In the kitchen, I fried rice. At the announcement, I carried a plate of chicken, rice, asparagus, and salad out to Lauren, kneeling before her and offering it to her. Later, I retrieved her plate. While others worked on desserts, I cleaned dinner plates. alexa’s instructed me on the process.
“Use this large metal bowl for the chicken, and this one for the rice. Scrape whatever’s left on their plates into the bowls.”
“We save what they didn’t eat? What they’ve already eaten from?”
“Where do you think our dinner comes from?”
“So we don’t make extra for us slaves?”
“Not allowed. We only eat what they leave on their plates.”
“Ummm…OK.”
So I scraped bits of mostly-eaten chicken breasts, and little bits of rice into the bowls. Later, after dessert, after clean-up, I knelt with the others holding a small paper plate with bits of chicken and some clumpy rice, trying to eat it all by hand, wondering whose used fork had touched it, reminding myself who I was, what I was, reminding myself to submit.
After dinner, in Lauren’s room, I knelt at the end of her bed. Lauren rested her bare feet on her suitcase, her legs hanging over the bed.
“You may massage my left foot, slave.”
“Thank you, Lauren!”
I took Lauren’s foot in my hands and began to massage, this time without any lotion. I took a very deep breath. This was heaven.
“Tomorrow’s a big day, slave. A big day for both of us. Are you excited?”
“Yes, Lauren.”
“Good. You’ve been such a good boy, slave. I want you to know that I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Lauren!”
“It’s close enough to slave bedtime. Time for you to go to the cell.”
“Yes, Lauren.”
Once again, the feeling of my naked flesh against the sticky mat accompanied me to sleep. I slept between zoe’s and lyla’s, dreaming of Lauren. At some point, strangely, I dreamt of Elyse. I was completely out, so exhausted that I didn’t wake until the buzzer shocked me back to awareness.
Once again, I endured the awkward formation of the line, waiting for the cold showers, as a couple women performed semen check. I slowly made my way down the length of the cell and up the stairs. The same woman stood at the top, directing slaves into the shower. When I reached her, however, I was in for a surprise.
“No shower yet, lauren’s. Stand off to the side, with the others. And don’t bow and answer. No speaking today.”
Two other slaves were standing in a little opening across the hall. Confused, I walked over to join them. Waiting with the other two slaves, I wondered what was happening. From the looks on their faces, they didn’t seem to know. Eventually, others joined us. elyse’s was ushered into the group, as were emma’s and makenna’s. Several others that I didn’t know joined as well. Eventually, twelve of us stood awkwardly, waiting for instructions.
Looking around at the others, it appeared we were the new slaves. We stood anxiously, trying to be still. Several minutes after the last showers were finished, we were approached by a very pretty woman who appeared to be in her thirties.
“Time for your showers. Take your time today. You all need to be squeaky clean and presentable.”
We filed into the shower room. Today, the showers weren’t exactly hot, but they weren’t freezing cold. They were sort of warm, at least for us. We were watched over by several women, but they didn’t rush us along. We took our time showering, brushing our teeth, and shaving. Each of us had a clean, dry towel to use. At the end of the room, the same woman was waiting for us.
“Follow me.”
We all obeyed, following in a tight naked bunch behind her, down corridors and around corners, until we were outside, all standing in front of a large brick wall beside the house. We faced a large grouping of wheel barrows, each filled with vines, twigs, or flowers. The woman turned and addressed us.
“Today is an important day for each of you. Today, you will not speak. You will listen closely to everything that you’re told, and you will obey.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman turned and walked away. None of us spoke, of course, but we looked at each other and wondered. Then we waited, and we waited some more.
After an hour or so, a group of slaves walked out to us, carrying paper bowls and cups. We were each given a bowl with some hashbrowns and fruit, remains of breakfast, and a cup of water.
“Don’t speak. Just eat.”
We did so, all of us, as the other slaves waited, then took our trash, again leaving us alone.
Time crept by, slowly. At least another hour went by. Finally, from around the corner, a group of the owners appeared. Lauren was among them. I sighed at the sight of her. Elyse was in the group too, as were several others. Lauren approached me. She smiled.
“Kneel, slave.”
I did so, knees in the grass, wondering what was going to happen. Rather than tell me, Lauren walked to one of the wheel barrows. Other owners were doing so as well. Each owner, and the other women present, searched through the vines, twigs, and flowers as if they were shopping for just the right ones.
“How about this?”
“That might work. Or wait – look over here!”
Talking and laughing, they joked with each other as they gathered their materials. These women were all beautiful, and hearing them carrying on adorably with each other led me to forget, just for a moment, how intimidating each of them could be as a slave owner.