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A Slaves Strength

Part 13

A Slaves Strength

Chapter 13

The Tour

By     

Mechgogo


“Thomas, what do you suppose Angela and Nicolette are doing right now?” Mistress asked.

Tom knelt in front of her. He had finished his breakfast without getting anything on the carpet and been allowed to have his morning soda. Having to drink it on all fours from his breakfast bowl was a new experience but one he suspected hed have plenty of opportunity to get used to. Mistress had collared him as well. The leather dog collar sat snugly around his neck but not so tight it restricted his breathing or blood flow. The bell on it jingled a little as he spoke.

He glanced at the clock on the wall . “If things are going like normal Mistress, Id say theyre both at work right now. Nics probably just opened up the store and Angie should be getting ready for her first break. She usually grabs a coffee and a snack around this time.”

“So she would be available to talk on the phone?”

Tom nodded. “Most like, yes Mistress.”

Eleanor passed him her phone. “Call her.”

Tom took the phone and started writing a text instead. He just hoped Angie understood it. Youd think something so high end would have a translator ap but nnnoooooo.

“Thomas!” Mistress snapped. “What did I say.”

“I heard you Mistress but if you want her to answer you need to trust me. We screen our calls. She wouldnt answer a voice call from a number she didnt recognize in a timely fashion. And after Agent Frenchs little stunt I wouldnt bet on her trusting a normal text either. This is the only way were bound to get a response.”

He passed her the phone. The words “Glaoigh Tom ag an uimhir ASAP! Ta' me' mo'r sin ngra' leat ” waited on the screen to be sent. “It means Call Tom at this number. I love you so much. Last thing I said to them before I went away. If that doesnt get a call back nothing will.”

“And you expect me to just trust you on this?”

“Theres a couple online translators you can check. Would you like the addresses?”

“That wont be necessary. But I want you to limit your use of the language Thomas. At least until I have a better grasp of it.  I dont like you having the means to keep things from me so easily.”

Tom bowed his head. “Of course Mistress.”

The phone rang within minutes of the text being sent. “This is Tom.”

Angie was normally the more imperturbable of the twins. Still, she could wig out with the best of them when she wanted to. A stream of excited babble, most of it in Gaelic assaulted Toms ear.

“Tom honey?!? Omigod didyouescape? Where are you? No, wait! Dont tell me. Theyve probably got the phone bugged. What happened, howd you get away? Are they chasing you? Of course they are! They always chase escapees. Come meet me at …no dont! Theyll be expecting that. Ill meet you. No wait! Theyll be following me. Ill talk to our friends in the movement. Shit! Now they know we have ties to the underground fuck!”

Tom winced and tried to get a word. “Love, Angie, An Ang….” He sighed. Only one thing worked when she got like this.

       Tom held the phone about six inches from his face and whistled sharply into it. “Oi!” He barked.

On the couch, Mistress glared at him. He covered the phone with his hand and mouthed Sorry at her.

       Angie had paused in her jabber, briefly stunned by the outburst. “Angie,” Tom said with exaggerated calm. “I need you to listen ok? I havent long to talk. I did not escape. My contract has been bought by a local woman. She is very pretty and seems very nice. Theres something she wants to talk to you about. I need you to listen to her and work things out with her. And for Gods sake when Nic hears about this keep her from having one of her little episodes ok? Im passing the phone over now. My employers name is Eleanor. Say hello.”

He handed the phone off to Mistress then. “Hello, Mrs. Donovan? Eleanor Isebrand, Thomas employer. How are you this morning? Thats good to hear. Im doing well myself. And please, call me Eleanor. What? Yes, it is rather unusual but a friend of mine works at the center where Thomas received his training and she thought he would be well suited for service in my home. Im sorry? No he just arrived. But he seems very sweet. Im sure well get along fine. Mrs. Donovan, pardon? Of course, Angie.

Angie, the reason I had Thomas contact you is I was wondering if you and your sister were free tomorrow. It seems needlessly cruel to Thomas to have him so close to home but not allow him occasional contact with you. I had hoped to get together and arrange a visitation schedule.”

Mistress winced and pulled the phone away at Angies response. Tom bit his lip and tried to hide a smile. He chuckled a little. That was his girl. An island of calm. Until she decided not to me. Then look out.

“Would this time tomorrow be good for you? What? Im afraid I cant do that at the moment. Perhaps later when Thomas has had some time to settle in. I was thinking we could meet at your home instead. Im sure Thomas would enjoy being home for a little while and it would give me a better insight into who he is if I could see where he lived before we met.” 

There was a pause while Mistress listened to something Angie said. “Thats very kind of you to offer but we wont be staying that long. The center hardly sends them with more than the clothes on their backs and I cant very well have him wearing those awful uniforms they issue. Tomorrow then, this time? That sounds wonderful. I look forward to meeting you. What? Of course! But only briefly. Thomas has some chores that need his attention. You as well. Goodbye.”

Mistress handed the phone back to Tom and held up two fingers. He nodded and spent the next two minutes talking to Angie. Mostly it came down to assurances that he was fine and that yes, Mistress really did seem nice. She didnt need to know about the beating he had taken or the fact that he had been told point blank how Mistress planned to de-virginize his asshole later on that day.

“I gotta go love.” He said when Mistress tapped her wrist where a person would wear a watch.

“I love you petal. Give Nic my love. See you tomorrow.” When he hung up Toms grin was probably visible from orbit.

“I really cant thank you enough for this Mistress.” He said putting the phone in her purse for her.”

“You have seven years to show your gratitude dear. Im sure youll your appreciation known.” She took a drink and then clapped her hands once. “Now, how about a fashion show?”

Mistress made Tom try on everything in his property bag in varying combinations. She had the usual reaction to the kilt; a speculative smile and a hand up under the fabric for a quick grope. Actually the grope was neither usual nor quick. He had had to pull Angie off the last woman who reached up under his kilt when he was free. But he didnt mind being touched by Mistress and if he had it wouldnt have done any good.

“You say there are a number of companies that make these?” She asked as she fondled him.

He nodded. “Yes Mistress.” His voice was tight. Having a good looking woman play with your gear or manipulate four inch ass plug while she talked to you tended to  distract a mite.

“I think I have some shopping to do. You will give me the websites before you begin your chores.”

“Yes Mistress.”

The absence of two items in the bag confused her. “What do you mean you dont have a tie? And where are your dress shoes? Or your tennis shoes for that matter?”

“Im not a tie guy Mistress.” He explained. “Heck, the one or two times a year I wore them, the girls would tie them for me. And I usually left them tied. Some reason I never got the knack.”

“ As for the dress shoes,” he shrugged “good coat of polish and the boots gleam nicer than any dress shoes. Theyre more comfortable and more durable. So no need. And I havent worn sneakers in years. Last pair I put on killed my feet. I wanna wear something besides the boots I wear the mocs. Or I go barefoot. You saw how calloused my feet are.”

Eleanor shook her head. “Unbelievable. You are going to become a tie guy Thomas. And you will learn to tie them without my assistance. I am your owner, not your mommy. And we will be looking into tennis shoes for you. Your boots are fine in their place but they would be completely inappropriate some of the places Ill be showing you off. That sort of thing may not have mattered in your old life but it does now. Clear?”

Tom nodded. “Chrystal Mistress.”

After the fashion show Mistress took him on a tour of the house. She clipped the leash to his collar and ordered him down on all fours. Then she sat down on his back and placed the middle part of the leash between his teeth, holding the two ends like a horses reins.

“Hup.” She said, nudging his thigh with one heel. Crawling on his hands and knees with a grown woman riding his back was a challenge but Tom managed. She steered him with the leash and the occasional nudge of her foot or light swat.

Most of it was pretty standard stuff. A hallway is a hallway no matter how nicely decorated. The house had Mistress bedroom, her office and two guest rooms between the ground and second floors. There was another bedroom in the basement but Mistress informed him that was more for play sessions than anything else. In a pinch the office couch could fold out as well.

Book cases occupied every room that didnt have a faucet in it. Mistress made no attempt to hide her pleasure at the reverent way he approached the expensive leather bound volumes. Tom was a voracious reader and had always treated books with respect. He had lost count of the number of days he had kept warm hunkered down in a public library as a kid lost among the stacks, escaping his shitty, desperate existence for a few hours in the worlds of Turtledove, Pratchett and Heinlein. A lot of what Mistress kept around wasnt really to his taste but just as an alcoholic would drink rubbing alcohol in a pinch so too Tom reckoned hed find something to feed his own personal addiction among the shelves.

Mistress room was easily the nicest of the lot. The furniture was all blond stained oak, heavy, expensive and made to last. The walls were painted a complimentary color and Tom had personally slept in beds less comfortable than the deep pile of the expensive beige carpeting. The California King sized bed was the largest sleeping platform he had ever seen, never mind slept in. Her walk-in closet was actually bigger than his cell at the center.

“And you lived there for two weeks?” she asked in disbelief when he said as much. “How?”

Tom shrugged. “Its all about what youre used to Mistress. And if youre not used to it you get used to it quick enough. Wasnt so bad really. One of my misdemeanor beefs I had to share a cell that size with another guy. Not. Fun.”

One thing that Tom noticed about the room and which he quickly worked out was a standard feature throughout the house was a series of eyebolts secured at various points on the bed frame, ceiling, walls and floor. The closet also had a couple. The purpose of the bolts wasnt hard to work out given what he knew about his owner.

The master-so to speak- bath was another departure from the norm for Tom. The tub and shower were separate units. At least two people could bathe in the tub comfortably. The fixtures were silver and there was a shower head on an extendable hose in addition to the faucets.

The shower was a walk-in unit the size of what Tom considered a normal-sized closet. Three sides were done up in expensive tile that matched the white-with-green-accents flooring and had multiple shower heads, creating the affect of being inside a car wash for people. There was a waist-height bar ostensibly to keep from falling but Tom suspected he wouldnt be the first male indent to spend time bent over in front of Mistress, gripping the bar while she used him anally. Both the tub and the shower had the additional feature of-surprise!- at least one hardpoint for bondage play in the ceiling above.

“Do you swim dear?” Mistress asked him when she showed him the pool.

“Not as often as Id like Mistress. There was a community pool in the neighborhood but it was mostly for the kids. The girls and I would go to the lake when we could or try to hit the water park a couple times a year.”

Tom sniffed the air. Something was off. The pool didnt smell like a proper pool. There was none of that eye-bleeding chlorine stench that made him so reluctant to swim in anything that wasnt made by nature.

“Its salt water dear.” Mistress explained. “Much better for you.”

Tom perked up at that. “Sweet! Id read about those. Will I be allowed to use it and the hot tub or is it just for free people?”

Mistress laughed. “Of course you will little one! I was thinking of including a few laps each day in your exercise regimen. Well see what the consultant has to say. And of course you will be spending time out here working on your tan as well.”

She patted his bottom making the bells on his tail jingle “You are far too pale in places.”  She tugged on his leash. “Back inside, mouth open for your reins. Thats a good doggy.”

The basement proved to be the only part of the house that actually made Tom nervous. He had never been claustrophobic or the sort of person to be creeped out by basements. Mistress basement had a feature unique among the ones he had been in.

The below-ground portion of the house was divided into a number of sections. Most obvious was the public entertainment area .A well-stocked wetbar ran along part of one wall. A sixty-five inch flat screen dominated another. The sound system would shame a few of the live venues he and the girls had gone to. Mistress had an extensive collection of music and movies, a surprising amount of it overlapping with Toms own preferences.

There werent any proper Irish CDs among the mix. No Wolfe Tones or Avenrye or even any Gaelic Storm but he didnt think it would be that hard to wheedle a few presents out his owner. Mistress kept him constantly mindful of who was in charge but she didnt make a big deal out of it. And there was a kindness underlying a lot of the humiliating treatment. Getting little extras from her shouldnt be that big a challenge.

A laundry room is a laundry room is a laundry room, no matter how expensive the washer and dryer are. The multi-station home gym and treadmill off in one part of the room werent even that far outside what Tom considered the norm for a home to have.

“Those will be mostly for you dear.” Mistress told him when she pointed the weight machine and treadmill out. “I have a health club membership and there is a fitness facility here in the community.”

Tom nodded at that. “I know Mistress, Ive driven past it.”

“When?”

Tom twitched his head to the side. “My last job as a free person. You know Nates Freight? The one with the blue and white trucks? I finished as a shift supervisor but I did my share of time on deliveries. They make pretty regular runs out here.”

“Interesting.” Was all she said.

If Tom were to guess shed be on the phone to the community rent-a-cops to have them pay close attention to any interactions he had with the Nates crew. Let her. Baring something truly horrendous he didnt plan on doing anything to screw up what could be a relatively sweet arrangement if he worked things right.

The room that triggered Toms flight reflex was the one Mistress called “The Play Room”. The play room shared a wall with the entertainment area, which seemed appropriate. Based on the dimensions of the ground floor Tom was willing to bet it took up at least half, if not two-thirds of the basements useable space. A simple wooden door with a key-lock deadbolt allowed entry.

Mistress hit a light switch, opened the door and gestured him through. “You can use your hind legs and hands in here.” She said. “Mind the stairs.”

Tom went down the steps on the other side of the door. The floor of the playroom was actually four feet lower than the rest of the basement. He supposed it added to the rooms soundproofing as well as giving people extra room to do…whatever it was they did down here. He looked around, taking it in. A hand touched his shoulder, making him jump.

“Go on, Thomas.” Mistress nudged him, not quite pushing him. “Go explore.” She stood back and watched as he went deeper into the room.

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