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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
The rest of the afternoon wasn't like the day before; not one iota. In some ways, looking back, I wished that it was.
This kid Mark; well I guess he must be some kind of spoiled teenager, because he sure did put on airs while he was on the plantation. It didn't take but a few minutes to figure out that this Mark kid was the son of the other adult male. I couldn't always see what any of them were doing or saying. If my fucking horse blinders weren't obscuring my view, and the men weren't outside of me being able to hear everything they were saying to one another.
I could do nothing more than to maintain my posture, and occasionally when I did fidget around, the dildo seemed to be my constant companion; always reminding me of my place in life.
It was kind of neat, being able to see some of the workers toiling away inside the barn. At times it was rather noisy from all the hammering and electric saws and the what-nots. From all appearances, the entire barn had been gutted and they were now in the process of constructing everything anew. Some of the things I saw them build, left me clueless; but none the less, to see the muscles flex, the foul language flying from one worker to another and the occasional glance from some of them kept me entertained while Master was apparently playing host.
When Master and the other two males approached me, I didn't know what to make of their facial expressions. Master and the grown man seemed to have a blank look to their faces while the boy, Mark, was grinning from ear to ear.
Master stopped directly in front of me, and I knew he was looking directly at my bowed head as he spoke. "I want you to take young Mark here back to the house."
I couldn't figure out just what the point of Masters order was. But I soon remembered that I'm not supposed to even think, I'm supposed to do, and do promptly.
My cart bounced around, sending minor waves into my tunnel; which felt sorta nice. "Now you be sure and hold on son," the man was saying to the boy.
"Okay slave off you go, and remember that you are moving human cargo," Master quickly interjected.
I had to back up a few steps, in order to make a proper turn. Once I'd located myself and the cart on the path, I felt much better; even though I could easily detect the added weight I had to pull. It didn't hurt me, and I was rather grateful for the chance to work more of my leg muscles.
As I stated up the small hill, was when I 'really' noticed the boys weight; but my legs didn't let me down. Not forgetting to mention, is also when the boy started speaking to me.
"You know," he began, "you seem like a good slave. My dad brought me here to see just what goes on around your Masters' place. I asked him to get me a slave for my upcoming eighteenth birthday, so he made arrangements for me to come out and look around. I'm not one of those girly queers, so don't you go getting the wrong idea. The only reason I want a slave is for my own personal use; something like a servant, but also one that me and my friends can 'play' with. Your Master tells me that you're in training to become a personal sex slave, and that he's also teaching you the fine art of pleasing your Master in more ways than just sex.
If you were my slave; not only would you bath and dress me but you would also be subject to suffer pain so that I may find pleasure in your anguish. I don't plan on fucking my slave, but sure as hell the slave will suck my cock when and where I tell him too."
I listened to him, but I didn't pay close attention to what he was intending for me to understand. The only thing I was hoping; was that Master wasn't thinking of training me and then selling me to this kids' father.
The kid had lots of ideas and thoughts on just what and how his slave should/would be; but again, I didn't fret his words, as I drew closer and closer to the house.
Master was waiting on us, along with the boys' father. "So how was your ride? Did you have a nice time watching the slave from behind?"
The boy answered like a sissy, "Oh yes daddy, it was so much fun. I think I'm going to like having a slave of my very own, especially if he can stay naked like this one. But, will I have to be shaving him and all that other stuff too?"
"All in good time," the man replied.
By now the butler had arrived, and had begun getting me out of the restraints and free of the water cart. It felt nice, not having to stay out all afternoon; tending to the needs and desires of the day helpers.
Master clipped my leash to the Prince Albert; and surprised me by handing it to the teenager. I was shocked by the look I was receiving from this kid and began to have some reservations as to the reasoning behind him holding my leash.
All of the males made their way to the gate; accessing the pool and garden area, and all I could do was to follow.
Once inside the enclosed back yard, I instantly saw Jordan standing alongside some lady; who apparently was grading his work prior to lunch. Jordan either didn't want to look in my direction or he had been instructed not to. I got a sad feeling in my soul, when he didn't acknowledge my presence.
Master went over and spoke to the lady for several minutes and then she left; making her way into the house. The boy was then beckoned by my Master and he proceeded to move in His direction; with me following behind.
Master began speaking to this Mark kid, as the boys' father had taken up residence on one of the many lounge chairs surrounding the pool.
I listened intently to my Master speaking. However, he was telling this teenager the differences between me and Jordan; which in many ways, seemed to be putting me down a peg or two.
Mark kept saying that he understood everything Master was saying, as my Master invited him to make use of the pristine pool.
The boy dropped my leash, and grasped one of Jordans' hands; pulling Jordan behind as if he was some kind of baby. They walked over to the far end of the pool, where I saw Jordan begin to undress the boy. Each article of clothing Jordan took off; he folded neatly and placed it on one of the available chairs.
"DAD! DAD!," the boy called out, "I don't have my swimsuit. What am I supposed to do without my suit, dad?"
Master, the butler and the boys' father all began laughing simultaneously. "Jesus, Mark, it's just us men and slaves here. Have you not ever gone skinny-dipping before?"
From where I was, all I could see was the teenagers' lily white ass; as he had his hands clasped over his cock and balls. It was rather funny, but I knew I couldn't laugh along with the others. I don't think this kid has spent five minutes in the sun, as I couldn't even see a tan line, which most teenagers get from wearing their 'board shorts' all summer.
It was even funnier when the housekeeper came out with a tray of cold drinks; and the boy froze in his tracks, his hands like cement, covering his genitals.
Funny how the housekeeper knows just the right time to make an appearance, wouldn't you say. Any way, the boy was stark naked, totally embarrassed and time was a wasting. Now we'd all get to see his 'equipment', one way or the other; as his dad pushed himself up from the lounger.
"Mark, come here this instant! Stop acting like a fucking sissy boy. Do you want your own slave or don't you!" the boys' dad barked out in a rather unpleasant tone of voice.
Mark turned around, facing his father, with hands glued over his cock and balls. It was hilarious to see the teenager walk while covering up his privates. And, the ever vigilant housekeeper was watching every move the boy made.
"Why are you covering yourself? Don't you think that we've all seen a penis and scrotum before? Now act your age and stand tall like a real man is supposed to." The father said to his totally red faced son.
As tears began to roll down the boys' face, he moved his hands to his sides. "Jesus almighty" Yelled the father.
I couldn't see what he was yelling about, but I sure could hear every fucking word.
Apparently, Mark had shaved his nuts; for some yet unknown reason. His father was furious and in an instant back handed his son so hard that the poor kid fell sideways into the pool.
Master went running, in defense of the teenager; telling the boys' dad that a lot of teenage boys do it, apparently to entice the girls to lick and suck on their boy balls. From what little I could hear, I don't think that the father was buying that reasoning.
Mark stayed in the pool, clinging onto the side; shielding his cock and balls from everyone's inquiring eyes.
Jordan moved swiftly, pouring the lad a cool drink and delivering it to him poolside; which apparently had a de-fusing effect on the teenagers' dad.
The boy even thanked Jordan, which in itself was a rather odd thing to do; as
I'd never heard anyone thanking a slave before. Jordan kept his own body between that of Mark and his father, presumably to perhaps shield the boys' fear and shame from dear old dad.
It wasn't long before Mark invited Jordan into the pool; which again seemed odd. Jordan apparently got an approving nod from my Master and slithered into the crystal clear water, standing not to far from the red faced youth.
One could cut the icy silence with a knife, as the bystanders, watched with anticipation. Marks' dad moved over to poolside and bending down quietly apologized to his son for the physical retribution he had inflicted on his only child.
I was still amazed at how things around here could change faster than a bolt of lightning. I suppose in time that I would learn to accept and perhaps even understand how and why some humans act the way they do. All I can say is that my dad never, EVER, hit me when I was growing up.
It didn't take long before the two males in the pool began to frolic around like two school age kids, apparently enjoying one another's company. I again couldn't believe my eyes, as I watched a free man playing in a pool with a slave. I think I would have been much better off if I hadn't been exposed to this sort of demonstration. I can only imagine what was going through the minds of the housekeeper and butler as their eyes seemed glued to the two naked forms in the pool. Didn't they get to see enough naked males when the boys came by to make the porno flicks?
Thankfully Master put me out of my misery, by commanding me to 'trot off and get all cleaned up'. I felt a rush of relief as I quickly made my way to our
cottage.
No sooner had I entered the cottage than I noticed that something had changed. A weird looking wooden 'X' had been placed directly in the center of our room. It was held up by a series of wooden legs, and the whole thing was ominous looking. The wood was smooth and had been stained a dark rich brown; with what appeared to be an epoxy finish of some kind. It was the only thing different in our cottage that I could readily detect.
I took my sweet time with my enema and an even longer time with my shower. I allowed the warmth of the water to sooth away any soreness I may have had and to allow my body to relax for just this once. It felt so good, that I didn't want to turn the water off.
Jordan finally showed up to do his own cleanings as I knelt by the bed, waiting to be instructed. The ever present and vigilant butler showed up with our evening meal, before Jordan had finished bathing; so I took it upon myself to simply wait until he was done so that we both might eat together. If I could seize any chance to speak with him, I was going to.
We were about half way through our dinner when the door sprung open. Standing there, juggling a large tray of food was Mark. He stepped in and used his foot to push the door closed. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw, other than the food tray. Mark was naked.
It was quite obvious that Jordan and I were staring wide eyed at the naked youth as he spoke up, "What's the matter, haven't you slaves ever seen a naked free man before? I just figured now that everybody around this fucking place has seen me without my clothes on that I'd stay this way for awhile. I just wanted to come down a watch you two slaves eat. I told dad that I didn't believe it when your Master said you guys ate out of bowls without any eating utensils."
The teenager sat on our bed, shoveling down his food as if it was his last meal; while he kept an intent eye on us while we finished our dinners. He didn't say anything the entire time; as he seemed quite satisfied with just watching us eat and then kneeling, waiting our Masters.
Thankfully we didn't have to wait long. At least now we, or I, didn't have to
feel like a fish in a fish bowl; with him just staring at me all the time.
Both of our Masters arrived, preceded through the door by the boys' father. I was quickly instructed to stand and then place myself face up on the wooden 'X'. The wood felt nice against my smooth skin and as I doing my best to keep my head level, Master Doc moved something beneath the 'X' which instantly gave a cushioned support to my neck and head. It felt better than the pillows which we'd been given to sleep with.
With a Master on either side of my prone body, they began to fasten me down to the 'X' with nylon webbing. The straps were placed about a foot apart; beginning with my ankles up to and including my hip joint. Wider straps were then placed just above my hips and concluded just above my nipple line.
I was for all intents and purposes left immobile; which seemed rather strange to be happening in front of what I'd call 'complete strangers'. It wasn't as if this was the same as back in school. I didn't think I'd ever be put on 'display' like this for someone else's amusement.
Master Doc then went and unlocked the two cupboards, allowing the doors to stay open. He called for Jordan and the next thing I knew, Jordan was wheeling something extremely medical looking towards me. It had a clear jar, a motor and foot after foot of clear hose.
Then I could do no more than to watch as my Master and Marks' dad fastened my arms down; completing the job by putting a wide band of leather over my forehead; leaving me totally at Masters' mercy.
I heard Marks' dad saying something to him and the next minute, Mark was presenting my mouth with a butt plug to suck on. "Wicked kewl,man." Mark said as if he'd just opened up a Christmas present. He stood there his green eyes glaring down at my face; apparently thrilled that his father had just included him in the 'festivities'.
Mark, then seemed more interested with what Master Doc was doing between my legs; so he quickly left me alone.
I could only surmise that it was in fact Master Doc between my legs; I couldn't see down my body anymore. My thing was lifted up and before I knew what was going on, I could feel the heavy steel ring of my Prince Albert sliding out from my cock. I felt sort of naked now, not feeling the weight anymore. Then the steel bindings around the base of my thing and the steel ball separators were removed.
My Master came forward to inform me that after my lesson, the thing and pleasure balls would be 'dressed' again. At least somebody here had the forethought to at least tell me something. It is, or was, after all my body they were toying around with.
The cool and wet feeling of slimy lubricant was easily detected as someone was lathering my thing and balls in the stuff. If they had kept it up much longer, I sure as hell would have gotten a stiffy.
A 'snap' sound, followed by the sound of the motor running got my undivided attention. With the motor whirring away, it was difficult if not impossible, to hear what Master Doc was saying to the small group; which sure as fucking hell seemed to now include Jordan. I guess I'm pre-judging Jordan, as I can't see him; so I really don't know if he's standing around watching or doing something else.
There was an instant where I felt something hard, encompassing my balls; then whatever it is, began to suck my balls away from my body. There was a certain amount of discomfort at first, but I sort of knew that soon it would turn into pain.
I detected a change in the sound of the motor, as I could now feel my thing being sucked into this machine, BACKWARDS! I began to scream behind the plug, as my body involuntarily began to thrash about beneath all of the bindings.
I tried to display some 'bravery' at this point but such an attempt was futile. It wasn't but a fraction in time before my thing actually straighten out all by itself; which apparently was the expected results that Master Doc had intended.
Another change in the sound of the motor and more power was being used to rip my cock and balls off, or so I thought. My eyes blinked continuously, trying to get the salty tears out. No one seemed the least bit interested in me, except for my thing and balls. Whatever had the 'death grip' on my family pride, sure was doing its' job. I'm guessing, but I think Master Doc used his hand to elevate the damn thing, which put added strain and stress to my thing. I could faintly see the top of the tube, with the clear plastic tube running out from the top of it. He pushed it back and forth, and from side to side; which, again, wasn't doing me the least bit of good.
It was a considerable length of time before the motor went silent, but my 'equipment' was still nestled tightly inside of the clear tube. As Master Doc began to wiggle the cylinder around I heard him say, "You need to go slow when you vacuum a slave. Twenty minutes on, ten off, twenty on; until you've completed about two hours worth the first time.
The seal against my skin was broken and Master Doc carefully extracted the cylinder from my body. My balls still hurt, and I sure as hell wasn't looking forward to yet another 'treatment' in just under ten minutes.
I'm pretty sure that Master, as well as Mark, got a chance to use the vacuum on me. The only reason why I'm saying this is because I caught a glimpse of each of them with their hand on the cylinder as it was sliding down over my thing. As difficult as it was, for me to endure the pain of having my balls and thing sucked nearly off my body; I couldn't help but to still feel concerned about Jordan.
I was to find out later, that he'd been on his knees the whole time; giving his Master a blow job. I was sort of relieved when Jordan was able to tell me that bit of news.
Master stayed behind, after all of the other adults had left the cottage. He seemed to be in a rather mellow mood, not to mention a passionate one as well.
With the lights already dimmed for the night, and even as Jordan laid next to me Master was between my legs making what I'd consider to be uninhibited love to my tunnel.
He was so gentle with each stroke, as his manhood not only filled my tunnel but as rubbed across my 'hard spot'. I was surprised, I guess, that Master was able to fuck me for so long. All the other times, few they may be, were over in a couple of minutes; but I must also remember that some of them were done by men who had been 'without' for some time.
Almost immediately after Master had planted his seed, he gently lifted me right up off the bed and carried me into the shower; where he set about giving me a small enema. After that, Master put my plug back up inside me and also re-installed all of the metallic hardware that encompasses my thing and balls. He did it all, with such caring and subtlety that I began to think he was an entirely different person.
Master even carried me back to bed, where he slowly lowered my body onto the mattress. "Sleep well you slaves," Master said in a hushed tone; just before he leaned over and kissed us both on our lips. I again had to wonder, and I know it's wrong for a slave to think; but what is the purpose of Master being extra kind to us on this particular night.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but to still feel the aches and pains in my thing and balls from the previous training exercise. Pictures of the men taking joy and pleasure with, danced in my head.
I was beginning to get sleepy, and I hadn't even talked with Jordan the whole day; and I still had many things to talk about. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing my leg, just like the night before. I rolled onto my side, facing him and wrapped my own arm over his torso. We embraced for quite some time before we each were in our own dream land.
My morning routine went without a hitch, and I was even getting better at making the best use of time in the shower. I think I spent more time washing than I did with the enema. Jordan and I spoke about 'his' yesterday, and I was rather pleased to hear that he didn't like the flower and shrub part all that
much.
We didn't have to wait long for breakfast either; but the butler wasn't the one who brought it down to us. The housekeeper bounced inside like it was some sort of special day or something. She had the biggest smile on her face and a 'bounce' in her step.
After placing our bowls on the floor, she simply stood there watching us. She apparently wasn't going to leave us alone, like the butler usually does. Thankfully, after all that I'd been through the last two or three weeks, being naked in front of her wasn't even on my radar. What did peak my interest was when she began speaking to us.
"I see that your Master's and their guest had a wonderful time here yesterday. I'm particularly interested in which one of you two slaves gave that kid Mark and his old man the blowjobs. That's all they talked about when they came up to the house after leaving you two miscreants."
Lifting my face from the bowl, I turned and looked in Jordan's direction. He kept on eating, but I could easily see that his face had turned a bright red. What a way to start my day. He only told me about giving Master Doc a blowjob, not the two guests. Again, it seems like he got the 'easy' job, while I got tortured. I don't think I'll ever understand any of this, least not to where I'd ever consider staying a slave. I can't wait to talk to dad again and maybe I can convince him that I've learned my lesson and am ready to enter into the family business.
Ever so thankful that the housekeeper started talking again, distracting my mind away from the disparaging emotions I was ever so quickly feeling, as she began "And I bet you two slaves didn't know, but young Master Eric spent the night in the guest room. Apparently he convinced his father to let him stay through the weekend. Last I saw of him he was in your Master's study watching some of the latest slave training techniques, and I even caught him spanking his monkey while he was watching one of the 'vanilla' gay flicks."
If that don't bet all! The fucking kid must have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and has got dear old dad wrapped around his little finger. Two more days until Friday, yippee! Then the little twit can hang around with all the gay kids and most likely get his cock sucked two or three times a day. Just keep him away from me, that's all I was thinking.
The housekeeper picked up our empty bowls and as usual, copped a feel of my ass before leaving. I looked into Jordans' eyes, and he knew that I was upset with him for not telling me everything. I didn't have to say a single word; he knew just by the expression on my face that I was pissed off.
Both Masters appeared and as quickly as they'd entered; they leashed the two of us and Jordan was off to do his thing, and I was led up to the barn passing the cart on the way.
The workers had already assembled and were steadily working away. Master stopped just outside the barn and reached into a shopping bag and retrieved a pair of leather sandals; instructing me to put them on.
Master proceeded to call out to someone in the barn, who it turns out is sorta the job foreman. This man was really a stud. I bet there isn't five percent body fat on him and it was so easy to see that he was 'hung like a mule'
The two men proceeded to exchange words for several minutes, before Master informed me that my task today was to help the workers inside the barn. I was thankful that I didn't have to haul the water cart around, but then again I didn't know what sort of work I'd be required to do for the workers in the barn.
As it turned out, I carried old lumber out of the barn and tossed it in a big pile. Then I'd lug the new lumber into the barn; even helping some of the workers while they drilled holes and screwed the lumber into place. I don't mind telling you that some of the pieces of wood were a hell of a lot bigger than your normal two by fours. One or two other workers also helped out, doing the same work as I was doing. It seems that they had some kind of bet going on, as to which of the three of us would tire out first. None of the workers made any remarks towards me the entire day. None of them seemed to mind that I was a naked slave and they treated me almost as an equal; that is until lunch time when I had to eat from my bowl. I don't really think they liked having to watch me eat that way, but there was nothing I could do about it. One of them even offered me a soda, but he quickly realized that I couldn't have it unless it was in my bowl. He gave me the saddest look, as he poured it into the bowl; but I managed to give him a big smile and he must have sensed that the smile stood for a big 'thank you'.
By afternoons end, I was fatigued beyond belief but just knowing that I kept up with the workers was a big personal satisfaction. I hadn't done a days hard labor until I'd come here to the plantation, but I was really beginning to feel better about myself not to mention that in just two short days I could begin to see the start to muscle definition.
The workers did what they needed to do, prior to leaving for the day. The tools were put away, there were no scraps of trash or old lumber to be found inside the barn and each one of them came over and complimented me on doing a good hard days job. Before I knew it, I was all alone in the barn. I didn't dare head back to the cottage without permission, so I just began to look around the barn and see if I could figure out just what it is that the workers are
constructing.
After several minutes, it was as if a light came on in my brain. The barn was being converted into a slave building; new partitions, the new plastic plumbing pipes, the heavy beams overhead and the miles of electrical wiring over head. Unlike dads' school, with its stone walkways, concrete floors etc; this place was more or less being made of wood. I could even see one or two areas where it looks like it might be the frame work for a slave's cot. I'm glad that I'm not the one who has to be sanding all of this wood. It would take me a month to do it by myself. I guess Master and the workers will be using those new high speed electrical sanders, so that nobody ends up getting splinters in their body.
The sudden appearance of Mark startled me and to anyone watching, it would seem as if I had jumped two feet into the air when he began speaking. "Your Master wants you to 'trot off' and get cleaned up. He said that he'll meet up with you in the cottage; so you'd best be getting your fag ass going, you silly queer boy."
Little did the twerp know, but at that precise moment I so much wanted to punch his fucking lights out; but being the better of the two, I simply began to hustle my way back to the cottage, leaving him there watching my naked body make its' way home.
By the time I was soaping my body down, I'd gotten over the teenagers snide remarks, and by the time I'd gotten out of the shower Master was standing right there; apparently watching me for quite some time.
"You've put in a good days work slave. So tonight, I feel it proper and just, to reward you for all your efforts. Tonight you shall dine in the main house."
I was beaming with undeserved pride, as I quickly dried off. Just as we were leaving the cottage Jordan and Mark were on their way in. I didn't allow myself to even acknowledge Jordan, let alone the punk ass bitch of a teenager.
Being my first time inside the house, it brought back instant memories of my own home, my mom, and my friends. As we'd entered via the kitchen, I could quite easily smell the food being prepared for supper. The housekeeper gave me a smile and a wink; as I followed Master down a long and carpeted hall. It felt awesome on my feet, and it was just another one of those moments that brings back memories of days past.
When we got to Masters' den, He took a seat in a chair almost like one of the ones in dads' home office. I could see several, no many, framed photographs. I even saw some of me when I was just a little kid and there were some there of my mom. There were several larger framed collages of what appeared to be some of the boys who I'd seen the other day; all in various poses or postures involved in sexual acts. There were three or four large hand crafted stone images of naked men placed rather strategically around the room as well.
Master beckoned me to sit on his lap, which I quickly did. He began to stroke my chest and legs at the same time. It sent rushes of passionate heat coursing through my body.
Master remained silent throughout his groping of my body. I continued to cast my eyes on to every inch of the room that I could easily see. I noticed what looked like whips laying behind one of the chairs and some medieval looking iron cuffs and a collar sitting on top of the sofa. Propped up in one corner were several wooden poles which looked to have eyebolts attached. Other than those few items, Masters' den looked like any other mans den.
We remained seated from quite some time, or at least it seemed to be a long time, when the housekeeper entered and announced that dinner was served.
As Master began to exit his den, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face me saying, "You've already made one big mistake already, do you want to try for two?"
For the life of me, I didn't have a clue as to what he meant by that. I must have had the dumbest look on my face, because Master had to actually point his finger to the floor. Jesus, how fucking dumb can I be.
I dropped to the floor onto my hands and knees and followed Master to the dining room. This room reminds me of a true to life dinning room on a southern mansion. Its ambiance is beyond words which can describe it.
Another predicament I found myself in was what to do next. I'm like thinking, am I expected to sit on a chair and eat like a free man? I'm going to finally get to use a fork and spoon?
Master sat at the head of the table and as he adjusted his chair he simply snapped his finger and pointed to the floor next to his chair.
I knelt in silence, with my head bent down, as Master ate his meal. It was, by all known senses of smell, a meal of red meat, garlic mashed potatoes and vegetables. My poor stomach was growling so loud that I just knew Master, himself, must have heard it rumble.
The next time that the housekeeper came into the dining room, I detected the odor of pecan pie. Master and I at least had one thing in common; the love of such a pie.
As Master ate his dessert, I heard the housekeeper scraping his plate and thought to myself that such a thing done at the table is quite rude; well, at least at my house it was considered a rude thing to do.
Before I knew what was happening, the housekeeper came from behind and placed a plate full of food on the floor. It was all bits and pieces left over from my Masters plate, but I didn't give a shit. It was real food! As much as I wanted to chomp it right down, I didn't. I savored every mouth full, and chewed it up so fine before I swallowed it.
I was still eating, when Master began to rub my head and neck; sending shivers down my spine. I'd forgotten that he and the housekeeper were present; as I was so engrossed in my first real meal in a long time.
I hadn't lifted my face off the plate more than an inch and the housekeeper snatched it away from me, saying to Master, "The slave must like my cooking, as he's even licked the plate clean."
Soon, we were in yet another room. It looked like a small private theater of sorts. There I was commanded to 'sit'. I maneuvered myself so that I was sitting 'Indian' style, which apparently met with Masters' approval.
"Well slave, as your final reward for doing well today, I'm going to allow you some time to watch a few movies. When the movies are over, I'll come back and get you and then we'll retire for the night."
Movies? We'll retire for the night???
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