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A day in the life.....
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A day in the life..... Just another day in paradise. I smiled as I stretched lazily, very catlike. Don was still asleep, that was rare he was usually up hours before I was. He didn't often sleep well and it stunted his sleep. It was our first night together in our new home. His had gone home to their mothers, and by some miracle, Michael to the when he said he was going to. Rather than spend the weekend cleaning out my place as I should have, I snuck away to spend some very rare alone time with my love, my heart, my Master. The bauble on my kolar jingled softly as I sat up. I put my hand on it and looked over my shoulder, but Don hadn't stirred. I reached for my robe, but a little grin crossed my lips and I didn't bother. I closed the door quietly and walked into the kitchen. I began puttering. Don didn't care much for coffee, drinking it only rarely when he was very tired. I made a quick inventory of the fridge and decide on a simple breakfast of omlete and a side of sausage with some hashbrowns and an english muffin. I left out the tomatoes, he didn't like those. but quickly diced green pepper onion and mushroon left over from the pasta I had made the night before. When his breakfast was ready I arranged it on a cookie sheet. I know poor man's serving tray. I had never bothered to buy one, usually with all the we served food buffet style. I poured him a tall glass of juice and set it on the tray with his breakfast. I was still naked, I was REALLY careful cooking the sausage. I carried the loaded tray back to the bedroom. He raised his head as I opened the door. Squinting at me as he reached for his glasses. I crossed the room in the oldway, the Gorean training flooding back so quickly. I paused as I reached his side and dipped in a lightly curtsey before sliding to my knees, tray still balanced in my hands. I set the tray beside me as he watched with a bemused grin. I picked up the orange juice. I murmured softly the old ritual allowed so that he would understand better what I was doing, Don was not Gorean after inall. I lifted the cup for inspection looking it over carefully. I pressed the rim of the cup to my tummy the center of my being so that all that I was was reflected in the offering. I pressed it to my heart the center of my love for Master that it maybe giving as freely as my love had been. I took a small sip, tasting that it would please Master, I was the filter through which displeasure must flow, I would please Master to my last breath. And then I offered it above my bowed head, the place where my lips had touched offered to Master. He chuckled softly having heard of the ritual from me many times, but never having seen it performed before. He took the glass and sipped before setting it on the nightstand and I moved the tray to his lap as he sat up in bed. I remained kneeling be his side as he ate, so that I could serve him better if he chose. He fed me bites off his plate every so often, carrying on a conversation. I chose to use slave speak today just to complete the setting. When a Gorean slave is told to speak as a slave, personal pronouns are not used. While some use this as a punishment, trainers often use it as a reinforcement tool. By speaking in third person it takes away a sense of self, because you gave yourself to your Master it is common to refer to yourself as "Master's girl" or "Your girl" when speaking to Master and "this girl" when speaking to others. Questions were phrased like "Would Master like for Master's girl to..." and so on. It got confusing but using it from time to time... well that made things interesting. And it really turned Don on when I was in ultra submissive mode. It was nothing for me to give him head and then not get my own.. it didn't happen often mind you, but the fact that I was willing and didn't get upset by it was one of his favorite turn ons. Don finished his breakfast and I carried the tray into the kitchen, promptly washing the dishes and putting them in the drainer. I hated dishes but I was going for the full effect today so why not. I returned to the bedroom, because he hadn't come out yet. The blankets had been stripped back from the bed. Don had gotten out our home bondage kit. We had purchased a sheet set from LesbianPersonals's store a few months before. It was made of the softer side of velcro and came with these interlocking squares that could be moved around the sheet, they stuck to the sheet and then came with these straps that stuck to the square. You could move them anywhere in any position. Don had placed all four squares in a row at the foot of the bed. I looked at him curiously and he ordered me on to the bed, my feet at the squares on my knees. I complied. He promptly strapped my feet to the outside sqaures and wrapped the other two straps around my wrists. He told me to "kneel" it's a position from Gor where I place my chest and forehead on the ground or in this case the bed. He then took my wrists and put them on the inside squares of the restraints. My hands bound between my ankles with my rump up in the air... my shoulders and cheek pressed to the bed... He stroked his fingers lightly over my clit, teasing me. He trailed his fingers up and down my slit over and over again to make me squirm and leaned over me letting me feel his cock pressed against my backside. "I'm going to leave you here in this position all day. When I wish to make use of you I will.. when I don't you will stay here, your ass in the air for my viewing pleasure and you will stay wet... understand, girl?" I trembled... when he chose to be Master he did it so well... "Yes Master..." I whispered...  Easily distracted by shiney objects |
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