Hey all, Thanks again for all the support for the last chapter. I'm going to try and keep to a schedule of a new chapter every two weeks. That way I should be able to stay ahead of the curve and give my lovely proofreader lots of time to suggest improvements.
Anyway, on with chapter 3.
Enjoy.
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Rose
For the second day in a row I wake up alone in a strange bed, but at least this time Master's cat has found another place to sleep. Stretching out my arms and legs, I snuggle back below the warm covers. I can feel the happy rumble deep in my throat, Master called it purring last night, and the name seems to fit. I allow myself a moment of happy reminiscing of waking to the sound of my contented comfortable sisters.
The sound of movement outside my cocoon draws my attention, peeking out from under the covers I look up into the smiling face of my Master.
"Morning." He says softly, reaching out a hand to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear. He seems to like doing that.
Acting more on instinct than good thinking I nuzzle his hand affectionately. I whimper softly as my brain catches up with my body, I'm supposed to be showing him I'm an obedient girl. I curse my foolishness silently, I'm acting like I'm still with my sisters! I will never get my collar if I carry on like this!
Master kneels down beside the bed so we are eye level, the back of his fingers gently stroking my cheek. "What did I do?" He asks softly.
I blink at him confused.
"You stopped purring and started whimpering, what did I do wrong?"
"Nothing Master!" I say quickly. My words fall over each other as I rush to explain my actions, leaving Master looking completely baffled. I've messed things up so badly that Master if blaming himself for my lack of discipline, I can't even begin to wrap my head around how this could have happened. He's going to send me back for sure.
"Rose." Master says firmly, silencing my futile attempts to explain. "Slowly this time, why are you upset?"
I take a deep breath, shifting to my kneeling position in the centre of the bed like I should have done when he first approached. "I shouldn't have pressed my face against your hand Master, it was disobedient." I say, my heart racing.
"Well, that's hardly the crime of the century. Anyway I'm not sure I want a blindly obedient slave. I want someone who thinks for herself."
I groan internally. Master doesn't know anything about Lower Vil, we can't think for ourselves, not all the time like he wants. Our minds can't take it, they fall apart. The wardens at the compound knew this well enough, it was a core part of our training. We need strong owners to care for us, we serve obediently because it's the only chance of a life we can have.
"Yes Master." I say softly.
"Right, now bathroom, shower, pee and find something to wear! I have a big day planned for us!" Master sounds excited, but it's too soon to tell if that's a good or a bad thing. "I'll meet you downstairs when you're ready."
He gives me a final gleaming smile before leaving the room.
I pause for a moment, enjoying the sound of the wind rustling the trees before hurrying to the bathroom, Master is waiting! Shivering through my cold shower, I wonder if Master might let me use warm water if I behave. Before quickly shaking my head at that foolish notion and brushing my teeth. Master has been extremely kind to me so far, but there's no telling how long that will last if I start to become a nuisance.
I approach the bags from yesterday's shopping trip with eager anticipation. But selecting a set of clothes to wear turns out to be so much harder than I ever imagined. The obvious choice would be those items that please my owner, but I have absolutely no idea which of the dozens of combinations of tops, bottoms and dresses would make him happy. I'm utterly lost.
In desperation I lay out each and every piece of clothing on the bed, trying to remember what Mistress Jezebel said about matching outfits. Perhaps I should pick at random and hope for the best? An image of Master's excited smile turning to a frown of displeasure quickly rids me of that idea. It's hopeless, whatever I do I'm going to disappoint him. Silent fat tears roll down my face as the weight of this unexpected decision fully hits me.
"Are you okay?"
I jump physically, spinning round to find a short slim man standing in the doorway. He's wearing a bright pink shirt with tiny white shorts and matching tights, the primary function of which seems to be to show off the bulge at his crotch. His endowment isn't what makes him so striking though. No, what catches my eye are the scales that run around the outside of his face and down his back. He's a lower Vil, like me. A male Lower Vil. I've never seen one before.
A gentle smile spreads across his face. "I remember that look, when Mistress first introduced me to Emily I was just as amazed."
Speechless I move towards him, holding my hand out to trace his markings. Taking a step back, his smile vanishes. "I don't think Master Dan would like to catch either of us touching, especially when you're naked."
Dropping my hand I peer down at myself, then at my out stretched hand. An embarrassed heat touches my cheeks. "I'm Rose." I stammer, trying to regain at least some control of the situation.
"Zack, a pleasure." He bows his head, and I notice his collar glitters with hundreds of tiny jewels. "I believe you went shopping with my Mistress yesterday?"
I nod.
"And now you are trying to work out what to wear?"
Again, I answer him with a nod.
"Right!" He matches past me into the room, taking a long moment to examine the bed before picking up a couple of items. "Bra and panties, your Master should enjoy the lace."
