The Lessons Ch. 01
Keywords: 01, Ch., Lessons, The,
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I"m sorry, please forgive me, Master."
Nodding to her, He twisted the nipple once more for emphasis, "you are forgiven, little one. But remember well My words."
Wincing, she nodded, whispering, "yes, Master. Thank You, Master."
He stepped out of the shower room, first handing her a towel and then taking another from the towel bar for Himself. Quietly she thanked Him again and began to pat the water droplets from her silky flesh, once done; she bent over at the waist and wrapped the towel around her head, turban style. She hesitantly peeked up to Him from the cover of long lashes, watching as He brusquely toweled Himself dry, His jaw was set, a muscle ticking in His cheek. She knew instantly that He was indeed very angry with her behavior. Stepping close to Him, she reached for the end of the towel, blotting lightly against Him as she helped dry His back. He looked over His shoulder to her, His eyes still flinty with His anger. Again she peeked up to Him, this time catching His gaze.
Hastily she lowered her lashes, her head bowing down. "I"m sorry, Master," she whispered as she continued to blot at His back.
"I know, little one, but you will learn the boundaries and you will not cross them. I am still angry with you, but I have forgiven you, little one. And don"t forget, you still have a punishment coming." He spoke.
Gasping softly, her head snapped up to look at Him, her eyes wide. Slowly closing her gaping mouth, she nodded slightly, her voice barely audible, "yes, Master."
He turned on His heel, striding into His own walk-in closet, selected a faded pair of jeans and pulled them on, leaving the button unfastened. Turning He looked into the bathroom again and watched as she folded the towels and hung them again on the towel bar, her small hands still trembling as she tidied the room. Quickly she ran a comb through the long tresses, untangling it.
He called out to her, "come, little one, My stomach growls."
Looking over a bared shoulder to Him, she nodded, her body already turning and her bare feet pattering softly against the floor to Him.
She followed a few paces behind Him, her tiny feet hurrying to keep up with His long strides. Entering the kitchen, He bade her to set the table with one place setting. Tilting her head in confusion, she nodded slowly, not wanting to anger Him further with questions. He had already turned His back to her and had started preparations for dinner. Completing her task, she looked at Him, seeing the tense lines of His bare back as He continued His preparations.
Tiptoeing quietly up behind Him, she stood just to His left, her soft whisper going unnoticed. She cleared her throat quietly and again in a slightly louder whisper called to Him, "Master?"
Turning abruptly to her, she backed up a pace, her dark eyes wide. "Yes, little one?" He seemed to bark.
Twisting her fingers, standing on one foot, she looked like a little girl, her head bowed down, her voice so soft He could barely hear her words.
He smiled softly, seeing her distress and turned to her, lifting her chin with His hand, "I can"t hear you when you talk to the floor, little one. Speak up," He said quietly.
"I am finished setting the table, Master…and…uhmm…was…uhmmm…wondering if there was something more I could do to help, Master," she said quietly, keeping her lashes lowered, her voice soft, chin quivering in His hand.
"Little one, look up to Me, let Me see those beautiful eyes. Don"t hide them from me," He said softly.
Looking up to Him, she bit her lower lip, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears of remorse.
He smiled, looking into her eyes, "yes, little one, there is a cushion in the bottom cabinet at the end of the island, get it and place it next to the table on the floor."
She looked up at Him, clearly confused, but said nothing other than, "yes, Master."
He finished the salad He had been making, slicing a grilled chicken breast into strips before sliding it on top of the huge salad. Taking the salad plate in one hand, He carried a bottle of white wine and two wine goblets to the table.
Sinking down into the cushioned chair, He pointed to the cushion on the floor and uttered one single word to her, "nadu!"
She tilted her head, nodded, and sunk down to the cushion, her creamy thighs splaying wide, back arching into a delicate curve, she held her head high, dark eyes cast to the stone floor in front of her. Settling back on her heels, she gently rested her wrists, the palms facing skyward against the creamy flesh of her upper thighs.
"Very well done, little one," He praised her.
She smiled softly up to Him, her soft voice whispering, "thank You, Master."
He smiled once more and then literally started to attack the salad, she watched silently, her own stomach growling its hunger. Hearing the rumble, He looked down to her, "your hands are now bound behind your back, little one."
Hearing the command, she interlaced her fingers behind her back, arching it tightly and thrusting her breasts forward. She was now "bound by Master"s will", no rope or other bindings were necessary once a slave was commanded into this position. She had remembered much from her Gorean books it seemed. He smiled as He watched her position herself.
Selecting a ripe, plump cherry tomato, He held it to her lips, lightly running it along her full bottom lip. Her dark eyes peered up to Him as she darted the tip of her tongue out to His fingers, licking lightly around the tomato as He placed against her tongue. Rolling her tongue back as she curled it, the tomato rolled into her mouth, where she savored the morsel. He watched her little tongue trick and smiled. She smiled up to Him, still savoring the tomato, thinking to herself she had never tasted one so good before. He continued eating and feeding her tidbits of the salad, tipping the wineglass every so often to her lips for a sip of the Chardonnay.
"You will be fed by My hand, little one, until you have earned the right to feed yourself, and even then you will need to earn the right to use utensils. Every step will be earned. Feeding yourself, using utensils, sitting at the table here with Me. And even then, I will still limit your intake of food and limit the kinds of food you will be consuming. We have some work to do to get you in the condition that I wish. Understood, little one?"
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Keywords: 01, Ch., Lessons, The,