Rachel stood diligently at the heavy oak front door of her master's house. He should have been home from work an hour ago and she was beginning to get worried. It was their anniversary after all, and she was looking forward to any surprises he might have planned.
Rachel ran her hands over her milky naked body. It was soft and supple from all the lotions and oils she was told to anoint herself with every night. Apart from a few tiny love bruises on her thighs, her flesh was smooth and glistening; she no longer had to shave. Her master had spent good money on laser hair removal for her, so she could concentrate on other tasks. The only makeup she wore was a bit of mascara, and some bright red lipstick, which she felt brought out the best in her face. It matched her head of flowing red hair perfectly.
With sparkling emerald eyes she looked around the foyer and beyond. She had cleaned the house making sure everything was tidy and put away. She had vacuumed, done the dishes, and pulled the weeds from the garden. She liked simple tasks she could accomplish with her hands and couldn't wait for her master to reward her for a job well done.
Rachel turned her leash over and over in her hands. It was a simple length of black leather that connected to a small metal ring on her collar. It was the only thing she was allowed to wear and she loved it. She couldn't believe that it had been a full year since she had devoted herself to her master and received it.
She remembered flashes of their first week together.
"And I can stop by whenever I want to check on her?" Jess's voice was firm.
"Of course," Mr. Andrews said, "weekly, daily, in the middle of the night, I know you want accountability. I promise you I will take good care of your friend."
"You better, cause if you go too far with this I will fucking ruin you."
"I believe it. You have my contacts and collateral information should I do otherwise. We've only just met, I'd be shocked if you did trust me."
"People on the internet are difficult to trust." Jess turned to her, "I mean it, Rachel, if this guy hurts you in any way that you don't want to be hurt, you let me know, okay? I'll be back soon."
"I will. I love you, Jess."
"I love you too."
She watched as her best friend pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the road.
She had often tried to explain the kind of relationship she wanted to Jess. She had known her since grade school, and could tell her girlfriend everything, but more often than not she had a difficult time explaining her more submissive desires. They had already tried two terrible masters, and Rachel was losing hope.
She just wanted to be a slave. To be devoted to single simple cause. To her being a slave was not about being a doormat. She didn't want to be a plaything for some crazy abusive asshole. To her it was more like being a conduit, a lightning rod for your master's emotions. She wanted to feel everything he felt, his joys, his pains, his fears, and pleasures, all of it she wanted to be funneled into her. She wanted to be someone's release after a hard day.
Whether he wanted to fuck her, or make her do chores, or whatever, she wanted to be the person he poured his achievements and failures through. She wasn't stupid; she knew such a relationship was a longshot. She wasn't some broken girl that couldn't make a living on her own, this was her choice, to her being a slave was the most romantic prospect she could fathom.
"Come inside," Mr. Andrews said, "I'll give your duties, and explain what I expect of you."
"Yes, master."
The inside of the estate was quite impressive. Two stories of rustic appeal, with large grand rooms and expensive looking furniture, it was filled with floor to ceiling windows, which allowed sunlight to stream in and nurture the numerous potted plants spotted throughout.
The house itself sat relatively isolated just outside the busy town to the north.
She looked to her master. He was handsome, though not extremely so. He was tall and well-groomed with short brown hair and delicate blue eyes, but looked as if he worked a tiring day job.
"I expect you to do work. When I come home I would like the entire house cleaned. I have written specific tasks down for you to follow. You are to remain naked at all times so I suggest you disrobe now. If you are good, and you please me you will be rewarded. If you displease I will punish you in equal manner to your transgression." Mr. Andrews grabbed something from his pocket as Rachel undressed, her panties falling to the floor silently. "This is your collar," he gently snapped it around her neck, "you belong to me now. I hope you will find me worthy of such devotion."
It was from there that Rachel had learned his schedule. She was to wake him at six every morning with a blowjob, then bath him, and cook him breakfast before he went to work. He was a cardiologist, and was away a good 8 hours of the day.
From there she attended to the estate, cleaning, cooking dinner, and watering plants. That day her master had wanted her to remove a stump in the backyard.
She took an ax and a length of rope and worked for long hours, trying to remove the piece of lumber. The coarse rope dug into her shoulder as she tried in vain to uproot the final piece wood. She was panting and soaked with sweat. Her body was itchy from where the tall grass had tickled her naked flesh.
She took in deep breath as she saw her master approaching. She had taken too long with the stump, she hadn't had time to shower and make herself presentable. Her pale skin was sunburned. She wore no makeup and her fiery red hair was wet and plastered to her face with sweat. Rachel was shaking, and covered in goosebumps, she wondered what punishment she would receive for not finishing on time.
She looked to her master with watery eyes. "I'm so sorry! I should've worked harder. I know I'm not presentable! Please punish me as you see fit!"
Her master had only smiled as he brushed the salty hair from her eyes. "Now why would I do that? You tried your best, and you look adorable."
"Please master I failed you. I deserve nothing but punishment."
"Very well." He sat on the remaining chunk of stump and beckoned her over his knee. He landed several swift strikes to her bare bottom, turning it red. "Do not let this happen again."
"I won't."
"Good, now it's time to reward you for the attempt."
"I don't deserve--"
