BREAKFAST
The kitchen was a safe room and I could walk in there unless specifically
ordered not too. It was a relief to be upright again and I stretched some of my
kinked muscles. It was also one of the places where I could ask questions about
things. I intended to make full use of it. I looked around at the modern
efficiency in the white tile and older accents. Nicely blended from the
old-fashioned to the new. A big butcher-block table in the center of the room.
White ceramic tile floor. Stainless steel sink.
"Do you cook?" Adam asked me and I laughed at how typically male that sounded.
He grinned. "Is that a yes, or a no?" I said `Yes,' and he pointed to the
refrigerator, seating himself at the table. "Make enough for four, slave."
"Yes, Handler." I opened the door and found a plethora of food. They had fresh
vegetables, eggs and quick-to-make croissants. I applied myself to the
preparing of food and watched Adam with the corner of my eye. He was
magnificent.
"You can ask questions, if you want." He said and I kept going with breakfast.
Finding spices over the stove. Including Saffron, amazing. "If you do not ask
anything of me. You will be the first in history." I smiled, turning quickly
red.
"Any question that I've had so far has been answered in time. Why ask for
answers that will be provided, or become clear in that same span?" He leaned
over the block and rested his face on his right hand.
"Surely there is something you do not understand?" His eyes bored right into
mine and they saw more than I wanted them to. I was sure. I had questions, but
they were not about what I had been through. I could understand those things.
All became clear by some method, or the other, either during or after the ordeal
itself. I wanted to know the practical details, so I started in.
"How did the scope of this become so big? He grinned and started talking about
the networking involved. It was fascinating. Almost a corporate structure.
They had every type of personnel that they would ever need hooked into their
business. Lawyers, Doctors (Like the one I was going to go too.) Plumbers,
workers of all kinds. Craftsmen. They did as they wanted to the slaves, once a
month, providing service when it was necessary. "Even the Doctor?" He laughed
at the shock that was easily heard in my voice.
"Doctors have desires too and I for one would rather have him come here for
something outlandish than to prey upon someone unwilling. His wife is grateful
that he comes here. She knows we're safe. I pleasured her the last time she was
here." I asked if he was a slave and he responded openly. "I want to be a
Master, but no-one ever starts out on top. You have to know how far to go.
Slave, then Handler, then Master. You, my dear, are at the bottom of the food
chain." That wasn't how I felt about it so I said something that startled him.
"Not really. My cooperation is vital and I can stop the action with a word."
He looked surprised. "You knew that I had my eyes open. Did you think that
even in pain-filled extremis, I would forget that I could stop my torment?" He
shrugged slightly. "I like pain." A slow smile spread across his handsome
face. I found four plates and silverware. Laying them out.
"How did you feel when you realized that pain made you orgasm?" How profoundly
embarrassing. That was the most personal of questions. I flushed crimson.
"I felt ashamed that my body had betrayed me in such a way. Rob was whipping me
in the most intimate way and I climaxed. Hell, I damn near set the bed on
fire." I set his plate before him, a sprig of parsley on the side, neatly.
Presentation is everything. "It was easily the first overwhelming experience in
my life. I was stunned, shocked horrified. I became convinced that I was
mentally ill, sought counseling. The works." He looked surprised. "Rob was
very practical about it and that, at least, helped. We were to be married and I
was everything that he desired. Why would I want to be cured when it would mean
I would lose his Love?" The sneer in my words clearly audible. He asked me what
had happened, after he swallowed a mouthful of food. I answered with the truth.
"I topped him one night and he couldn't take it. He balked and I lost respect
for him. I was better than he was, more graceful, more committed." I laughed
and ate some of the eggs. "I could take more pain, enjoy it more. I positively
courted punishment, because nothing he did could affect me any more. I had
tested his mettle and found it lacking. We broke up not to long after." We
were interrupted by the appearance of Jon and Traci in the kitchen. I smiled
and set their plates before them courteously.
They tasted the fare and complimented me on it. I knew then that I would be
cooking on the weekends now, at least for breakfast. They all appeared to be
satisfied. Sipping coffee that I had made at the end of the meal. The
conversation light and brisk. Quick retorts, airy laughter. Nice to be
somewhere my sense of humor was appreciated for a change. Jon watching me
closely, as he had been all weekend.
"We have a full day planned and need to get a move on. Clean up and meet us in
the study." He said, Traci standing up from the table. I had put the dishes in
the dishwasher, as we were finished with them. One of my personal habits, so
there was no mess in the Kitchen. I watched them walk out the door and waited
for Adam to tell me what to do. I did not have to wait for very long.
