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

The room got awfully quiet. Dead silence except for firewood crackling on the grates, and the rustling of leaves outside. Nicholas thought he could hear Jenna's frantic heart. His lidded eyes never once left Jenna. Not until she stood butt naked in the center of his study. He mustered every ounce of restraint not to claim his new slave on the spot. Her bare body did arouse him. But deep down, it was the absolute power he held over another human being that really turned him on, the intoxicating feeling of being submitted to. And it would be so easy - in fact he would be entitled - to bend Jenna over the desk and mark her as his property. Better yet, make Babydoll and her share. The thing is... Jenna hadn't earned it yet. Nicholas can't be fucking his slaves every time he fancied, otherwise he would be running a harem. If he demanded restraint from his slaves, he got to serve a good example himself. Instead he pushed off and advanced on her until he got right up inside her personal space, looking down at the shivering slave girl. His hardness pressed uncomfortably against the front of his trousers. Babydoll. He called out, his voice raspy. While I inspect, why don't you start briefing her on the rules. Reciting 'em might do you some good too. Right after the word too left his lips, Nicholas cupped Jenna's breasts, fingers impressed into supple flesh. Jenna would find his touch neither sensual nor gentle. Quite the contrary, in fact, as he grabbed and handled her like a butcher would a slab of meat... Rule number one overrides every other Whenever you receive a command from a man of the household, you obey and do as you are told. No questions asked. The brunette slave spoke with a melodic Southern drawl which made her quite pleasing to listen to. His palm pressed on her tummy, felt out her abs. Rule number two. Do your work honestly and to the best of your ability. Slacking off and procrastination are punishable. And be punctual. You do not ever keep a man waiting. Large hands ran wild over her thighs. The front, the back, and the insides, leaving no spot untouched. He found taut and smooth skin toned muscles. Nicholas steadied himself. Can't have her, not yet. Number three. You are to be seen but not heard. No speaking unless spoken to. And you need permission for a sip of water, going to the bathroom, and so on. Its a long list. My suggestion? If in doubt, raise your hand and ask for permission. He gave her upper arms a very firm squeeze. Good... she isn't a stranger to physical work. Four. You are to look pleasing at all times. Maintain your body nightly, being clean and healthy is the bare minimum. No hair allowed below the neck. Makeup and perfume are to be worn anytime you are outside the dorm. He spun her around by the shoulders, and in quick succession, grabbed her right ass cheek, squeezed it hard as if scrunching up a piece of paper, and administered a sharp spank. Nice and firm. Five. This is your uniform, we all get the same. A choker will be given to you when you are wor I mean Master will grant you one. You wear that 24-7. That means while you shower and sleep too. The robe you will wear by default anytime you are outside the dorms. And you are responsible for keeping your uniform clean and in good condition Thats all for now, Doll. Nicholas had Jenna face him again, her tired features now streaked with running tears. I dont think shes listening anymore. You, slave, stop it. He demanded, while reaching for her pile of outside clothes and grabbing the topmost item, which was of course her worn panties. Then, using her own dirty, musky-scented underwear, Nicholas would dab at her tears and dry her face. Of course he knew why Jenna was bawling her eyes out. The shame and embarrassment and humiliation must be a bit too much to stomach for a good-natured decent girl like herself. But those emotions are unnecessary, not to mention detrimental, for a well-behaved slave. They need to be purged, forgotten. You have no reason to cry. You have a nice, healthy body that... doesnt displease your Master. If anything, you should feel quite proud of yourself. You just earned yourself a name under my roof. Brandi. With that said, he bunched up the tear-stained panties owned by a woman formerly known as Jenna, and tossed it into the fireplace.