Chapter 19

�Right, girl, go and slip into your mules, bring the three foot chain, a bangle and locks to the couch.�

�Yes, darling Sir.�

Kneeling before Him, she offers up the items, then says �Sir, your adoring slavegirl needs to freshen her lipstick?�

�So you do, girl, but first priority is the shocking state of your ankles; squat, step through, then turn 90 degrees, go to your belly, feet up in the air.�

�Yes Sir.�

�Good call, you chose to put your ankles close to my right hand, so right ankle, snick of padlock, bangle and lock the left ankle. What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation? Give me your left wrist!�

�Yes Sir, sorry Sir, slavegirl wasn’t thinking, she forgot about the bangle, Sir.�

�This will never do, slavegirl, certain things must become completely automatic; if this sort of error happens again, there will be strokes!�

�Yes Sir. Sir will probably remember what His slavegirl mentioned about higher brain functions?�

�OK, fair enough. Now, coffee, ˝ a pot, and fetch my pipe, tobacco and lighter from my jacket pocket; you may as well collect your lipstick at the same time, it’s the other pocket.�

�No, girl, I said coffee, then the other; always listen to the order in which I give instructions. It is not your responsibility to do things in the most efficient manner but, rather, in the order which I specify!�

�Yes Sir, slavegirl is sorry, Sir. At this rate, it will be decades before slavegirl will be able to go a month without earning strokes!�

�Hardly that bad, you’re doing very well, actually. Now stop fishing for compliments and put the coffee on!�

�Yes Sir.�

While waiting for the coffee to brew, she fetches His smoking supplies and her lipstick. She spends a moment redoing her lips and then kneels before Him to offer up His pipe.

�Good choice, slavegirl, you should always err on the side of redoing your lips rather than run the risk of kneeling before me without lipstick on.�

�Thank you Sir, your slavegirl was worried about that, she didn’t want to keep Sir waiting for His pipe but didn’t want to appear before Him with bare lips.�

�That’s all right, you made the right choice. Besides, you were obeying an earlier instruction. In any case, watching a slavegirl refreshing her lipstick is one of the quiet pleasures of being a Master, makes up for a lot of the stress we Masters undergo. I mean, keeping a slavegirl on her toes is no task for the faint of heart! Will there be a cup of coffee ready yet?�

�Yes Sir, slavegirl should be able to sneak a cup out of the pot.�

�Good, bring me a cup then.�

�Yes Sir.�

She returns, holding an extra large mug delicately between the tips of her fingers, kneels gracefully at His feet, lifts the mug delicately to her lips and gives it a long, passionate kiss. Then she lowers her head while raising the mug to Him. He takes the mug; �well done, slavegirl, the kiss mark is perfect, presentation was perfect, only one problem. You will recall, I said to bring me a cup of coffee! This much will get cold while I’m doing your feet. You must listen for the specific wording of commands, not interpret, not think, simply obey!�

With a crestfallen air, she winces and says �yes Sir, your slavegirl will try her very best to be an obedient slavegirl. She knows that Sir is perfectly capable of expressing Himself, she needs to pay closer attention to His words. Please Sir, permit slavegirl to take that back to the kitchen and serve You properly?�

�No, this will do, but your foot massage will have to wait while I get outside of most of this. In the meantime, you may assume the position. Squat, step through, turn 180 degrees, belly, feet in the air. Then, you may remove your shoes.�

�Yes Sir.�

�Why do you have your knees together.�

�Sir, your slavegirl is braindead. Is this better, Sir?�

�Yes, two feet should do very nicely; remember, you must ensure at all times that I have the very best possible view of your charms. No hiding anything! Now then let’s have the left foot.�

Holding her foot between His hands, He uses His thumbs to slowly massage away the aches and tension in he foot. Half an hour of this attention is having the usual effect on her slit and a pool of her juice is now forming on the carpet. �Slavegirl, you seem to be leaking; put your shoes back on, then lick up as much as you can from the carpet.�

�Yes, adorable Sir.� She puts her shoes back in place, lowers her legs to the floor, kneels up by inching her body backwards then bends forward to the puddle, lifting her ass high to give Him an unobstructed view as she licks the carpet clean.

�You’ll have to shampoo the carpet tomorrow, if you have time. That will do for now, fetch a large towel.�

�Yes Ssiirr.� Through a haze of lust.

She returns with a heavy blue bathtowel held in both hands, kneels to spread it lengthwise in front of Him, squats to step through her chains, and kneels back on her heels, thighs welllll spread!

�Well done, my luscious slave, fetch me another coffee, a mug this time.�

�Yes Sir Is Sir done with that mug?�

�Not yet, and in any case, you will always serve me a fresh container, I don’t want to see two kiss marks on the same mug.�

�Of course not, Sir, always a fresh one!�

She returns, goes through the ritual including the stepping through and kneeling on her heels.

�This lipstick mark is sort of borderline, I’ll let it slip this once but don’t push your luck unless you really want to start tomorrow with a sore ass!�

�Your slavegirl is sorry, Sir, she is still unsure how much lipstick to put on each time, she’ll get it right soon.�

�By Friday night, or there will be strokes! Now, assume the position and we’ll do the other foot.�



A half- hour of gentle massage to this foot, then; �kneel slavegirl.�

Before kneeling back, she applies lipstick and addresses herself lengthily to His feet. �Thank you, Sir, that was wonderful, and it has your humble slavegirl incredibly aroused. Will Sir wish to use her now?�

�Careful pretty slave, that is right on the edge of begging for use! And, no, not yet. We have the details of a ritual to practise. You will recall when you got home tonight that I gave instructions on a specific ritual to be performed upon first entering a room where your Master happens to be.�

�Yes Sir, what shall your obedient, desperately horny slavegirl do, Sir?�

�First, get partially dressed; that means heels, stockings, garterbelt, skirt and halter, then go out into the hallway, down two flights of stairs, cross to the other staircase, come up that and return. Knock on the door when you get here.�

�Yes Sir.� She rises to her feet, crosses to the front closet, pulls out a fresh pair of stockings and slides off her right shoe. Then, she carefully pulls the stocking over her foot and rolls it underneath the chain enclosing her ankle. Leaving it furled above the chain, she slides into a five-inch mule. She repeats the process with her left leg, then puts on her narrow black lace garterbelt. Slowly rolling the stocking up her right leg, she stretches it taut before fastening the garterstraps. Same with the left leg, then she has to find a skirt. An old pleated blue grey plaid from her highschool days, very short on her now and small enough that the wrap around doesn’t quite. She’s showing a healthy amount of bare left thigh! Now, for a halter? How about this red silk number that she bought three years ago and has never dared wear. Skimpy, unlined, tiny straps across her back that tie under her breasts and around her neck. Shows her nipples at fullll stretch; no one who sees her will have any doubts about her readiness for use. Of course, the likely chance of there being someone about at this ungodly hour of the early morning is rather slim. She presents herself before Him, does a curtsey, bows from the waist to step through her chains and, squaring her shoulders, marches off to do His bidding.

Half an hour later, when there has still been no knock on the door, He goes out into the hallway to see what may be seen. Just then, Juliette comes rushing through the door from the staircase with two grubby looking fellows in hot pursuit.

�Do you gentlemen want something?�

�Out of our way, we want the slut!� says the short, thickset one.

�What slut, there’s no one here but my ladyfriend. If you’re referring to her, clean up your language or I’ll have to hurt you.�

�You and what army, old man?�

�Boys, you really shouldn’t take drugs, they destroy your brain. I’m bigger than both of you put together, I’m stronger than both of you put together, AND I’M FASTER THAN BOTH OF YOU PUT TOGETHER. Also, I don’t take prisoners! Now, apologize to the lady and be on your way!

�Yes Sir, sorry Sir, I guess we got a little carried away. Sorry to have bothered you, Ma’am.�

�Sorry ma’am, sorry sir, we’ll be going now.�

�Have a pleasant evening, gentlemen.�

�Come on in.�

�My god, Sir, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so terrified in my life. Three sentences, and they were quivering in their boots.�





�Not such a large problem projecting menace, when you’re as big as I am. I once saw a skinny little banty rooster of an RSM do the same thing to a pair of bikers. Of course, he was a black belt in more different martial arts than I can count with my boots on. It’s all in showing confidence.�

�And having the confidence to show; not something you can fake!�

�Well no, but I’ve never had any trouble that way, people just naturally seem to assume I mean what I say. They’re quite correct, of course, I really don’t take prisoners!�

Long pause for kissing, then �thank you Sir, for being there to protect m�your obedient, loving slavegirl.�

�Pretty much goes with the territory. Now then, I’m returning to the couch. We will assume you’ve just got home from work, stop when you’re at the right distance away to be kissing my feet when you kneel.�

�Yes Sir.�

This time out, she faces Him to strip, turning to put each individual piece back in the closet as she slowly, sensuously removes it, bending with her legs well spread, her ass towards Him, to remove her stockings and mules and put on her gold lace up sandals. She straightens, turns to remove her garterbelt, turns again and bends low to place it in the underwear drawer of the small dresser in her closet, giving it a kiss before putting it away, then turns again, bends, steps through, straightens, squares her shoulders and struts over to stand at slavegirl attention, her feet shoulder width apart, wrists beside her ass, head bowed, eyes closed.

�Well done, excellent, my girl. Now, kneel up.�

�Yes Sir. Like this, Sir?�

�Keep your posture just as you were standing and your thighs need to be vertical, Now, at this point, you have the option of doing a bellyroll to show eagerness, a shimmy to indicate pleasure or applying lipstick, choose one.�

�May a slavegirl not be permitted to show both eagerness and pleasure, Sir?�

Not unless you’ve been deprived for some time, which I don’t believe is the case tonight!�

�Sir is a cruel, evil beast, Sir!�

�Don’t lie to me girl, tell me how you really feel.�

A loooong, slow shimmy!

�It would seem that you’re not entirely unhappy, very well, now bend from the waist, get your ass high up in the air and do the honours to my shoes.�

Ten minutes of lascivious kissing later, a fingersnap, �kneel up, girl.�

�Right, now hold that pose for a count of five, then, if you’ve approached me to present greetings, as now, you may settle back on your heels. If, on the other hand, you’ve approached me to beg, you would now bend backward from the waist, keeping your thighs vertical, until your head touches the floor. At that point, you again have the same three options. You would then hold that pose until you hear me snap my fingers, which means yes, or clap my hands, which means no. If you’ve been granted permission to speak, you then straighten your body to vertical, hold for a five count and sink back on your heels. You may then beg. If permission has been denied, you straighten up, bend from the waist and lick my shoes clean. If all this is clear, you may sink down and then repeat the instructions.�

�Sir, your slavegirl understands.� She then repeats all of the instructions, word for word.