"If we are in a busy grocery store and I order you remove all your clothing and masturbate on the floor, would you pause to wonder if I really meant it?""Absolutely not" I answered.
"Good!" Carla said.
I guess I learned my lesson over the weekend.
A slave should follow orders without question, regardless of the demand. To do that, I must not doubt, fear, or worry about what I am asked to do. It's the master's job to know what is within the limits of my safety, and my job to have faith in my master.
On Friday, Carla and I were preparing to spend an afternoon at the coffee shop, something we do a lot together. She was picking out something for me to wear, while I stood nude waiting to see what she would settle with.
Someone rang the doorbell. Carla answered. There was a lady, and the two of them talked for awhile. It was not a friendly exchange. I kept hearing Carla say, "I know, I know, I know."
Carla called for me and said that I would need to go with this lady. I noticed two men waiting by the door. We all left the apartment. The lady had me get into her car. "Just do what she tells you to do" I heard Carla say. The two men escorted Carla to another car, and they drove away.
The lady, who appeared to be in her 50s, put a blindfold on me telling me that I wasn't allowed to see where we were going.
We drove for what seemed like an hour. There were a lot of turns, and eventually it seemed she got onto the freeway. When we arrived, she escorted me out of the car. We got inside of a house, and she took the blindfold off. It was a large house, very well appointed.
"You are now mine!" she said. "You will do exactly as I order you to do, you understand?"
I made a face. I didn't know who she was. I asked her where Carla went. She only said that it was no longer any of my business to worry about Carla. I thought this was a joke. I stood there and shook my head and smiled and laughed.
"Here, let me show you something" she said. She had this high-society-like voice, almost something you'd expect from a millionaire-snob on Martha's Vineyard.
She walked me into another room and turned on the lights. "This is your room" she said. "Later this evening a friend of mine will be over to train you, you understand?"
She closed the door on her way out, which apparently has a lock on the outside, and left me alone. I was still hadn't put any clothes on the whole time. There was a chest of drawers but nothing in it. There was also a closet with nothing inside. There was only a bed with a nightstand, lamp, and a clock. Attached to the bedroom was a bathroom.
I sat on the bed and wondered "What the fuck? This has to be a joke!"
So it was close to 7:30pm when the lady opened up the door and had me put on a blindfold. "Are we going somewhere else?" I asked. This time she swatted my ass with a little cane of hers, which stung like a bitch. I yelled out a screech. She twisted my arm and forced me to the floor, and then swatted my ass again twice. "You are to do as I say!" Then she put the blindfold on me.
She escorted me up a set of stairs and then into some other room.
She told me to sit on my knees.
Moments later a person walked up to me and bumped me. I put my arms out in reaction. This was a female, and she was nude.
"Lara, eat her pussy right now!" the lady demanded.
My first thought is, "I'm not going to touch this thing. I don't know who the fuck this is."
So I said, "Look, I'm sorry but I'm not your fucking slave", and I started to pull the blindfold off. What I found was Carla standing right in front of me!
She had her arms folded, looking right down at me with a disappointed look. "I thought I told you to do what she says!"
I was in absolute shock. I literally started crying right there. I embarrassed and speechless.
Carla drove us back to the apartment, and that's when she lectured me never to doubt her orders. I realized that yes, it was all a joke, but not really. I learned that I can always trust Carla, and need not think twice about what she asks of me.
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