Chapter 4: The Rules II

That whole experience in his office had been painfully humiliating. One thing particularly stuck in her mind, that he had asked her how long she had been a slave. Not how long she had been Alex’s slave but how long she had been a slave, like she was living in some ancient slave society and this was a status permanently attached to her. Come to think of it, wasn’t that what the Gor novels were about, from which her new collar had been derived? Was this his fantasy? Her relationship to Alex was, from a certain point of view, an equal one. Being his slave was simply a role that she had agreed to assume, like a part in a play. In college Julie had majored in drama; she had once wanted to be an actress. That was the way she saw BDSM, as a form of theater, of role playing. What was it for Blaine? That Alex “owned” her, that she was his property was a fantasy, but when Blaine decided to ask for her to be used as collateral, he was taking the game just a little too seriously.

But it was only for six months, she had to remember that. The question was, could she stand it for that long? Could she stand it for even a week?

She awoke at six after a restless night. Unable to fall back to sleep she went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and took a long hot shower. Back in her room she picked up the papers containing his “slave rules.” The Ten Commandments according to Blaine. She read it through. It was as he had described it only in greater detail. It also referred to his having a landscaper, gardener and pool man along with their schedules. After she finished reading the rules she tried to read a book but had trouble concentrating. She read it while lying on her side, for her ass was still sore from the caning. Eventually she gave up and lay down. She started to drift off again to sleep.

Someone was shaking her shoulder. A voice said “Time to get up, Julie.” She turned; it was Blaine in a purple robe and slippers. She blinked her eyes then scrambled to get up. “I’m sorry, Master,” she said breathlessly. “I was up before but fell asleep.”

“Come on,” he said. She followed him into the kitchen. The linoleum floor felt cold on her bare feet. He opened one of the cabinets and said, “I keep the beans in here. I like my coffee freshly ground. Here’s the electric coffee grinder and here’s the coffee maker. Go to it. The cups are up there. Make enough for two cups. I take cream, no sugar. The cream is in the refrigerator. Got all that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“When it’s done bring the coffee into the dining room then wait in the kitchen until I call you or dismiss you.”

“Yes, Master.”

She did as he told her. She brought in the cream and a cup. She went back for the coffee pot and poured him a cup while he read a newspaper. Then she went back into the kitchen. When he called her back to the dining room the coffee pot was nearly empty. Meanwhile he had turned his chair sideways. He undid the front of his robe, revealing his erect penis. “You know what to do with this,” he said. She knelt on the floor and put his cock in her mouth, the same huge cock that had filled her asshole only a few hours before. He came quickly this time, withdrawing just in time to leave her body splattered with semen. He told her to take a quick shower then meet him in the living room.

She waited for him in the living room, kneeling on the rug. He returned dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. “Get up,” he said. “I’ll show you around the house.”

It really was a big house. Formally it had five bedrooms, including hers. One of them he had made into his office, a place she was already familiar with. The other bedrooms were all furnished and had more of his paintings on the wall. In addition to the kitchen and dining area there were five bathrooms, plus a mostly finished basement. The basement was divided into three rooms. The unfinished part was for the utilities—the heating and air conditioning system, hot water heater, washer and dryer. There was an exercise room with stationary bike, weight machine and treadmill. Finally there was what he called the Entertainment Room. It had a 50 inch flat screen tv, a state of the art home theater system, CD and DVD players and a large collection of movies and music CDs. He said, “You can use this room during the day when I’m at work, provided you’ve finished your chores.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He took her back to her room. “Put on some clothes, we’re going outside. By the way, it’s a hot day.”

She put on one of her summer dresses and a pair of tennis shoes. “Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yes. Bring your bag, too. You brought your driver’s license?”

“Yes, Master.”

He handed her a cell phone. It was a plain one, not a smart phone. “My office and cell numbers are in there. Use them if you need it. Otherwise it’s mainly for emergencies or for my calling you. You must keep it by you as you go around the house in case I should call.”

“Yes, Master.” She was tempted to say, “I’ll keep it in my pocket,” but decided it wasn’t yet time to test his sense of humor, assuming he had one. She could still feel the sting from the caning.

“Here’s the debit card I mentioned. I’ll give you the pin in a moment.” There was a door at the back of the room. He took her outside. He pointed to a keypad by the door. “The house is protected by a security system. To get in you’ll have to enter a four digit pin. I’ll give it to you when we get in the car.”

She looked around. There was a swimming pool in back. “You can use the pool too.”

“I forgot to bring a bathing suit.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s very private here. There are woods in back and a hundred yards in there’s a fence. The whole house is surrounded by fences with bushes in front so nobody will see you. Now there is a security camera in back but that’s only in case someone tries to break in. As far as I know there haven’t been any burglaries around here since I moved in. There’s also a neighborhood patrol. So the place is very safe but I do have a lot of expensive artwork. Anyway, whether you swim or not or how you do it is up to you.”

Yes, she thought, it’s very private, except when the landscaper, the gardener or the pool man is around. She’d better double check the schedule.

They walked through a path to his garage. It was big enough for three cars but he had only two, a black BMW and a white, rather beat-up looking Chevy. He unlocked the front door of the Chevy and told her to get in, handing her the keys. Then he got in on the other side. He picked up some papers from the front seat and held them in his lap.

“Start the engine,” he said. “We’ll drive around a little, see how good a driver you are.”

She drove down the long driveway into the street. He had her drive around the neighborhood for about ten minutes before returning. She drove slowly. She rarely drove except to spell Alex on long drives when they visited his relatives during the holidays.

“You’ll do,” he said. “It’s an old car so there’s no GPS. It’s in good condition though, I just had it checked out. Here’s a map and some directions to the mall. Everything you’ll need is there, a supermarket, drug store, cleaners. Here’s a list of groceries we need. In the future it’ll be your job to make sure we don’t run out of anything, especially coffee. Here’s the debit card. It’s got $500 on it. I’ll add more as you need it. Here’s some cash, too.” He handed her five twenties. He gave her with a small sheet of paper torn from a memo pad. “And here’s the pin for the debit card along with the code for entering the back door. Memorize them. When you return flush the paper down the toilet. Then you’ll want to get started on the house cleaning. It’s been a week since the maid was here.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And shave your bush, don’t forget that.”

“Yes, Master.”

“One more thing. That other key is for the back door. You’ll always enter the house through that door, never the front. As soon as you enter your room you will undress. If I ever catch you wearing clothes in any other part of the house you’ll get a caning. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m going to be gone most of the day. I probably won’t see you until the evening. Any questions?”

“No, Master. No wait! What about the collar?”

“What about it?”

“You’re not going to take it off?”

He laughed. “No. You’ll be wearing this from now until the time you leave. I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t like the one you wore for Alex. Most people will have no idea what it is. They’ll think it’s some kind of necklace or choker. Some women even wear this kind of thing as a fashion statement. Okay?”

“Yes, Master.” She was dubious but had no choice but to accept what he said.

“Any other questions?”

“Um, about the naked thing. Can I at least wear slippers?”

He smiled. “Yes, you can wear slippers. Okay, I’m going now. Unless you have any other questions.”

“No, Master.”

“Then see you later.”

She sat there studying the map until Blaine’s BMW pulled out of the garage. When it was gone she went back into the house. She took a kerchief she had and tied it around her neck. She felt better now. In fact she was feeling better about things in general. Blaine’s calm soft-spoken manner had a soothing effect on her. She no longer felt so afraid of him. Even his casual remark about caning her if he caught her wearing clothes was said in a nonthreatening manner. In fact she had never heard him raise his voice. Anyway, observing that rule was easy enough, she’d been doing it for years. The other rules didn’t seem difficult either. Her alarms of last night now seemed exaggerated. She could do this. Six months. What was that phrase crooks liked to use in the movies? “I can do this standing on my head.” With a cheerful laugh she put the car in drive and headed for the mall.

She had to take two trips from the car to carry the groceries back to her room. She undressed and made another two trips to the kitchen. She put away the food and prepared herself a light breakfast of cereal and milk. Next she went into the bathroom to shave. She sat on the toilet seat holding a scissors. She glanced sadly down at her pubic hair. She had asked Alex once if he wanted her to shave but he said he thought a girl’s bush sexy. She preferred it that way too and felt mildly resentful about having to shave. After all she was only “borrowed” property, she thought wryly. Alex was still her real Master.

That done it was on to the cleaning. She spent most of the morning and afternoon vacuuming and dusting and cleaning the bathrooms, only stopping for lunch. By three o’clock she was exhausted. She thought she might relax in his Entertainment Room but remembered he had said she could only use it when he was at work. He also said he’d probably be gone all day, but he could come back. She decided to try the pool. She was about to go out the back door when she realized she had forgotten the security code. She always had a bad head for numbers. She checked the number in her purse then went out again. It was quite hot out, even hotter than in the morning. She wished she had remembered to buy sun block. She glanced nervously up at the security camera then hurried into the pool. She quickly forgot about the camera as she enjoyed a delicious swim. Returning to her room she felt sleepy. She took a nap. When she awoke she put on a pair of slippers and went into the kitchen to prepare her dinner. Afterwards she took a bubble bath. The bathroom came well supplied with aromatic bath salts. They weren’t on Blaine’s list but she would have to remember to keep them supplied.

Blaine didn’t return until nine in the evening. As soon as he did he called her into his office. Before leaving her room she attached the leash to her collar. This time there was no cane lying on the bench. He glanced down at her pubic area then ordered her to climb on the bench and assume the Submission Position. He secured the leash to the bench as he had the previous night.

Next he told her to recount all the events of her day starting with her trip to the supermarket. He asked her what foods she bought and what they cost. Then he asked her what she did next.

“I undressed like you told me to do and carried the groceries into the kitchen.”

“Haven’t you forgot something?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”

“What about the paper with the pin numbers? Did you flush it down the toilet like I told you?”

“Uh ...”

“Yes?”

“I guess I forgot, Master.”

“Where is it now?”

“I guess it’s still in my purse.”

“Suppose your purse was stolen? It could endanger the whole security of my house and all my property.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll do it when I get back.”

“Have you memorized the pins?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What are they?”

She stopped to think for a moment then recited the numbers.

“Okay. What did you do next?”

“Let me think. Oh, I made myself breakfast.”

He asked her what she ate. Then she told him about all the work she did around the house, the vacuuming and dusting and cleaning the bathrooms. He asked her if she did all the rooms. She said she did most of them. He asked her if she had lunch. She said she did and told him what she ate. She told him about swimming in the pool.

“But you hadn’t finished cleaning the house.”

“I was tired, Master. I thought I could do it tomorrow. There wasn’t much else to do.”

“Okay. What next?”

What next was making her dinner. She told him what she ate for dinner too. Afterwards she went to her room to read. It must have taken at least twenty minutes to go through this recital of trivia.

Then he said, “I’m going to have to punish you for not destroying the paper with the pin numbers. That’s going to mean twelve strokes with the cane.”

It was like a punch in the gut. He seemed to have glossed over that. But no, he wasn’t going to let anything get by him. She clenched her teeth and awaited the blows. Each stroke seemed to land on a different part of her exposed bottom, causing a burning sensation that grew and grew until her ass was burning like a forest fire. The tremor in her voice increased with each number of the count, like the tolling of a bell striking the hours: “One” ... “Two” ... “Three” ... “Four” ... “Five” ... “Six” ... “Seven” ... “Eight” ... “Nine”... “Ten” ... “Eleven” ... “Twelve.”

“Perhaps in the future you’ll take my instructions more seriously.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered.

Her trials were not over yet. Once again she felt his fingers in her ass applying lubricant. It was an unpleasant surprise, his wanting to do it two nights in a row. What was the matter with her cunt? It was right there staring him in the face. Literally. The ass-fucking was just as painful as the night before only not as terrifying. This time she knew he wasn’t going to injure her. When he was done he sent her back to her room.

She lay on her bed weeping. All her good feelings from the morning had disappeared. Once more she wondered if she could endure it. Gradually she calmed down and tried to gain some perspective. She was a slave, she had violated her Master’s rules and had been punished, that’s all. It was stupid forgetting to destroy that paper so maybe she deserved to be punished. Only it seemed rather harsh for so small an offense. Punishment wasn’t new to her; she had been punished by Alex, only not very often. Alex really didn’t like to punish her. As much as he enjoyed spanking her he was really a gentle soul. No sadist he. Sometimes she actually wished he would punish her more often. There were certainly times when she deserved it since she was often lazy and sloppy in her housekeeping. In the beginning he would occasionally lose his temper with her and grab her, take her over his knee and spank her hard. Those spankings were always brief, the aim not being to really hurt her but just to get his point across. It excited her none the less. There was only one time when he punished her really hard. She had been acting very bitchy of late. One evening she was particularly so. Finally he said he had enough. He dragged her into the bedroom where he spanked her really hard with a hairbrush, so hard it made her cry. She had bruises for days afterwards. This happened on a Monday and for the next few days she found sitting at work painful. Relations between them remained tense for some time but eventually things got back to normal.

Afterwards she realized three things: One, that she had deliberately been acting out, hoping to provoke just such a reaction; two, that he probably realized it and didn’t like it; and three, the whole thing made him really uncomfortable. She saw he felt guilty about hurting her so badly. She decided she would never act like this again. Yet she couldn’t help feeling glad that it had happened. She was thrilled by his exercise of authority and when things did get back to normal her passion for him was all the greater.

But now she was in the hands of a Master who felt no such compunctions, and who had shown he wouldn’t hesitate to punish her severely for even the slightest misstep. It was a scary thought, and it was accompanied by another, even scarier one: Could this be what she had wanted all along?