Nadia put the finishing touches in the
seven tier cake and wheeled it into the truck. She checked the time
on her phone and then clocked out. She walked the fifteen blocks to
her 5th floor apartment. Walking in she locked the three
deadbolt locks and the chain. She stripped down and climbed into the
shower. All she was able to think about was Him. The way that he
touched her. The way he commanded her with so few words. Her body was
worked hard and she had been so willing to give herself to Him. She
had not called him back yet. She was worried. She was not a model she
was not like the other women that she had watched come and go for
interviews. But she needed to be wanted. She would give anything for
that again and forever. She wondered what she would offer him. She
was poor barely employed at the bakery. 16 hours a week was not the
greatest pay. Jasper said he would get her more hours but it was not
happening. Her studio apartment was in the bad side of town. The walk
to his house was scary for her but the reward was worth it. She
walked to the mirror and looked at her self. Large hips good for
birthing is what her mother would say. She looked at her large
breasts with discontent. They where to big to be perky. Her skin was
pasty white with a few freckles. A tear slipped down her check. She
walked to the phone and brought up his contact information. Her thumb
wavered over the call button. What would she say? What would he say?
Could she take that kind of rejection? The anxiety built up in her
stomach. She jammed her thumb on the button and raised the phone to
her ear.
The phone rang three times and then He
picked up the phone. “Hello Ms. Dresden, I was expecting your
call.” His voice was deep and hungry. “Yes, I would like to
inform you that I have very little to offer you but I... I want to
accept your offer.” Her voice a cracked whisper. “Excellent. You
will receive an email in 10 minutes with the information you will
need. I will see you in 80 hours.” His deep voice had the edge of
command. She simply responded with, “Yes Sir.” Then waited for
him to hang up the phone. She stood there for what seems only a
moment staring at the phone. Then she walked over to her computer and
open her email account. The email was there, the title was simply
“Instructions.” As she read the email there was a knock on the
door. She hastily closed the lap top and answered the door. There
stood a man about six foot tall wearing a hooded long coat, a gas
mask, black military gear. He offered her a envelope. “A friend of
mine wanted me to give you these. He said you would be expecting
me.” his voice sounded strong and firm but has a quality, in her
mind, like a body being drug across gravel. “Yes, I was expecting
you.” She takes the envelope and steps to the side letting him in
the apartment. She closed and locked the door. He walks to her bed
and sets down a large duffel bag and unzips it slowly. “Are you
prepared?”He asks her without turning around. “I... I guess so.”
her reply was soft and weak. She stood and removed her clothing then
she kneeled in the floor next to him. “I am ready to pay you for
your service to my Sir.” Her voice unsure. “He turned and looked
at her. She could not see his eyes through the smoked glass of the
goggles. He walked up to her slowly his heavy boots hitting the floor
like thunder in her ears. He stood in front of her for a long moment
then lifted her to her feet with his finger under her chin. “Pay me
for my service? What currently will you offer me?” she looked to
the floor as she was instructed in the letter, “My body is my
currency.” he looks at her for a long moment and then asks, “Is
this what you desire. To be my plaything. To be a toy for my lust and
desires?” she whispers, “No. It is what my Sir desires of me. I
will do as I am commanded.” He sits in the chair his eyes watch her
from behind. “Why, does he mean so much to you.” she spoke in
reverence, “No he does not. The idea of Him does. I do not know him
well enough to love him. I serve him because I feel free when I do. I
want to know him, I want to love him. I want to need him.” a tear
slipped down her check the bitterness of her life welled up inside
her. Hardening herself she states, “I am yours to do with as you
chose. As per my masters behest.”
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