A Slaves Strength

A Slave’s Strength

Chapter 16

By Mechgogo

Dinner With Mistress

When Mistress finally pronounced him fit to dine with she ordered him from the room.

“Downstairs. I have my own preparations to make. When I enter the dining room I expect dinner to be on the table and a certain little stray waiting to pull out my chair for me. Now move!” She swatted his butt as he crawled from her presence.

Mistress joined Tom some time later. As instructed, dinner was ready and waiting for her on the table. Chicken, a salad and simple dish of noodles, butter, and garlic all sat in their serving dishes needing only the lady of the house to enjoy them. A bottle of white wine waited to be opened and there were candles in case Mistress wanted to dine by their light instead of the sun still coming in the windows or the light fixture above the table. A glass office water sat near Mistresses plate with more waiting for her in a glass pitcher. Light classical music played over the sound system. Tom had also placed a bowl on the floor near Mistresses chair and a thick kneeling pad near the bowl.

Tom was waiting on his knees on the pad when Mistress entered the room. She stopped and allowed him a look at her before approaching the table. Tom felt his throat go a little dry at her appearance. Mistress had changed from her sun dress into a form fitting simple black dress. The neckline was low but not overly revealing. The hem stopped  just below her knees and there was enough give in the skirt to allow her to walk with ease.

Her shoes were simple black pumps with four inch heels. She walked with an ease grace, her steps clicking on the hardwood floor in a manner that reminded Tom of someone slowly turning the cylinder on a revolver. His leash and the belt swung in her hand in time with her stride.

Mistress had put on jewelry  and makeup and done her hair as well.  Her hair was held back in a simple clasp at the base of her neck. She had darkened her eyes and put on some lipstick but neither was overdone to Toms way of thinking. Her earrings were diamonds set around pear cut emeralds in what looked like white gold. A matching necklace, also of white gold hung from her neck. A ring on her left hand completed the ensemble; diamonds resting in white gold in two rows, one up and one down between the points of five square cut emeralds. Tom estimated his owner was wearing almost as much in jewels as he had paid for his Harley Springer Softtail . And that was just to have dinner with her dog.

Before Mistress reached the table, Tom was on his feet and the chair was pulled out. He bowed his head and gave  her a smile. Mistress looked at him, drifted a hand down his side and sat. He poured the wine, filled Mistresses plate , placed her napkin in her lap and knelt at her feet, patiently waiting for her next demand.

       Without looking at him, Mistress tasted each of the items he had prepared. She kept her face carefully neutral. Tom looked at her expectantly. After swallowing the last bite she gave him an approving look.

       “This is all very good Thomas. I see I was right about you.” She said, reaching to pet him. When she couldn’t quite reach him a snapped finger brought him closer.

       “You will keep yourself within easy arms reach of me at all times unless engaged in a task  or specifically told otherwise Thomas. I do not like having to stretch to touch you.”

       Dinner was a quiet affair. Mistress fed Tom from her own fork. From time to time she offered him little sips of water or wine, sometimes letting him drink from her glass, other times pouring the drink into his bowl and making him consume it that way. He kept his hands at his sides or behind his back throughout the meal. They chatted a little, mostly about some of the more innocuous aspects of Toms old life. He learned a little about Mistress as well, how she had never been married and didn’t ever see the need to. Her money was partly inherited but mostly from her position as an insurance actuary. Tom was familiar with her employer; they handled the policies on all three of the family vehicles. It wasn’t that huge a coincidence though. The company had branches in most states and cast a long shadow.

        At one point, when a bit over three quarters of the food was consumed Mistress put about half what was left onto her plate, cut it up and put the plate on the floor in front of Tom. He bent his head without instruction and ate his dinner like a good dog, polishing the plate with his tongue before Mistress took it away from him.

       “I’m sorry there isn’t any dessert Mistress.” He said. He wanted to explain that if he’d had more time he could have made something but it sounded like an excuse.

       “That’s quite alright dear. There is some strawberry ice cream in the freezer.” She held up two fingers.  “Two scoops.”

       Tom hustled from the room and hurried back with the ice cream pausing only to clear away some of the plates and refill Mistresses wine glass. He resumed his place at her feet after he served her. When her hand found his hair he rolled his neck, enjoying the caress.

       At one point, Mistress offered him some of her dessert. Tom flinched away and took a warning smack to the cheek.

       “Refusing my kindness is willful Thomas.” Mistress said. “You know better than that.”

       Tom nodded. “Yes Mistress. No excuse. It’s just… I’m sorry Mistress but I don’t like that flavor. I saw some mint-chip in the freezer. May I please have some of that instead?”

       “What you like is irrelevant little one and you know it. As for the other ice cream, if you’re a good boy tonight and tomorrow we will see. Right now you will open your mouth and take the spoon like a good doggy.”

       Tom obeyed, working to keep his face carefully neutral as Mistress shared her dessert with him. As an added reminder she put the empty bowl on the floor in front of him. He cleaned the bowl without complaint and hurried to clear the table. When he was done Mistress clipped his leash to his collar and walked him to the basement door. The light tug at his neck as she took her first step was unnecessary. He had been watching carefully, looking to anticipate Mistresses movements and was in motion as barely a second behind her. Eleanor noticed but didn’t let on. Inside, she felt a little swell of pleasure at how hard Tom was working to embrace his new station.

       “We are going to perform a trust exercise.” Eleanor said when they reached the basement door.

She took Tom by the hair and lifted. He came off his knees willingly. When he tried to stand all the way up, Mistress stopped him, keeping his head level with her right hip. She opened the door and turned on the lights.

“Take a good look little one.” Mistress said, pulling his hair so he was staring down the stairs. From his position it was like looking over a cliff; scary and vertiginous. Even though his intellect knew he couldn’t get seriously hurt his lizard brain was screaming at him. He slowed his breathing and tried to calm himself.

“Now, close your eyes and place your hands at your sides palms outward. If your eyes open or your hands come away from your body for even an instant you will be punished for disobedience and insubordination.”

As soon as he was positioned properly, Mistress began walking down the stairs. Her grip on his hair left Tom with no choice but to follow. As they went down the stairs Tom felt himself on the verge of freaking out. His position at Mistresses side put his center of gravity too far forward and he kept feeling like he was going to go fall headfirst down to the bottom. Not being able to see made it worse which he was sure was the intent. Still, Mistress had spoken. He focused on counting the steps as they walked downwards.

Toms adrenaline was redlining but he pushed it down. This was a mindfuck, nothing more. Mistress might be a sadistic little pervert but she wasn’t stupid. Letting him come to harm under the current circumstances would give him all the grounds in the world for a termination suit with a nice fat pain and suffering payday sweetening the deal.  He forced himself to relax fully and walk at his owners side, trusting her to see him safely to the bottom. Mistress didn’t say a word as they made the walk.

Once downstairs Tom was lead in the direction of the entertainment center and playroom. His nerves leapt up again. The only real reason to take him that way was for a session in the playroom. He had resigned himself to spending time there and even to being used anally by Mistress but for some reason he had hoped that when she deflowered him it would be in her bed. He couldn’t say why that would make it better, it just would was all.

Mistress steered him through the entertainment area. His scalp was throbbing from the prolonged grip in his hair but he didn’t fuss. The map in his mind traced a path between the coffee table and couch over to one of the easy chairs. She lowered him to his knees and stroked his head. Tom knew better than to open his eyes until told. There was a crinkle of plastic and Mistress pressed her thumb down on his chin, opening his mouth with gentle strength. Two fingers entered his mouth and he tasted delicious sweetness over the light salt of Mistresses skin.

When Mistress tried to take her fingers back Tom rolled the dice. He slid the butterscotch candy off to one side and followed her hand, sucking gently. When Mistress didn’t smack him he continued, bobbing his head up and down on the fingers more eagerly than he ever had any of the trainers cocks at the center.  Mistress began to respond, pushing back. Her breathing accelerated. It was clear she hadn’t expected this but was enjoying it. At one point the tips of her nails touched the back of his throat and he smiled around the pressing fingers.

Mistress allowed Tom to play like that for a minute or two before pulling her fingers from his mouth. She caressed his cheek, drying her fingers on his face. Tom kissed her fingers and made as if to nip at them. Mistress flicked his nose for the teeth and shook a finger in his face. Message received and duly noted oh great and powerful boss.

“That was….unexpected.” Mistress said.

There was color on her cheeks that had nothing to do with cosmetics. Tom could smell the increase in her desire behind the vanilla scented perfume she was wearing. Tom didn’t know if the fragrance had a name or not but  personally thought any vanilla-smelling perfume worn by anyone as perved-out as Mistress should be called “Irony” just on principle.

“But pleasant Mistress?” He asked. The candy clicked against his teeth as he talked.

A nod. “Very much so.” She pointed to a spot a couple feet in front of her chair. “Elbows and knees, side-on to me.”

After he got into position Mistress sat down and put her feet up on his back. “In the future when I say ‘footstool’ you will assume this position unless I point to an actual footstool Thomas.”

She hit the TV remote without acknowledging his response. Tom watched out of the corner of his eye until she settled on one of those Godawful reality shows featuring people with an overinflated sense of their own vocal talent. He resisted the urge to shake his head. Really? All this money and obvious elegance and this was the kind of crap she watched? Un-be-lieveable. 

       Tom did his best to tune the show out. The performers ranged from adequate to guilty of crimes against music rivaling any he had ever committed against humanity. And he had once set a fire with the specific intent of killing twenty people. Got most of the fuckers too. At one point in the show he couldn’t help but look at the screen in order to confirm that an actual human voice was making those sounds. As opposed to, say, a cat with a car battery wired to its asshole.

       Not long after Electro-Kitty Mistress took her feet off Tom. “Bedroom Thomas.” She said. “Read the letter I gave you earlier and follow the instructions it contains. I will join you after my program.”

       Tom kissed his owners feet and crawled out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight he stood and jogged the rest of the way to the bedroom. He broke the seal on the envelope and read the letter.

       “Thomas,” it began in his owners neat, flowing script “below is a list of preparations you will make in anticipation of serving my pleasure for the first time. Follow them to the letter in whatever order is most intuitive to you. As I write this I am very pleased with you. Continue being as obedient and conscientious as you have been and I promise that however painful and degrading some of what you experience tonight will be you will also enjoy yourself. Resist my advances, or fail to do your best to please me tonight or any other time we are together and there will be consequences. Remember little one; you wanted this life so badly you committed at least three felonies to get it. You are the last person on Earth with any right to rebel. Read the list, follow the instructions and wait for me to join you like a good boy.

Mistress.

Hair and teeth freshly brushed

All bed covers except for the fitted sheet removed and placed, neatly folded at the foot of the bed.

The iced tea pitcher and a fresh glass waiting on the dressing table. We will both be working up a thirst tonight.

Restraints secured to the four corners of the bed as well as the ceiling ring located between the foot of the bed and the bedroom door.

The rack of toys taken out and hung from the handles of the top drawer on the tall dresser.

Three striking toys of your choice laid out in the order of appeal on the bed. Only one may be a paddle.

Lubricant bottle placed in easy reach on the nightstand.

Vibrators taken from the nightstand drawer and placed beside the lubricant

Strapon and harness taken from the toy rack and placed atop the folded bedding.

Any clocks or other time-telling devices turned around so that their faces may not be seen.

Yourself kneeling facing the door with a smile on your lovely face when I enter, visibly ready to be used.

You have your instructions puppy. Get moving.

       Tom hurried to get everything ready. If he was right he maybe had half an hour before Mistress joined him. Less if that insipid program bored her half as much as it did him. He did everything on the list, moving with an efficiency of movement learned from working several jobs where lots to do and little time to do it were often the rule.

The biggest challenge was which toys to select. The first one was easy; the green paddle with the black fur. That was just a no-brainer . Mistress Beth had used a similar one on him at the center and it had been more fun than he liked to admit. A cat o’ nine tails with a flexible handle- and nine strands that started out an eighth of an inch across at the base tapering to half that at their knotted ends was next. The handle of the cat was black, the strands alternated dark green and black. Tom had long since noticed the trend in Mistresses plaything. He wondered what on him she’d dye green and decided it was best not to think about it. Last in line was a brown leather strap slit down the middle to make two pieces with a red leather handle. The whole thing was two feet long about as wide as his fingers minus the thumb and as this as his middle and index fingers combined. It looked old and more than a little intimidating. He placed it beside the cat’ and knelt patiently facing the door. Getting hard was a little challenging. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he was nervous about what would happen to him when Mistress closed the bedroom door behind her. Hopefuly if she caught him using his hand she’d understand he was playing with himself in order to be obedient to her letter, not because he was stupid enough to break the house no-masturbation rule this close to getting used for the first time.

While he waited Tom thought about the last several weeks. He had been a militant from the minute the legislation had passed. He had marched and protested and been involved in several violent incidents against the system and various contractors. He believed right down to his balls that if repeal didn’t come from the ballot box and that right soon it’d come from the ammunition box. And here he was waiting-eagerly if he were honest with himself- to serve the pleasure of a contractor who had bragged about punishing a teenaged kid by sending him to work out the rest of his contract in a male-clientele-only bordello. It just showed that life was never as straightforward a matter as people liked to think.

He didn’t have long to think about the recent past. A few minutes after the preparations had been finalized there was the faintest shifting of the inside doorknob, exactly as if someone were outside, placing their hand on the outer knob. Tom perked up. He glanced down at himself, decided Mistress would be pleased with his appearance , put his hand on his thigh and a smile on his face. The knob turned and the door began to open.