I fired up the stove and quickly made Master his favorite omelet which Kitten took out to him on the veranda. I started to take it to him when she told me to go to his study and wait for him there.
I dragged my feet getting to the study and flopped down on my pillow in front of his desk. Taking the kneeling position, as was my custom, my head drooped and my chin rested on my chest.
The clock chimed eight when the door opened and Master came in. I glanced up and froze, in his hand he carried a sleeve. I shivered in fear. I felt tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. I know I had embarrassed Master, and hung my head in shame.
He stood behind me. "You know what to do, Baby, do so now."
I placed both hands behind my back and he slipped on the sleeve and zipped my arms into it. The zipper clasps snapped on the D-ring on the back of my collar.
I caught a glimpse of Kitten moving to my left and watched as she knelt by Master's desk. Master slowly circled me.
I felt so guilty, I looked up, my eyes big with the need to make amends; I bit my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. I so wanted to beg him for forgiveness, to have him hold me and tell me he would help me do better in the future. I had to drop my eyes and look at his shoes, I had not been given permission to either talk or make eye contact.
His brown penny loafers made one more trip around me, before going to the side of the desk where Kitten was kneeling. I peeked up and watched as he leaned back against the desk and nodded once to her.
I watched her hands reach up and undo his belt, the snap of his pants, his zipper, and eased out his already hard cock. I licked my lips as I continued to watch her take him into her mouth.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as she sucked on his shaft. I needed to hold him in mine, I needed to feel his hands on my head as I showed him how much I needed him. Yet, it was Kitten, caressing and feeding from him.
With each pump in and out her red soft lips pressed tightly around him, a band slowly tightened around my heart and my shame multi-plied. With a snap of his fingers, she stopped and rolled, over palms on floor and ass up in the air to him.
In one smooth stroke he was inside her. Her back arched and her head was up. A smile that would have done the Cheshire cat proud graced her lips.
She looked over at me with a smug grin and winked as Master's body tensed. I knew he was filling her with his juices. My mind screamed out, those are mine, not yours, Kitten. This was another part of my punishment, watching another service him, but my humiliation was not complete. Master pulled out of Kitten, swatted her upturned ass once and moved to stand in front of me.
He uttered one word, "Clean."
Taking him into my mouth I tasted the mixture of his and Kitten’s desire. The salty sweet taste that always pleased me so, made me want to gag. He wasn't here for my pleasure; I wasn't here for his. I was to clean up the mess; nothing more, nothing less. I was an in-animate object to be used and discarded as he saw fit. I attempted to caress his now flagging cock with my tongue, to re-ignite the passion in him but he tapped me on the head to let me know that was not what I was here for.
I was allowed to suck and lick for just a few moments before he pulled out of my mouth and walked away. "Put her in the van, Kitten, I'll be ready to leave in a half-hour." He left the room.
Kitten attached a leash to my collar and tugged it once so I would rise to my feet. My heart was hurting so badly I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Tears flowed hot and hard down my cheeks. I had ruined the most important relationship of my life.
I gulped in air as she slid the cargo door open and crawled in, tugging on the leash for me to follow. She placed me in the middle kneeling then attached the chain from the roof of the van to the sleeve at my wrist; this threw me forward with my head down. Once she had me in place she slipped out of the van and slammed the door tight.
Naked I knelt, sobs racking my body. He's going to return me. He’s going to return me, echoed over in my mind. My year of service was up, I was found to be lacking and he was returning me. Over and over it played through my head.
He got in, buckled up and started the van. I felt my shoulders start to strain from trying to look up at him, but in this position it was impossible. Attempting to control my crying. I whispered, "Master," only to receive a 'shhh' in reply.
We drove on through the countryside, I saw shadows of the trees on the floor of the van. His window was open and the chilly morning air caressed my nipples till they were hard little knots of throbbing nerves pulsing through me. I had to shift because it tickled my clit; the way Kitten had attached my arms I couldn't bring my legs together.
He had made a sharp right that threatened to pull my arms out of their sockets and came to an abrupt stop. Lowering the window he spoke into the intercom. I heard a motor kick in and the gates of the Academy open.
The canopy of oaks still blocked out the sun as they did the first day Zack had brought me here. I that heartbreaking feeling of loss as I sobbed silently. We stopped and the van door was opened. I turned my head to see who was there to greet us.
I let out a low moan when I made eye contact with Cathy. She reached in and undid the chain to the sleeve. Christy tugged on the leash. I pulled back not wanting to go with them. Cathy grabbed my upper arm and hauled me out of the van. My legs were unsteady and my knees buckled. Christy took my other side and they dragged me up the ramp.
About halfway up my mind must have snapped, because I got my feet under me and broke free of their hold. Both made a lunge for me. I screamed and was turning to bolt back to the van when I collided with Master. His arms wrapped around me but I was still in a state of frenzy, until his lips touched my neck and he whispered, for the very first time, "I love you." I stopped dead in my tracks.
Cathy took my arm and led me up the ramp. I moved in a haze. All I knew was that my Master loved me; all would be right in my world.