My cage was being rattled and Mistress Bergenia faded. "Baby, time to get up." Groggily, I moved to rub my eyes and groaned when I pulled hard on the cuffs. I was still strapped in, and my ass had gone numb. Numb was good right now. I shifted a bit so I could rub my face on my upper arm. I knew I hadn't gotten much rest last night, between the dream and the wool blanket under me. I groaned again.
"Come on, Baby, rise and shine." I fixed Kitten with the meanest stare I could muster, and she laughed, "You're going to have to do better then that, Baby. That look wouldn't scare a fly."
I wanted to lay here, scratchy blanket and all and muse over my dream. Had it really been a year since I had graduated? A year with Master, our anniversary was here.
I looked out at Kitten through the mesh of the cage and started to cry. I had graduated with honors and look where I was – in a cage, not my Masters bed. Mistress Bergenia would skin me alive. I sighed, thinking, just as Master had done. Sniffling a little, I again rubbed my eyes on my arm.
Kitten opened the cage door and move behind it to release me. I sat up in the cage. "Come on, Baby, out." I had to undo my feet; in a way another form of humiliation and I cried in my heart a little more.
What was today? Egad Sunday. Looking at the clock it was six o'clock. I had to get up. Master had told me we were going to do something special today, just the two of us, to celebrate our year together. I wondered if he still wanted to after how bad I had been.
I crawled out of the cage and stood. I caught a glimpse of my backside in the mirror, red and raw. I slowly made my way to the bathroom and removed my cuffs, placing them on the table next to the door. Leaning over and taking off my ankles, I sighed again thinking: "Only when I am displeased will you have to do for yourself," Master had said once. This meant he was still upset.
Turning on the water I soaped up and rinsed off quickly. Climbing out kitten handed me a towel. "He is still really upset, Kitten."
"He grunted he wanted his breakfast. So I came to get you."
"You know today has been one year that I have belonged to Master?" She rubbed some cream on my back and rear. "One year since Mistress Bergenia gave me to him. After the last two days, Kitten, I feel I have let them both down, and you too."
"Baby, we all have those days," she said as she slapped my rear playfully, "Go get dressed," and she turned and left the room.
Raising my hands to my hair and letting it out of its confines I let it drop around me and began brushing it out, when…
I was standing in Mistress Bergenia office my hands on my neck in position back straight chest out; legs slightly spread ready for inspection. She had her crop in hand and was leaning back against her desk.
Raising the crop she tapped both my nipples. The wax had just been replaced for the third time, marking my one-month at the Academy. Sliding the crop over my stomach and down over my mound, she began to talk.
"Zack called to get a progress report on you, Baby. So I have lined up live feed to show him your progress. Turn to you right and hold this position. Look into the camera, because you will be looking into Zacks’ eyes." Mistress Bergenia tapped my clit twice with the crop.
I did as I was told and saw not only the camera but also a monitor with Zacks’ face. He smiled and I heard, "Good morning, Baby. You’re looking quite pert this fine day. Mistress Bergenia tells me you are coming long rather nicely. Proceed Bergenia, let’s see what she's accomplished."
With the last syllable, Smack and an explosion of pain crashed through my body radiating from both cheeks. I swayed a bit from the contact but didn't break position by stepping away. I could feel the tears in the corner of my eyes.
"What do you want to tell Zack, Baby, before we continue with your evaluation?"
"Thank you, Zack. You were right, this is what I needed." My voice seemed to be clearer, more relaxed even to my ears.
"I'm proud of you baby."
Shaking my head I heard Kitten say, "Baby you about done in there, its going on seven. Come on, he's waiting."
I shook my head to clear it and laid the brush down on the counter. I raised my head high and literally marched to the kitchen. I'd hear those words again. I'd make my Master proud of me again. I needed to see that glow back in his eyes. I needed him.