Helen’s slave. Part 11

Now the mistress wants her slave to be alone and to think, she locks him in a toilet, turns off the light and goes for a walk. He’ll have a lot of time to realize that he is a slave…

- That will do for now, slave, – my Mistress said giving a sigh.

- Thank you, my Lady, – it was still wild for me to thank the girl for lashing me.

Helen stretched herself and hid the lash. I kept standing in the same position. I wanted to pull my thongs on though they could not hide anything.

She looked at her slave’s butt seeing she had succeeded in making her wishes true, she had wanted to have it pink, now it was pink. She felt satisfied. She knew the slave would feel slight pain and discomfort for some time.

- Ok, slave, let’s go to the kitchen to cook something for dinner.

The next hour we were busy cooking in the kitchen together. I helped her a lot. She acted as an ordinary girl, joked, corrected me if did something wrong. It was a rare and pleasant time when we were just two normal people.

There was one thing though that made Helen laugh – a man was wearing lingerie in her presence!

I was afraid to look into her eyes too often. I forgot about my butt that had been recently lashed. I was beside her and felt happy about it.

The girl couldn’t restrain once and touched my buttock making sure one more time that it was her possession…

Soon the dinner was ready. I felt excited as it was my first day with a girl I didn’t know well yet. Helen’s attitude to it was simpler – I was only an obedient toy for her, a weaker half.

She said while she was eating I would have to stand close to her with a white towel behind her in case she needed something or wanted to wipe her hand.

The girl asked me to turn on some classic music… It was such an unusual and even ceremonial event. Helen was having dinner in no hurry and listening to music, Beethoven, I guess, but I’m not sure…

- Ok, slave, now you can have dinner, and then wash up! – said Helen feeling sated.

Helen went to her room and I heard that she turned down the music a bit.

I washed the dishes and making sure everything was clean went to her room. When I entered I got a bit surprised. The music was still on and the girl was lying on her bed and as it seemed to me she was sleeping. I looked at her being unaware of what to do. I made a few motions to make certain she was really sleeping. Yes, she was asleep… After dinner she probably decided to have a short rest; moreover, she had gone to bed late yesterday because of me…

But what I was to do? I had to do something and I had no orders to carry out…

At first I turned off the music, then looked around and saw a coverlet. I covered Helen with it…

I admired her a couple of seconds… The girl was fast asleep… I didn’t have to be explained that I had to protect her dream…

I sat on the floor quietly, gave a deep sigh and leaned against the bed. My butt still hurt a bit. “She is such a fragile girl but lashed me fiercely” I thought with respect picturing her silhouette before my eyes…

I expected her to sleep for an hour or two, so I decided to take my time and relax either. I moved a bit sideways to prevent her seeing me as soon as she woke up. Then I lay on my back putting my hands under the head. It was not very comfortable but anyway I had an opportunity to stretch myself. I knew how to relax and at the same time be on the alert about what was happening around me. I closed my eyes. When I heard some sounds I would immediately open my eyes but Helen just turned on her side keeping on sleeping…

The whole world was behind the windows but here everything was very quiet. I hated moments when cars honked or something else took place that could make my Mistress awake. She was sleeping in this apartment and that was the most important thing for me…

As I had expected Helen slept for two hours. When she woke up I was on my knees… Suddenly I wanted her to think I was waiting for her here for two hours standing this way…

- Slave… – Helen stretched herself throwing back the coverlet.

- Oh, my Lady, you’ve woken up! I hope you slept well, – I said politely.

I felt I liked it. Helen didn’t notice my small services. She treated them as if it was my duty.

- Bring me something to drink, – the girl asked.

- Yes, my Lady, – I rushed to the kitchen.

Soon Helen got up. She felt perfect.

Suddenly I heard the telephone rang. I was close ready to take away the empty glass…

- Allow me..? – I looked at her questioningly.

The girl nodded. I gave her the receiver and bowed my head in respect. Helen took it and plopped into an armchair and crossed her legs.

- Oh, hi!.. Fine… How are you doing? Sure, nice idea… You know I’ve been thinking about it and wanted to call you…

These were the only words I could hear. I had to carry the glass away and wash it…

Helen finished the conversation and turned off the phone. She was in good mood and agreed to ski with her friend. It was going to be interesting.

When she remembered about her slave she felt a bit guilty and regretful but she wasn’t going to change her habits and plans.

“I’ll send him away for a couple of hours and then he will come back.” Helen had planned some fun for the evening and her slave was to take part in her games. The girl started packing her bag anticipating a nice walk in the fresh air…

- Slave! – She said to me quietly and clapped her hands once.

Hearing she called me I returned from the kitchen thinking she wanted to give me back the receiver. I was taken aback seeing she was packing her things…

Helen opened her mouth to tell me to leave for a few hours but suddenly she had an idea.

- Follow me… – She left the room.

Coming up to the door of the toilet she opened it.

- Sit down and wait for me here! – She pointed at the floor.

I looked at her – she remained adamant. I entered the toilet and sat on the floor. These words were pronounced with the intonation that said I was just a pet for her…

Helen closed the door and a few seconds later she switched off the lights in the room… I had a blank look. It was dark everywhere. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I knew she was going somewhere… I felt hurt. I knew nothing about where she was going, who with and how long they were going to be there… Sit here and wait for me…

Helen forgot about her slave completely, packed her things and left the apartment.

Sitting on the floor near the toilet I could only listen to the sounds behind the door. How long I was to sit there and where she was going to?.. And what if she came home late at night?.. I shuddered to think I was sitting here alone…

Soon I heard it was quiet in the flat… “She went away”… I thought sadly. My eyes got used to the darkness and I started looking around.

It was in her manner to do what she thought to be right… Times passed so slowly for me… I knew for sure that waiting was the worst thing ever, even worse than lashing and strapon. It was unbearable to sit this way and wait for her. When you are busy time passes fast and here I could do just nothing… I felt so lonely…

At first I tried to guess where she had gone, then made attempts to have a nap but it was hard either… My feelings changed too quickly… I was angry with her but how a slave could be angry with his Mistress?..

I was thinking about her, wishing she would come as soon as possible to save me from this loneliness… I knew she would lash me and probably find something worse than that but it was better than just waiting…

“Maybe, she is with her boyfriend… No, she wouldn’t have left me here then. She has some plans for night with me…”

Then I felt great respect to her for she was able to manipulate my will so easily… I had different thoughts and there were plenty of them…
About three hours passed, I’m not sure actually as I really lost the track of time… But when I heard sounds behind my door I had no doubts… She came back… I kneeled down, adjusted my hair and started waiting that soon the door would open and I’d see my Mistress…

However, ten minutes passed, then twenty minutes… and I was still sitting in darkness…
I heard her steps behind the door, she was playing with me or possibly she didn’t need me at the moment…

I was ready to cry and beg her to let me out of here… when suddenly the door opened and I saw her. She was looking at me from above with perfect calm…

- Did you miss me, slave? – She smiled.

I nodded and lowered my head.
When my eyes got used to darkness and I was able to look at her I felt storm of emotions inside. I wanted to kiss her feet for releasing me…

- May i?.. – I looked at my Mistress pleading…

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Originally posted 2008-12-20 17:19:02.