As the cab pulled up to the front of the big house that sat back far from the road on my uncle's estate, Connacht, I found that I was a little nervous. It had been some time since I had been here. I remembered fondly my enslavement to my Uncle Solomon.
Here I was, nineteen years old and the college graduate he had wanted me to be. He had said I was very intelligent, and I had to prove it to him. I proved it; and next fall I would start a master's program at the University. But right now, as I pushed the door bell, I felt nine years old again. I was all trembly.
I was dressed as I knew my uncle liked his slaves, in a white gypsy blouse and a long , full skirt, and, of course, the white, nylon panties. The nipples on my small breasts were as hard as rocks. Would he still like me, I pondered.
The door opened and he stood there smiling, naked as I have always remembered him. But older. His beard and hair were white. But his great eyes were still those black gems whose very glance used to make me shiver.
I knelt before him, as any respectful slave must do.
I looked straight at his cock, just beginning a slow steady raise. I bent forward a bit to kiss it, trembling.
He held out his hands and lifted me up. "Hello, Chemi," he said. Then he took me into his embrace and kissed me -lightly at first, sort of feeling my face with his lips -then with a passion I remembered, his tongue a hot rod searching my mouth. I felt his cock, hard against my belly.
As we unembraced I noticed that the lights to the 'training' room were off. It was a room I remembered fondly. But we didn't go there, as I had expected -one usually did that first at uncle Solomon's. No, he took my hand and we went to the elevator -that meant one thing, we were going up to the master bedroom, the penthouse.
As the elevator made it way up my Master stroked my hair. "You never did get very big, did you Chemi?" she said, more than asked. "You would think that a daughter of mine would get at least near my height."
I was barely five foot, my uncle/Daddy/Master was six feet tall.
And then we were there. The two room suite that sat atop the great house at Connacht. It looked like there were even more books than I had remembered. But there did not seem to be anymore paintings. I immediately went to mine, painted when I was nine years old. I gazed up at the little naked girl with one hand just grazing her groin.
"You were very beautiful when I painted that," he said,
Well perhaps, a little skinny, I thought -not that I had gown that much in ten years. I took off my blouse to compare. Well, my little AA cuties were certainly an improvement over the flat chested darling in the painting. But I was hardly six inches taller than that little girl, hippier -for sure, tho.
"I wanted you to see this," my Master said, pointing to a box next to a very large monitor. "My new pride and joy," he smiled.
I did not recognize it. My dual degrees were in computer science and micro biology and I have seen some marvelous state of the art machines. "Something you made yourself, Master?" I asked. For I knew that my uncle had been building his own machines since before the beginning.
He put an arm about me and pinched my nipple. "No," he said, "A friend gave it to me. It's the prototype for a new super computer. I finally have something that can almost keep up with my visual ideas." He dropped his hand to the track-ball and the universe evolved from a bright point on the big monitor.
"You should see this on the big screen," he said. I knew he meant the big projection screen down in the living room. When I had first seen that I had been astounded. What did it look like now I wondered.
"Leave your skirt here," he said and we went back to the elevator.
The new universe must have been a hundred or so micro seconds old by now. The new screen, for there was no way this could have been the old one was twenty feet across, the sight was brilliant -bight colors saturated as no video screen I had ever seen. I swear you could make out individual quarks.
