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"Must you call me Master?" He groans, "Seriously, you must have realised by now that I'm not going to punish you for calling me Dan."
"There are rules Master." I say softly, unable to meet his gaze. For most of my life I've assumed that my knowledge of the world is incomplete. I mean, when your childhood is split between three grey concrete rooms there are bound to be gaps in your knowledge. My sisters never saw the problem, to them wanting to know more than we were taught was at best disobedient and at worse a death wish. Back then I dreamed of finding a Master who would let me explore the world. Now that I have one, I'm a little disturbed to find out there are things I know, that he doesn't.
"Surely if I'm the Master I set the rules?" He asks, pulling his plate towards him and taking the seat next to mine.
"Not these rules Master. There are things I'm not permitted to do, even if you order me to do so." I say apologetically.
"What things?"
"The overriding edicts: A Lower Vil will not diverge a prior owner's secrets, will at all times refer to their owner as Master or Mistress and..." I pause, "And will not strike their owner." I say guiltily.
Master looks at me intently, before gaining and popping a strawberry into his mouth. "Well as a very wise man once said: Rules are made to be broken." He turns to finish the last few segments of fruit adorning his plate, while I try and fight down a fresh dose of panic. What in stars name is he going to ask me to do? Rules are certainly not made to be broken, that's why they're rules!
"What's my name?" He asks suddenly, looking over at me. A smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
"Mast-"
"That's not my name." He interrupts me.
"Dan, Master." I say quickly, looking around in case anyone heard me.
"Good girl!"
The delight on his face is infectious, and I find myself beaming at him. It's the first time he's called me a good girl, the first time he's praised me and the sense of pride, of completeness is indescribable. High on my own elation I reach out for his cheek, catching myself just in time with a sudden jerk.
"You can touch Rose." Master says, still smiling.
His face still has a hint of stubble in the places he's missed, he must rush his morning routine. Is it because of me? It's not my place to tell my Master which room to sleep in, but surely he would be more comfortable in his own bed? My thumb brushes over his softly lips and something tingles low, low in my stomach.
"May I kiss you Master?" I ask, knowing it's wrong but unable to reign in my curiosity for the wonderful alien feeling of his mouth against mine.
"Yes, sweetie you may."
My lips meet his, tentative at first. Master said my goal in life was to find my own happiness. I don't think I really understand what he means, but as we melt into each other I think I might have an inkling. Because right now, I don't think I've ever been happier.
- COMMENTS
Ravey19almost 4 years agoStill some minor issues but still enjoying the ride.
Horseman68about 5 years agoBut, getting a bit tired of the continuing self-serving comments blown in by an ill wind. Just enjoy the good story.
illwindabout 6 years ago"Must you call me Master?" He groans, "Seriously, you must have realised by now that I'm not going to punish you for calling me Dan."
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How has he not 'realised' by now that she's far more comfortable calling him master? Seriously, what is with this guy? He refuses to in any way acknowledge the culture that has been ingrained in her and yet he expects her to fully accept his own.
After three chapters I just can't get into this one. Your concept was fascinating, but your execution has been frustrating.
Anonymousabout 7 years agoI love this story and like those before think the discreet points of view with the little details are wonderful. I do think the pov's could be better but... Let's just say if you're writing at a 7 and it could be a nine, my writing would be a two... in the negative :-P So criticism isn't mine to dole out.
I could talk for hour about the philosophies and ideals behind and surrounding this but I'd like to just say, cuz I couldn't hold it in, I am willing to conceive of a species that would better enjoy life being subservient but if I ever ran into it in reality I would scrutinize the hell out of that perspective and possibility. Let's just say I would be quick to own slave or at least spend time with them to flesh out the depths of theirs souls as it were, and if I could I would be quick to free them and champion freeing them. It would be a somewhat nuanced process that I could go on for hours and hours about maybe even write a book...HEY! If we ever find a subservient race I COULD HAVE BOOK DEAL!! Here's hoping for book deals! X-P
