The lamp flicks on jarring me from my sleep. I’m so tired I can barely open my eyes. I just want to go back to sleep. I hope Master doesn’t tell me to get up because I don’t know if I could even if I wanted to.
I roll over in bed and pull the sheets closer to me. I shiver hard and let out a soft whine as the movement jars my leg.
It hurts a lot, but my old master always told me only ungrateful people complain. And I don’t want Master to think I’m ungrateful, because he is truly the best thing that has ever happened to me.
As I’m about to drift back asleep, his panicked voice echoes around the room. “Louis, this is Officer Rylan I need to speak to Carrie. It’s an emergency.”
I wonder what’s wrong. Is Master being called into work?
I squint against the harsh light and try to see Master. I feel the bed dip and he grabs my legs.
I let out a sharp cry and he hushes me as he wraps my leg tightly in the sheets. I squeal and try to hold my breath, trying to hold back my tears as he presses on my stitches.
I didn’t mean to anger Master, but I must have because he is having to punish me.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I whimper, hiding my head in the pillows.
The light is far to bright and my head is swirling. He doesn’t listen though and continues to talk into his cell phone.
“I don’t know what to do. I woke up and we were both covered in blood, her stitches must of come out.” Master says.
Covered in blood? Is Master okay?
I try to sit up to check on Master, but he pushes me back down. “I don’t know. Please just get here quickly.” Master says finally putting his phone down.
“Leah,” he says tilting my head. I think he is about to choke me, but he doesn’t and instead presses his fingers to my pulse. “Leah, talk to me,” Master says lightly slapping my check.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I apologize, continuing to cry.
I see the blood covered sheets and I cry even harder. I ruined them. He is never going to let me sleep with him again.
He doesn’t comment about the sheets at all though, picking up his phone again and calls someone else, “Troy, I’m so sorry. Leah is hurt. Can you bring Melissa over here as soon as possible? Carrie is coming soon, but I don’t know what to do. There is blood everywhere.”
I remember Troy from last night and I hope Master doesn’t let him touch me.
I’m so confused as to what is happening right now.
Master sounds scared as he talks on the phone about me being hurt, but he also is punishing me which is hurting. So why is Master scared to hurt me while he is punishing me? Shouldn’t punishment hurt?
I don’t know how I ruined Master’s sheets, but I did. Now he probably won’t ever let me sleep in his bed again.
“No, no, no,” he says, pulling my head into his lap “You’re being such a good girl,” he says to me before talking in the phone again.
A few more words are exchanged over the phone and he hangs up again. “I didn’t mean to ruin your bed, Master,” I say through tears.
“Shh”, he coos. “It’s not your fault, Darling,” he says before Officer Troy walks in with Carrie and another boy and girl.
“Hey, Leah,” Carrie says, coming over to us and getting up on Master’s bed.
I don’t like her, especially not here.
Master’s room was for Master and she seemed out of place in it.
“I know you’re scared and in pain right now, but we want to help you,” she says to me.
I don’t really like her.
She seems nice, but I trust Master more. I back into his lap even more and he wraps his strong arms around me protectively.
“Listen, Darling,” he says pulling the sheets away from my leg. “This is Troy’s submissive, Melissa. She is a nurse and she needs to look at your leg,” Master says.
I shake my head no, but know that I have no say in the matter. I hide my face in Master’s chest as Melissa comes over and takes Carrie’s place. Master pulls my legs apart and holds my other leg away from my wound, so Melissa can have a better view.
I blush deeply in mortification as I’m completely exposed to everyone in the room.
Master said I wasn’t in trouble, but it sure seems like he is trying to humiliate me. “It’s okay, Honey. Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Melissa comforts me as I try to pull my legs together. “It looks like you ripped out all of your stitches. Have you been partaking in any... mmm vigorous activities?” she asks me.
Well, she really asks Master because she looks up at him. “No we haven’t,” he says making me blush even deeper as I realize what she was really asking.
“She did clean the house today though.” Master says, gently rubbing up and down my thigh.
“With her just having suffered a major injury?” Carrie asks almost accusingly.
Her tone is nasty and I try to hide away from it in Master’s chest.
He said it wasn’t my fault, but this seems like it is all my fault.
Melissa takes a wash cloth and compresses my leg for a little bit before she leaves the room with her Master.
“I told her to do whatever she wanted when I left and she decided to clean,” Master defends as he readjusts me in his lap. “I didn’t know she would strain herself so much,” He says kissing my head. I smile at the gesture and nuzzle into him making him give me more kisses.
Melisa rushes back into the room with Troy not far behind. She’s holding a black box in her hand. She sets it on the bed and I lean over to look inside as she opens it. There are a lot of add tools inside that I can’t image a function for.
She pulls out a needle and some thick thread and I immediately retreat into Master’s lap. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry I’ll be better.” I sob trying to get away.
He doesn’t let me get very far, he just holds me in his arms and forces my legs open, “I know, Darling, I know. You’re not in trouble, this is so you feel better,” Master says.
I keep struggling against him though and Melissa has to wait for me to calm down. “Leah... Leah, listen!” Master snaps harshly. I still and tears continue to run down my face, “You trust me, don’t you?” He asks petting my head. “You said it yourself, I know best, right?”
“Yes, Master,” I croak out looking up at him.
“Well then, let Melissa give you stitches. She’s not gonna try to hurt you, and I’m right here, okay. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you,” Master says, slowly pulling my legs apart.
“Do you mind if I hold her other leg?” Troy asks coming up behind Melissa.
“She’s not gonna hurt me, Troy,” Melissa says to her Master. I gasp quietly as she says his name.
Master pets my head and I lean into his touch. “It’s alright. I understand,” Master says, pulling blankets over my body, so I’m not so exposed, “You remember Troy. He’s gonna hold one of your legs, so you don’t accidentally hurt Melissa while she’s stitching you up,” he says and I nod having no other choice.
I shake slightly and reluctantly let him pull my legs apart. “You’re doing so good,” Master says and I snuggle into his stomach trying to distract myself from the pain in my leg.
I look over at Carrie and the other boy to distract myself. He is hugging and speaking to her in a soft tone, too quiet for my ears to pick up. He rubs her arms and I wonder if she is his Mistress.
After a few more minutes of laying in the uncomfortable position, I try to adjust my legs. As I try to move though, Master’s and Officer Troy’s grip tighten. “I won’t kick her,” I promise, trying to shift around to a more comfortable position.
At my words, the two Masters glance at one anther. Master releases my leg slowly and pats my thigh, rubbing it up and down. Officer Troy simply releases my leg with a tight smile and continues to watch his submissive.
I lay down a little more moving my head off Master’s lap and let out a deep sigh. My eyes are tired and I want to sleep again, but I don’t think I’m aloud to yet, so I just watch how many times the fan above our heads rotates.
It’s kinda weird, it’s winter and the fan is on, but I don’t mind it. Master’s hand eventually finds its way in mine and I find myself quickly infatuated with how my small hand fits in his.
“How are you feeling? It looks like she’s almost done,” Master suddenly asks me.
“Good, Master,” I say, “....I’m sorry I woke you up... and ruined your sheets... and threw a tantrum,” I apologize quietly looking down.
Master lifts my chin, “It’s okay. I’d much rather get you help sooner than later, Darling and the sheets can always be cleaned,” he says kissing my head. “And as for your tantrum, you were just scared and did whatever a scared person does, Darling. You will always be my sweet good girl.”
Melissa finishes up quickly and gives me a pill. She says it will be good for the pain. I just nod and take it before snuggling back in bed.
I just want to go to bed, but Master keeps talking with his friend Troy, Melissa and Carrie. They whisper, talking back and forth quietly.
I could easily fall asleep, but I want to wait for Master to come snuggle with me again. I also need him to give me permission to sleep, I don’t want to do so without his permission.
They speak in small voices and I don’t think I’m suppose to be listening, but I can’t help it as I lie and wait for Master to come join me.
“Rylan, you have to be more careful with her. I know you’re taking care of her, but it doesn’t look good that she is injured the first day you have her,” Carrie says sighing.
“I know, I know. I just... I didn’t think she would do anything while I was gone. I told her she could do whatever she wanted,” he said running his hands over his face. “I just will have to be more careful.”
“You can’t leave her alone anymore. Not until you know for sure she is okay and can take care of herself.” Carrie says looking over at me. She sees me looking at them and smiles softly. I squeeze the pillow in my arms tightly.
It makes me nervous that they are talking about me. My old Master would always talk about me as if I wasn’t there, but he never sounded so concerned.
Carrie looks over at Master and he turns around looking at me. I hide part of my face in the pillow and just let my eyes poke out over the top.
Master just smiles at me before turning back to his conversation. “I won’t leave her alone anymore. I have two weeks off and then after that I can talk to my mother,” Master says sighing again.
I feel bad and useless as they keep talking about me. I know they aren’t trying to be mean, but it still hurts.
I don’t realize I’m crying until I feel Master caressing my face. “Shhh. It’s okay, Love,” he says crouching in front of me. “I’m sorry we didn’t mean to upset you.”
I sniffle and hide my face in the pillow when I feel the bed dip. Master pulls my head into his lap. He pets my hair and I feel the other side of the bed dip, “It’s okay hun. I’m sorry we were talking about you. We just care about you a lot and want to make sure we are doing everything we can to make sure you’re okay,” Carrie says patting my back.
I look up over at her and she smiles before grabbing her submissive’s hand and standing up. “You both look tired and I should get Louis home,” she says squeezing her sub’s hand. He smiles at her and they wave before leaving.
“We should be heading home too,” Officer Troy says walking over to us with Melissa on his hip.
“You have to take it easy until you’re fully healed, okay?” Melissa says bending down to my eye level.
I nod, knowing following her directions will make Master’s life easier. “Make sure to check her stitches everyday. A little pink is fine, but if it’s red and hot to the touch call immediately,” Melissa instructs Master.
She gives Master a few more instructions before they bid us a good night and show themselves out.
As they leave, Master pulls me into his lap in a sitting position and kisses my shoulder. “I’m sorry you got hurt and had to wake up early, Leah, and I’m sorry we hurt your feelings. I just haven’t been thinking lately,” Master says, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I shouldn’t have left you alone or let you go to bed when I saw your stitches were irritated.”
He nuzzles into my neck and I turn around in his lap and cup his large head in my hands. His tired eyes look up at me and I pull him into my chest, “You don’t have to apologize to me Master.” I assure him, playing with his soft hair.
I keep thinking about what my Master and Carrie were talking about.
I can take care of my self, can’t I?
I feel guilty now. I shouldn’t be a burden to Master.
“It’s not your fault I can’t take care of myself, Master.” I say softly looking down in shame. “I promise I will try harder and-”
“Leah,” Master says looking up at me. “Leah, it’s not your fault and... and we shouldn’t have said that.”
“But it’s true. I can’t take care of myself and I only make your life more miserable.”
I try so hard to make Master’s life easier, but instead I just make it even harder.
“You don’t make my life miserable at all,” He says pulling me into a bear hug, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
I smile at him and give him a big hug. My old master never would have said something like that. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me too.”