ONCE ZELA HEARD THE SHOWER RUNNING SHE REACHED FOR HER CREAM. A few moments to be alone with the slut. She smoothed the cooling antiseptic of the soars on Shirley's bottom. But it was not only the slut's bottom which was hurting. Its feelings were hurt also.
It sobbed as it explained to Zelda.
"I really thought he would be pleased to see me. Bring me a present or something romantic "
Zelda went round to the front of the Chesterfield and bent down to whisper in the slut's ear.
"Darling thing ! I did explain last night. We discussed you position. You are his slut. You are a thing and not a person. You are, or will be when you are collared, his property. How you will be used will not be your decision.
If he feels like beating you, he will. If he feels like passing you around to his friends, then he will. And you will please them because it is your duty as his slut. And like right now, if he feels like treating you like a dish rag, he will. It is his right !"
"Yes Mistress Zelda. I do understand. And I am happy to be his slut. But I have missed him so much! The slut added " I do wish you were both a couple so that I could serve you both"
Its sobbing ceased and Zelda rubbed some pain killer cream over its buttocks. She knew that it would be needed. The Master was in the need of relieving his frustrations by whipping his slut until it screamed for mercy. Tomorrow he would probably treat it like a queen.
They heard the shower water cease. They knew he would return wearing only Zelda's white shower robe. Zelda moved away to the bar and poured herself a drink. She thought it only polite not to watch the Master while he pleasured himself with his slut. T.B.C.
