Part 54 (1/2)
I looked at her. ”Do you know any ma.s.sage?”
Jane looked completely confused. ”No sir.”
Sheila piped up from behind Jane. ”Master? I do.”
”You know ma.s.sage?”
”M-Mayer forced me to take some cla.s.ses when I first started. If you want I can ma.s.sage you.”
I nodded and crouched by Sheila. I released her arms, quickly undoing the knots holding her. She sighed and shook out her arms.
”Christ, *I* need a ma.s.sage,” she mumbled as she tried to work out the aches in her own arms, stretching.
”Sheila?”
”Yes sir?”
”I want you to give me the best ma.s.sage of your life. I'll let the others free and give them coffee based on how well you perform. Okay?”
She paled a bit. ”Wh-what happens if you don't like what I do?”
”Then I guess they go without breakfast and can stay that way for the rest of the day. You'll join them as well.”
Jane looked like she was about to say something and thought better of it. She just hung her head, hoping that Sheila was able to satisfy me. She knew that she'd remain hungry and bound all day if that was what I wanted. She was in no position to protest.
I pulled off my s.h.i.+rt and sat down in a chair. Sheila hesitantly walked up behind me and began to work her fingers into my sore muscles. I leaned forward as she worked, her fingers finding all the knots and gently working them out. She was quite good. She eventually sank to her knees in front of me and I looked at her earnest face.
”Is that better? Evan always made me ... suck him ... afterwards. I can do that as well, if you want. Or I can try to work out more. If it will make you let the others go.”
I stretched my back. It felt wonderful. It was as though I hadn't slept in that awkward position.
”Sheila, honey, you're hired.” I sighed.
The girl looked like she'd just won first prize at the county fair. She beamed from her kneeling position.
”D-does that mean you'll let them go?”
”And give them coffee. They don't even have to drink it black. Go on. Untie them.”
Sheila scampered over to Jane on her hands and knees and quickly began to loosen the knots. Soon all the females were thankfully shaking out their arms and sighing as they were released. Jane slowly climbed to her feet and walked over to the coffee machine. She turned to me, ”Sir? May I?”
I nodded. Sheila had more than earned them all coffee this morning.
Sheila walked over, still smiling. ”Can a slave beg for orange juice instead?”
”As much as you want. Go on.”
Sheila practically ran over to the refrigerator and pulled out the pitcher of juice. She poured herself a huge gla.s.s and then walked back over to the table. The others had prepared their coffee and were standing sipping it, watching Christi preparing breakfast and leaning back on the counter. They were all unconsciously trying to straighten tangled hair and work out their various complaining muscles from the awkward night and the bondage.
Sheila sat beside me and spoke quietly.
”Showers?” She ran her hand through her tangled locks.
”After breakfast. I promise.”
She nodded.
I spoke towards the three girls by the coffee machine. ”Elizabeth?”
She paled a bit, already having been punished for no reason once this morning. Her nipples were still tender to prove it.
”Yes sir?”
”Come here.”
”Oh my G.o.d. Please. I haven't done anything.”
”Just come here.”
The girl walked over in trepidation.
Chapter 105.
”Sit.” I ordered her. She sank her nude body into the chair opposite me. She still wore that frightened look, not quite sure what to expect. ”How are you feeling this morning?” I gently asked her.
She looked confused at the question, perhaps not expecting a normal request.
”My nipples hurt a bit, if that's what you are asking.”
I smiled at her. ”Good. They ought to hurt. How's your back?”
She grimaced. ”It hurts.” She twisted a bit in the chair. ”I'll be alright, though.” She had slept sitting up, the same as I.
I turned to Sheila. ”Sheila? Do you do as good a job on girls as boys?”
She shrugged. ”I guess.” She rose to her feet and padded over to Elizabeth. Soon Elizabeth was sighing, all her aches and pains disappearing under Sheila's soft hands. When she was done, Elizabeth sat back up straight and smiled up at her.
”Oh G.o.d, that felt good. Thank-you.”
Sheila smiled back and kissed Elizabeth's forehead. ”You're welcome.”
”Alright, all of you. On the floor.”
All the women dropped whatever they were doing and gathered in a line on the floor. I stopped Christi before she knelt, motioning her back to her cooking tasks. She could listen from there.
”Everyone except Christi gets to eat on the floor today.” There was a bit of a murmur from the girls, but they remained quiet. They knew better than to complain about direct orders. If they even got breakfast, they knew they'd probably end up bound for it, if they complained. ”It isn't a punishment, I just want to watch you eat from there. You can get your food from the table without asking. Understand?”