Zinny was asleep, curled up on her large, furry cushion when the sharp rap came at the door. Jerking suddenly awake and upright, she tried to regain her bearings. She had been deeply asleep and was now suffering from the grogginess that deep afternoon naps often induce.
The sharp raps came again, this time followed a moment later by the loud clearing of a throat. Zinny knew that throat-clear in much the same way her ears were attuned to particular voices and tones of voice.
It was Leonardo, Mommy's bodyguard. And with that recognition the grogginess cleared and her memory returned.
"I have a new slave, sweetie," Mommy had said. "I want you to show her around, help her get adjusted. Can you do that for me?" Zinny had nodded enthusiastically, the way she always strove to when being asked to do something for Master. "Leo will bring her by this afternoon. I want her to serve dinner to our guests this evening. Can you show her how to do that, cutie pie?"
Zinny smiled, remembering her Mom's hand rubbing her head. She had nodded, 'yes,' of course.
Knock, knock, knock. "Zinny! I haven't got all day! Answer the damn door, already."
Suddenly knocked from her happy reverie, Zinny jerked back to the present and ran to the door. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she slid back the well-greased deadbolt and opened the door.
On the other side of the threshold, two rather tall (for her, anyway) individuals looked down at her. The hallway was dark while Master's chambers were full of daylight, but even in the gloom she recognized one of them--a handsome half-orc with Lavender skin and a smart leather vest. This was Leo, she knew, the one who was rarely away from Mommy's side. Zinny's gaze drifted to the other visitor and her eyes widened.
A young human woman stood in the dim corridor a pace behind Leo. Her face was beautiful, and Zinny saw she had short, light blue hair pulled back and braided.
Mommy has good taste in slaves, Zinny thought.
"Zinny," Leo began, in slow, clear diction that Zinny immediately picked up as his 'instructions' voice. "This is the Lady's new slut." Zinny noticed the woman's chin drop and shoulders hunch slightly. She also noticed the black, leather collar around her neck. A bright, slender chain descended from it to a spot several inches above her navel where it split in two, each half connected to a metal cuff on each wrist.
Ooooh, Zinny noted, beginning to understand the situation a little better. She's still tied up. Mommy must not trust her yet. Not like she trusts me.
"You are to refer to her as such, do you understand?" Leo was still talking in that tone of voice. "Her name is Slut." Understanding that an instruction had been given, Zinny bobbed her head vigorously and smoothed her dark green, pleated skirt.
"The Lady wants her here until this evening, do you understand? She's your responsibility until then." That sounded to Zinny like a lot of responsibility. Her face somber now, she nodded again, slowly this time. Then Leo took a half step back, placed a hand on the small of the woman's back, and shoved her forward. With a clink of metal and a gasp, the chained creature stumbled into the room. Zinny dodged out of the way as she passed.
"Be good, now," Leo said, looking intently into Zinny's wide eyes. Then he reached across the threshold and pulled the door closed.
The woman briefly glanced about the brightly lit chambers, then looked down at the person in front of her. She came a little past her waist, had pale skin and bobbed black hair, and wore a cute green skirt and a white, button-up shirt with lace trim at the cuffs and neck.
The Slut also noted the slender collar around her neck. A silver disk hung from a metal ring at her throat. A word was engraved on it, but the writing was too small for the Slut to make it out. This cute, little creature looked up at her with wide, wary, innocent eyes.
This girl's supposed to be in charge of me? Slut wondered. An awkward silence settled and she felt she should say something. But, being in the 'inferior' position, Slut doubted it was her place to speak first.
In the bright light Zinny could see her Master's new slut much better. In addition to the pretty face, blue hair, leather collar, chains, and cuffs, she saw sun-tanned skin--lots of it. Zinny blushed in sympathy as she noted that this human woman (what had she been told to call her again? Ah yes--Slut) wore almost no clothes. Zinny stared at Slut's naked, round breasts. She felt that she shouldn't, but they were so exposed and shapely and she rarely saw breasts on display so she didn't know what to do.
They're so close, Zinny thought absently, lost in the view. I could reach up and touch them, they're so near.
Most of all, though, Zinny was entranced by Slut's nipples--light brown circles framing erect tits, each with a slender, silver ring dangling from it.
What is that like? Zinny wondered as she pondered the combination of bright metal and soft flesh. Her own nipples suddenly felt more vulnerable and sensitive.
The Slut felt the awkwardness intensify as the silence lengthened. This person she was supposed to obey seemed only to want to stare at her tits. Slowly, she brought her manacled hands up to cover her breasts. Slut looked around the room to see if this was allowed, but it was only her and the doe-eyed woman in the room.
Concealing her breasts had the effect of snapping the little one out of her trance, but it also exposed the Slut's belly button, which her hands had previously been covering. Embarrassed that she had been caught staring, Zinny's eyes were drawn here instead. In this cute little cavity a bright, blue jewel gleamed. The Slut followed her little boss' eyes down to her own stomach.
It's really pretty, the Slut conceded. I just wish I had chosen it for myself instead of having it put on me like somebody's... I don't know.
Slut? A voice inside her offered.
Yeah, she sighed. Like somebody's slut.
"Look," Slut said, trying her best not to sound upset. "I don't mean to be disrespectful to you or anything, but are you just going to stare at my body all day?" It wasn't her fault she was wearing nothing but skimpy, tight-fitting leather panties.That snotty half-elf Muriel had stripped her clothes off and given her nothing but this to wear. Then she had pierced her nipples and hung these ridiculous rings from them. And her belly button.
All while Leo watched.
It had been humiliating in the extreme to stand there naked under Leo's gaze while Muriel put a collar around her neck and commented loudly on the size and color of her nipples. It had only gotten worse when Muriel made her twirl in place slowly while she examined her. Muriel had made snide comments as she drew the thin measuring strap around her ass, hips, waist, breasts, shoulders, and thighs. She had never felt more objectified or commodified.
"Oh!" Zinny gasped. "No, Mommy--that is, Master--told me to get you ready to serve dinner this evening."
"Serve dinner?"
"Oh, yes! Mommy's having guests tonight. Important guests. We can't afford to make mistakes or she will be very angry."
Dinner? Important guests? This was all news to the Slut.
"Follow me," the little person said, leading the Slut away from the door.
The whole room was large and open with high ceilings supported by a few white columns. Slut suspected marble, but couldn't be sure. The floor was tiled with the same stone; each little square felt cool under her bare feet as she followed her cute little boss. On her left, several red and black rugs covered the tile floor between sumptuous armchairs arranged around a fireplace. On her right, where the little woman was leading her, stood a long wooden dining table with matching chairs around it. Along both walls were numerous, tall windows. They stood open, and occasionally a breath of wind stirred the white drapes tied off to each side. Despite the cool floor, the air was warm and the Slut didn't mind being naked--at least, not for purposes of comfort.
At least I'm not shivering in my skin, she thought. Count your blessings.
"This is where dinner will be served." The Slut's guide gestured with a hand toward the table and chairs.
"Who are the Master's guests?" Slut asked. "And how am I supposed to serve dinner like this?" The naked young woman extended her shackled hands, then dropped her gaze to her feet. Zinny followed with her eyes and saw that the woman's ankles were chained together, too, though with a longer length of chain to permit a slow walk but not a run.
She's hobbled, Zinny noted. Maybe Mommy's worried she'll try and run away.
"And what am I supposed to call you?"
Zinny blinked a couple of times at the sudden barrage of questions. "My name is Zinny," she replied, "but Mommy just calls me sweetie, buttercup, or cutie pie."
Or 'you dumb bitch,' she thought to herself. But she didn't say this out loud.
Slut stood there awkwardly, unsure how to respond. To be fair, it's hard not to feel awkward when you just met someone and your hands are cuffed and the only clothes you're wearing are leather panties. But honestly, the Slut wasn't sure what to make of this person generally speaking. She looked like a normal gnome girl, but her mannerisms, the overly cutified way she was dressed, and the constant references to her 'mommy' made Slut wonder what was going on, not to mention pet names like 'buttercup.'
"Is 'Zinny' what's written on your collar?" Slut asked.
"Oh, this?" Zinny fingered the metal disk at her throat. "This is my name tag," she told the Slut. "It has my name written on it."
"And by that you mean 'Zinny'?" Slut asked slowly.
Zinny nodded slowly, as if not completely sure, or as if the information was irrelevant. "But Mommy just calls me 'cutie pie'."
"I'm going to call you 'Zinny' if that's ok," Slut said.
Zinny blinked again, then replied simply, "Ok."
Slut hesitated for a moment, then decided to plunge right in. Still speaking slowly and carefully choosing her words, she asked, "Are you a slave, Zinny?"
"Huh?" Zinny's wide, innocent eyes in her upturned, questioning face expressed confusion at the question.
Sb: Am I picking anything up beneath the confusion? Is this girl repressing something--hiding it from herself, even?
Y: Ooo, good question, Seb!
I: Make an insight check, insightful one.
Sb: [Rolls]. 18?
I: There's definitely something going on here. Ilya's question clearly triggered a subconscious reaction on some level.
