Part 7 (1/2)
”You have to be careful not to slip.”
”What else?”
Mrs. Dodge was staring daggers at her. She decided that she'd walked far enough on the edge of a knife for one night.
”No, sir. Like I said, only minor things. Nothing that would embarra.s.s you.” She was lying about that. Mrs. Dodge was a horror to watch when she was eating. Flame had never before seen half-chewed food being masticated into mush. It had been nauseating. If the Dodges were ever invited to a formal dinner, it would be their last invitation.
If they aspired to be polite company, they needed her help desperately. She could help them, but only if one or the other didn't lose his or her temper and kill the messenger on the spot.
Suddenly, Mrs. Dodge smiled sweetly. ”My dear, you haven't eaten yet. You must be starving. Come with me and let me serve your dinner.”
Flame followed her into the kitchen.
Mrs. Dodge sc.r.a.ped half eaten chicken bones from Mr. Dodge's dirty plate onto hers, threw a spoonful of salad, asparagus, and potatoes on top of it, and said, ”Come with me.”
Flame followed her into the bathroom.
Mrs. Dodge dumped the food onto the floor in front of the toilet. Then she deliberately mashed it into the tiles with her foot. ”Oh dear, I seem to have soiled my slipper. Would you be a dear and get down on your knees and lick it clean for me?” She leaned against the vanity and raised her foot delicately.
Flame fell to her knees and licked every morsel of food from the sole of the slipper.
”When you finish eating your dinner, you be sure to lick the floor clean. If I find so much as a speck of grease left, I'll make you rue the day you were born.”
”Yes, ma'am. Thank you for the food.”
Mrs. Dodge watched while Flame bent her face to the floor and began eating like a dog.
”Don't forget to keep your mouth closed when you're chewing. And feel free to make conversation with yourself between bites.” She kicked Flame in the side to punctuate her point. ”When you're finished that, clean the kitchen and dining room and then go back to your kennel where you belong.”
Later that evening, Dodge came to the kennel to make use of Flame. The big bed in the pleasure room had attachment points around the frame. He had her lie on her back and stretch her arms and legs akimbo. When her ankles and wrists were chained to the four corners of the bed, he took his time fondling her body before lying on top of her and penetrating her.
He liked taking her when she was restrained.
To her surprise, she didn't mind once again she climaxed with him.
Afterward, he sat in the easy chair and watched her for a long time.
Her legs were pulled wide, giving him an un.o.bstructed view of her hairless s.e.x. She felt acutely self-conscious but she had no choice but to endure his gaze because he left her chained to the bed until his eyes had taken their fill.
When he finally released her, she asked, ”Do you wish to discipline me for my shortcomings at dinner tonight?”
”Do you like being whipped?”
”No, sir. The prospect frightens me. But I failed you and it is your right to do whatever you wish to me. It is my duty to endure whatever discipline you choose to inflict.”
”I do not wish to inflict any suffering on you tonight. Maybe tomorrow night.”
”Thank you.” Her grat.i.tude was sincere and heartfelt. Emboldened by his magnanimity, she asked, ”Would it offend you if I dared ask a boon?”
”Ask and I'll decide if it offends me.”
She looked at the floor. ”I'm embarra.s.sed that I can't cook your meals for you. I would like a cookbook. Something for a beginner so that I can learn to cook.”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. ”Mrs. Dodge can teach you. She's a good cook.”
”I don't feel that it's right for a slave to impose upon her.”
He laughed and pulled a twenty-plaq note from his wallet. ”There's a bookstore on Walkoon Street. You can go there tomorrow when I'm at work. Bring back the change and the receipt.” He unfastened a disk from his keychain. ”Carry this with you and you'll be able to get through the back gate.”
”Thank you, sir.” She knew the bookstore; she had shopped there when she was a lady. It would be a long walk down Norbit Hill and longer walk back up. She hoped that it wouldn't be raining; she had no coat.
When Dodge left, he didn't lock her cell door, nor did her lock the door to the kennel. She would be free to come and go tomorrow. But she would have to be careful not to abuse the privilege. The gate was operated by an automatic mechanism. Undoubtedly it would keep a record of the time of her comings and goings for Dodge to review.
The day had been exhausting and she slept soundly.
Barry, the kennelman, woke her at seven, as before.
While she was showering, she wondered if she would be required to service him orally again. She wouldn't volunteer, not today, but if he asked, she would do it without complaint.
He didn't ask. Instead, he had a gift for her.
She examined the heavy piece of molded black rubber. It was six inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. One end formed a blunt point and the other flared out into a wide oval.
”Mr. Dodge may not be interested in your a.s.shole,” Barry said, ”but he's going to expect you to entertain at parties and some of his guests are sure to want to use you that way. If you're not prepared, you will find it an unpleasant experience. It will be painful at the least and, at the worst, may cause serious damage. I've seen some slaves whose a.s.sholes were torn up pretty badly. It's an awkward place to get st.i.tches. You'll always have lube in your supplies. That's standard. I recommend that you lube the plug, insert it up your a.s.shole, and wear it there for at least an hour a day to keep yourself stretched. I also recommend that you pack your a.s.shole with plenty of lube before you are taken to entertain guests. You won't be given an opportunity to lube up after the action starts. It's better to be prepared than to be injured.”
The idea appalled her but Barry was trying to protect her. It was his way of returning the favor that she had done for him yesterday and she appreciated it.
She never would have thought to prepare herself to be raped a.n.a.lly. Never.
The slaver woman was right. It paid for a slave to be on good terms with her kennelman.
”I can't pay you for it. Not with money,” she said.
He waved the thought away. ”It will be charged to your owner's account. It's a legitimate expense.”
She looked at him shyly. ”After I've had a few days to prepare myself, maybe you can give me some practical experience that way, too. If that would please you.”
Barry flushed and his eyes flashed. ”Don't you ever say that again. Ever. A kennelman who is found to have penetrated a slave below her waist is automatically castrated. Automatically. And after they do that, the authorities decide on a suitable punishment. Something worse than the castration.”
”I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'll never let you penetrate me below the waist. Not even if you beg me. I'll fight you off with all my strength.”
”Don't even joke about it. Mistakes have been made in the past.”
The math was pretty simple. It would cost a hundred thousand plaqs to replace her. It would cost nothing to replace the kennelman. He would be vulnerable to a false accusation.
She put her hand on his shoulder. ”Don't worry. I'll never cause a problem for you. That's a promise.”
He nodded. ”I've been here too long. I have to get going.”