Helen’s slave. Part 15

December 23rd, 2008

This time the mistress is going to have lunch, but the slave has to sit near her lap and try to catch the grapes with his mouth, he can’t do it and she is laughing and humiliating him again…

I looked ruffled and was covered with Helen’s discharge. Making her bed carefully I checked if all the pieces were on their places. I preferred to check everything twice, so that I knew I had missed nothing. Then I washed my face the second time this morning…

“Now I have to take my place, right here, on the carpet” I thought gloomily when I was in the corridor. Of course it was her right to use or ignore me…

The girl was in the kitchen, drinking tea probably. This time she hadn’t invited me. “I’m just a slave for her and she demonstrated that yesterday night. And my place is at her feet…”

I sat in the corridor for an hour or so. When she sometimes passed me by I lowered my head respectfully showing my submissiveness. However, the girl paid no attention to me. I was like an empty place for her, a piece of furniture…

Soon, to my horror, I understood she was going somewhere. As usual I couldn’t know where or how long she was going to be there… When she came up to me I knew what to wait… She took me to the toilet and said with her ordinary intonation “Sit down and wait for me here!”

Oh, Lord! She treated me like a pet!!! She closed the door and switched off the lights.
Helen wasn’t going to explain anything to her slave, she wasn’t going to worry about him either. He was just a slave, nothing more…

The girl was packing her things in a hurry and completely forgot about her obedient toy. She was thinking only about her plans. The idea that she would be pleased to see him at home waiting for her flashed and soon disappeared…

I heard the front door closed and gave a sigh. Again, I had to wait for her in darkness. It was unbearable to count seconds passing, then minutes and hours… It was my first time spending the weekend serving my Mistress. Nobody would believe me if I said that I had spend part of the weekend sitting on the floor near the toilet, only because my Mistress wanted that!!! I wouldn’t believe it personally if I hadn’t experienced that myself…

I would better wash the floors, vacuum all the carpets, dust the furniture, do whatever she wanted but not sit like that, unaware of when it was going to end. It seemed to me the girl knew it was the worst thing for me and used it…

She was off for two hours or more, I just lost the track of time sitting in the darkness. I was daydreaming if that can be called that way in my situation. When I heard her steps behind the door I kneeled down and started waiting for her to release me. Of course she was in no hurry and set me free only twenty minutes later…

- Take your place, slave! – She said and then left.

To tell you the truth, I had expected something different but obeyed and went to my carpet. I had to wait again… She cooked, then had dinner. I wasn’t invited to eat with her or even lay beside her feet. It was about three o’clock and I was hungry as I had nothing to eat since yesterday.

“Ok, if she wants to play with me this way I’ll endure that, at least it isn’t as bad as being locked in the dark toilet” I thought.

When the dinner was over, the girl stood up…

- Wash up, – she told me lazily passing me in the corridor.

- Yes, my Lady, – I said quickly.

This was the first order during many hours and can you believe it – I was happy!.. I washed the dishes but she didn’t allow me to have something to eat.

Helen had brought a lot of delicacies with her such as grapes, ice-cream, chocolate and instead of offering me to have dinner she ordered me to wash the grapes and bring them to her room…
When I put a big bowl with grapes in front of the girl she gestured to me to sit down at her feet. It was much better than returning to the corridor. I felt very happy to see and feel her close to me…

Helen started eating those wonderful green berries and was watching TV lazily. She ignored me as if I was transparent…

- You must be hungry, slave? – She suddenly asked me.

The indifference in her voice amazed me. She didn’t care whether I was hungry or not. She did anything she wanted with me, her thing…

- Yes, my Mistress, – I confessed, realizing that my reply would not change anything.

- Starving is useful, – she grinned. – Would you like some grapes?

- Oh… – I couldn’t believe that, – of course!

- Sure! – Helen tore one grape, – open your mouth and catch it!

I had barely grasped the meaning of that phrase and opened my mouth when the girl tossed the grape up in my direction. It hit me against the forehead and rolled aside…

Pause… Our eyes met… I saw her eyes were laughing at me, eyebrows went up as if asking me what I was waiting for…

I understood what she wanted from me, crept a bit aside and stretched my hand to the berry…

- Don’t use your hand! – I suddenly heard.

Oh… she was playing with me again… I stood on my fours, lowered my head and picked up the grape from the floor.

- Let’s do it once again! – My Mistress smiled when I sat down close to her.

Now I was ready, but still couldn’t catch the grape. I noticed where it rolled to…

- You’re awkward, slave! I dislike that! – Helen said discontentedly. – Pick it up…

I had to do it once again seeing the girl’s mocking look.
“I have to try hard, – I decided to myself, – if she doesn’t like something she will punish me fiercely…”

I nearly caught the third grape but it hit me against my chin and rolled far from me…

- Slave, you have two more attempts. If you don’t catch it, I’ll punish you! – That was her verdict and I had no doubts she would do that.

Of course she might be joking, having fun at me but for some reason I took all her words seriously. Only Helen was to decide whether to toughen my punishment or cancel it. I was just her slave and she acted in the way she wanted.

I concentrated having made up my mind to catch that damn grape at any rate. First of all it would help me to avoid the punishment and secondly I’d please my Mistress and show her I was prompt and easily trained.

Helen was very experienced in revealing people’s good traits and drawbacks. She called it ‘training’. She knew it was not easy and took a lot of time to make a normal man follow her rules and carry out her orders, being deprived of any freedom when she was close: freedom to act, think and make decisions.

When the slave was near her he had to understand he was only a SLAVE, a THING, not a person. It seemed to him it was just a game but she wanted something different. When they were together he had to forget that there was something beside her world. The slave had to remember and grasp she was a real Mistress for him, the one who his destiny depended on. All his motions had to be automatical, he had to think in the way she considered right. No habits, no wishes… Helen grinned. What habits and wishes a slave could have? She was the one to have them…

She wanted to create a perfect slave with whom she could always feel herself a Mistress with unlimited power she had constantly dreamt of. Her slave had to be her absolute possession. She wanted to control his life. The slave with no opinion, who wouldn’t be able to object he, her living toy which understood and felt everything, who realized his status… This was what she wanted. It would take much time but it was worth it…

The fourth grape I didn’t catch, it hit my chin and rolled somewhere. I sighed frustrated, being aware of the fact my Mistress felt displeased…

- The last attempt, slave! – The girl warned, watching me picking up the grape from the floor.

I returned to my place and concentrated. Helen smiled seeing her slave was staring her hand with the next berry. He looked like a pet and she liked that a lot. What was just a game for her was a serious thing for him.

She gave a tiny hint that she could punish him and he did his best to prevent that… Her slave understood that she had huge power and plenty of opportunities in her hands. She could think of any new kind of punishment.

Helen realized she was becoming his real Mistress more and more, HE considered her his Mistress. It amused her a lot… It could be even easier than she had expected…

The game was so inoffensive but I took it too seriously… as if my destiny depended on it…
Can you imagine my joy of catching that fifth grape??? I was so proud of myself…

- Good job, slave! – She was quiet and calm as usual.

She knew he hadn’t deserved too much of a praise. She decided to stop here. Five grapes were enough for him, though she knew he hadn’t eaten anything today. Her slave had just coped with the task, nothing more…

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