dream, as if Amber had not existed. For a few moments although I know that everything has happened I really wish and hope that nothing has happened.
Looking back in the mirror, I only find one difference in my body from the last time I looked in the mirror in my apartment: my pussy is plucked and soft, without any trace of hair. I bring my hand to my pussy and find it wet, just a light touch of my fingers gives me a moan of pleasure.
"There's another difference Taylor," I say out loud, "Now you're continually aroused and horny, like a bitch in heat."
I turn around to go back to bed when I see it. There is a small hickey on my neck. It is something that would surely go unnoticed by anyone who looked at me, but it has a clear meaning for me.
My mind goes back to the night before, to the moment I refused to submit to Caleb, to the moment when despite deeply desiring it I refused to remain Amber. It is that the moment while I was taking off my slave necklace, Caleb kissed me on the neck and whispered, 'You are mine Amber, I leave my mark on you.'
At that time I did not understand what he meant. Now that I do, I begin to cry again, even more aware that being myself with Caleb is impossible. No matter how much that first day in the library he told me that I was the woman for whom he had been waiting all his life, he does't really want me. Caleb doesn't want a woman he has created in his mind, a woman that has only existed for four days, but is destined to disappear from the start. I lay back in bed a continued to cry, I don't know what time it is, but I know it isn't dawn yet and I try to fall asleep again.
A knock on the door wakes me up again, and when I open my eyes I see the sun coming through the windows of the room.
"Wake up Cinderella, it's already twelve o'clock." Yaiza tells me with her peculiar sense of humor, entering the room without waiting for permission.
"Fuck Taylor!" she yells at me when she sees my face, "You want to stop crying at once," she scolds me wiping the tears from my face with her hand.
"Quiet Yaiza," I say trying to smile, "I have no tears left,"I add getting out of bed to get dressed.
"You can tell Caleb I'm leaving," I point to Yaiza looking all over the room for the clothes I was wearing.
"To hell with Caleb!' Yaiza yells at me again very angry. "He had to attend to some business in New York. He left this morning without saying goodbye to you. He has now taken Anna, because you are a free woman again, she is your slave girl while you are in the Palace and you could do whatever you wanted with her," she tells me.
"So, now I'm in charge of the Palace." Yaiza tells me, swelling with pride. "I can take you home right now or we can have fun for a while with the remaining slave girls," she adds, looking me in the eye.
"I don't want to go home yet," I respond excitedly, imagining myself having control over a particular slave girl that immediately comes to mind.
"I'm sorry Taylor, but Noelia is not in the Palace. Caleb has taken her with him on a trip." Yaiza tells me, imagining what I was thinking. "But we have many other slave girls with whom to have fun for a while." She adds, throwing me a short dress, so that I dress quickly.
A few minutes later we are in the pool of the slave girls sunbathing naked after a relaxing bath.
"Will we have any unexpected visitors today?" I ask Yaiza remembering Vincent's arrival.
"There is no one in the Palace with permission to use the slave girl pool," Yaiza replies, "As I told you, Caleb is on his way to New York, and I have no idea where Vincent is. H has left without saying goodbye, as he always does." She adds with a tone of disgust in her voice.
I smile when I see Yaiza talking about Vincent, and I'm about to shock her by talking about how good I felt with his 'snake' buried in my pussy, but in the end I decide not to and settle for lifting her from the hammock and throwing her into the pool.
"Let's find a couple of slave girls to take care of us." Yaiza tells me, calmly leaving the pool and heading towards another of the pools in the garden, where at least two dozen slave girls have quiet fun.
A twinge of jealousy hits me as I look at the collection of beauties that Caleb has at his disposal to fuck whenever he wants. I understand that he does not want a normal relationship with anyone.