VII
She gently shook my shoulder. "Time to wake up, sleepy head."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I'm starving. While I get dressed I want you to cook me some breakfast."
"Yes, Mistress"
I stood up. She slapped my on the ass. "On your hands and knees, slave." Slap. "How hard can this be?" Slap. "You are not to be on your feet without my permission." Slap.
"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry, Ma'am."
"You certainly are sorry. Now get down to the kitchen and make me some food."
I scurried down and made two plates of bacon and eggs, and poured two large glasses of milk. I was waiting on my knees when Mistress entered the dining room.
She walked to me and slapped my face. "Can't you follow simple directions? I said make me breakfast. I said nothing about breakfast for you, slave." Slap. "Now go get a bowl."
When I returned with the bowl she put the toast from my plate into it. She placed the bowl on the floor and squatted over it. Before long her pee filled the bowl.
"There's your breakfast. Now eat it all up, my little pet."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I lapped up her urine and ate the soggy toast as best I could. Her piss tasted bitter and salty. I finished about the same time she polished off both plates of food.
"That was pretty good, slave. How did you like yours?"
"I liked it okay, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
"You had better learn to enjoy it, slut, and if you know what's good for you, you had better not throw up." There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"Telegram."
"On your feet. Go answer it."
I hesitated for a moment. "Yes, Mistress."
I opened the door.
"Telegram for Miss Ma . . . ," when the boy realized I was naked he froze.
"Thank you," I said.
From behind me Mistress' voice called out, "I'm sorry son, but I have no change for a tip. Would you like to feel up my slave though?"
"Oh yes, may I?"
"Certainly."
The boy‟s rough hands squeezed my tits.
"Okay. That's enough. Thank the boy, slave."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for squeezing my tits."
"No, Ma'am, thank you." With that the boy left.
"Back on your knees, come over here, slave."
Mistress tore the envelope open. "Something's come up that I need to take care of. It will probably take most of the day. I have some things for you to do though. First, I want you to clean this place up while I get dressed. Get going, I won't be long." She left me alone.
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I hurried to clean up the kitchen and the dining room from both breakfast and last night's romp.
Mistress returned just as I was finishing cleaning the dining room table. She pulled out a chair nodded towards it and said, "Sit here slave."
I sat and Mistress picked up a long, rough, manila rope. Fearing the worst I asked, "Mistress, may I ask you a question?"
"Yes slave, what is it?"
"May I use the bathroom?"
"No slave, you may not. You need to learn self control."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
She tied my ankles to the rear legs of the chair. She then wrapped the rope tightly around my tor-so up the back of the chair, leaving my arms free. When she reached my tits, she made particular attention in making sure the rope was very tight. After tying the end of the rope off, only my nipples were exposed.
"Thank you, Mistress."
She then took a rope and tied my hands to the table legs so that although I could move them, I could not touch my body. "I don't trust you not to play yourself," She explained.
She cupped my pussy in her hand. "Your tight little virginal pussy is a gold mine. I don't want anything to desecrate it. Since you are supposed to be such a great undergarment designer, I want you to design a chastity belt for yourself."
She placed two books on the table. "To help give you some ideas, I've got some books that have drawings in them." She placed some paper and drawing pencils on the table.
"Do you think you can do this?" She started to tease my nipples with her fingers.
"Yes, Mistress, I think so, Mistress."
"Yes, I think so too. Now get to work."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
She turned and walked out the door, locking it behind her.