Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

With Jenna's background in real estate, she noticed all the historic details that the mansion displayed, even if only half her brain was properly functioning. And as she slumped against the wall to gather her strength, she was even able to appreciate the mouldings halfway up the wall. Mostly because they provided physical support and helped her stay standing. But she didn't have time to appreciate them for long as Mr Norton gently picked her up by the elbow and helped her walk the rest of the way, which she greatly appreciated. His gentle touch, even if it was on the elbow, was the first she'd had in a long, long time, and she wished she had time to savour it. Jenna's first thought when she saw the blonde was not one of shock at seeing her in the kimono, but more, 'Oh, I'll never look that good in that,' that being if she even got to wear it or any clothes at all. In normal circumstances she would have sniggered at the girl's obscene name. Buttercup? Babydoll? What was Nick thinking? But as they walked the hallways she shuddered to think what overly girly name he had picked out for her. And she knew he would have one already. This was Nick afterall. As Mr Norton spoke to the blonde, Jenna was able to pick up the relational intricacies of the house. Mr Norton, wasn't just a butler and cook. He obviously had the authority to chastise and hand out punishments. She wondered if he was the one to hand out tasks too. The fact that the blonde spoke somewhat easily with the man made Jenna wonder if he was a reasonable man, civil in his approach. And Jenna found herself starting to warm to him. But lastly, the way Mr Norton spoke, she guessed it was Master Nicholas who gave out the truly terrible punishments, and was someone to be feared. And she also wondered whether the butler further instilled this in the girls to get them to behave. Surely the Nick she knew couldn't be all that intimidating, or cause so much torture to instill fear? But as the doors to his study opened, she knew she was wrong. Limping through the doors and looking over the beautifully furnished room, Jenna couldn't help but feel completely out of place. Not just in her disheveled appearance. But relationally. This was not a place for two friends to hang out and catch up. This was a place for work, and right now, that's exactly what she was. Work. As Nick turned his attention to her, she nodded in appreciation to Mr Norton for his help, and slowly limped solo to the spot Nick pointed to. Struggling to stand, she only half registered what he was saying to her. She could've told him that he really didn't need to reiterate her position, she fully understood the new dynamic, but she realised this was part of the procedure for 'new girls'. As Nick brought her attention to Babydoll, Jenna realised a few obvious things. The choker and heels symbolised she was the alpha slave, and if he was offering her up as an example, she assumed she was also his favourite. She also noticed the way Babydoll looked at her when the men weren't looking in her direction. An ice pick wouldn't have caused as much pain as the daggers she threw Jenna's way. But she didn't have time to fully process it all before Nick smugly assigned her a task. Jenna knew exactly what Nick meant as soon as he'd said it, even if it took a while for it to register. She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her strength. Again, in normal circumstances, she would have reacted differently, particularly at his 'little head' comment. He'd only said it to get a rise out of her. But she didn't react. She knew it had to be done. Feeling all eyes on her, she simply whispered, yes...Sir. Taking her time, moving her fatigued arms, she removed her flowy top, revealing her white lace bra which she then removed too. She'd never been so exposed in her life. She knew that they could see every little detail up close, and she was almost shivering in fear. Folding up her top and bra she placed them on the leather chair behind her. Removing her pants and panties was easier on her limbs, that was until she had to bend over slightly to remove them properly. Her back jarred right at the wrong moment, but keeping her composure, a slight hiss from the sudden intake of air was all that could be heard. She stopped only for a moment as the pain ripped through her body, but pushing through it, she slowly stood up again, before placing her jeans and panties on the clothes pile. She'd never been naked in front of Nick before. Even when they'd gone swimming in the lake, she'd worn the halter top style swimmers top and boardshorts. He had always gently teased her about it, but she had never given it much thought until now. Humiliated to be standing exposed and vulnerable in front of so many, her eyes started to well up. She took a deep breath trying to will them away, but she had been through so much in the last few weeks that a single tear fell onto her cheek. I'm sorry, she quickly reacted, instantly wiping it away, knowing there was more to come and he didn't need her blubbering to slow him down.