Elena had been living in Peter Rusk's house for just over a month. As she awoke this morning she considered how much she had changed in this short period of time. She had come out of a restless slumber. She was still as horny as hell. She had not been out of her chastity belt for more than thirty days now. More than anything Elena wanted a good screwing but she would be damned if she was going to ask her captor for it. Peter had not pressed the issue lately but he made it clear that the same rules applied. She awoke a half hour before her alarm's scheduled ring. Enjoying the luxury of her warm bed Elena snuggled awhile under the covers. Once the alarm rang, she visited to the bathroom. In a few moments she would trundle to the kitchen and make breakfast for herself and Peter. She did the lion's share of the cooking now. Elena surprised herself by really taking to cooking.
She enjoyed doing the laundry and did not mind the vacuum cleaner but scrubbing the floor was last on the desirable chore list. She was still as naked as she had been since leaving her Uncle Charles's office. Her hands went to her chastity belt. Its presence now was still a sore point between them. Several times recently Elena had been locked in her room so that other women could spend the night with her Master. She was not permitted to leave her room until noon on days after those visits.
Elena's nostrils were assailed by the perfume residue left by these women. Rubbing things in, the first thing Peter did after freeing her was to make her strip his bed an launder his sheets. Elena was disgusted handling the stained sheets. She did note however that the perfume scents left behind by Peter's conquests all used very expensive fragrances. That he wasn't bedding common tramps somehow made Elena feel better towards him. Peter made it clear that he very much wanted to make love to his prisoner. Elena, in weak moments, admitted to herself that she was very attracted to Peter. A month of viewing him up close revealed a man who was not only handsome and always well dressed and a fanatic about looking and smelling clean, but also a man with no bad habits or propensity to violence. Yes he had disciplined her when she needed it but at all other times he was a giant pussy cat.
Peter had not been physical with Elena for some time. The last incident had been a spanking for shattering some dishes when hastily emptying the dishwasher. Before he spanked Elena Peter explained that why he was doing it and why Elena needed to accept it. He offered Elena an out. Had she given him a blow job he would not have spanked her. Elena took the punishment knowing that it would be long and painful. Elena was still determined not to give in to Peter sexually since it was the only stand she was capable of.
Today promised to be a good day. For the first time she would be allowed to leave the house. Peter promised to take her shopping for clothing. So far she had earned more than one hundred fifty dollars. She had not worked every day and some of the money that she earned had been deducted to cover the cost of the broken dishes and some towels she had inadvertently ruined.
Elena wondered how Peter was going to get her to the store. She still had not a stich of clothing to her name. She was so used to her nudity now that she wondered if clothing would now feel funny. Elena opted for a simple yet nourishing breakfast; hash browns, bacon and French toast. Once she had set a place for Peter she walked to his bedroom door, knocked and announced, "Breakfast is served Master." Elena was not allowed to sit at the table until Peter was in his place at the head of the table. Elena's place was to the right of Peter's. She could not begin eating before he did and she was expected to clean her plate and maintain silence unless spoken to.
Peter strode to the table in a silk bathrobe. He smiled at Elena, she had learned so much in a short time, thought Peter to himself, but that was not surprising, Elena was a smart woman. Had she applied herself she could have been a doctor or lawyer by now. Perhaps after this year she would have learned the discipline to peruse such a course, she was still young enough. She still had a long way to go to bury the spoiled party girl part of her personality. Peter was pleased, she really was the total package, brains, personality, and physique. He really did want to make love to her but he knew better than trying to force her. Peter was sure that one day soon she would ask Peter to take her. However, he was a patient man.
After a few moment of silence Peter asked "Are you excited about your shopping trip today slave Elena?"
"Yes Master. I'm still a shopaholic at heart. How will you get me there. I own nothing and I've worn nothing except an apron and exercise clothes since I came to live with you." replied Elena
"I have prepared for that eventuality. There are some rigid conditions to be placed on you. To prevent your escaping I will be fitting a shock collar beneath your slave collar. If you get more than two arms lengths away from me it will issue a disabling shock. DON'T even think about running away. I have some clothing that you can wear to the store. I expect that you will wear some of your purchases home."
"Master I WON'T try to run away."
"As if you wouldn't bolt at the first chance, you are a poor liar slave Elena. Even IF I believed you i could never afford the risk."
