Officer Rylan, or I guess I should say Master, held out his hand for me to take. I was still kneeling in front of him, so I could see he clearly wanted to take my hand.
His gestures of kindness still confused me. I didn’t understand why Officer Rylan, my new Master, would ever want to help me up.
He doesn’t want me permanently or perhaps is unsure about it I guess, but I am not going to give up. I want a home, a permanent home and Master is nice.
I don’t understand why he asked me to do things. Master could just command me and I would obey.
Is It because he thought I wouldn’t listen?
Master helps me up before placing his palm on my lower back and leading me to his black car. He takes me to the seat besides his and opens the door for me.
I wait for him to tell me where to sit. Most people would assume the seat, but sometimes my old Master made me sit on the floor, “Sit down,” Master says, gently patting my bottom.
“On the seat, Master?” I clarify, not wanting to earn a punishment so soon.
“Yes, Darling,” Master says with another one of those pity smiles.
I curse at myself for being so stupid.
Of course Master wanted me to sit on the seat, he would have told you specifically if he wanted you on the floor!
“Hey,” Master said gently, he sits down on the edge of the seat, facing me. He frowns as he strokes my cheek. “What’s wrong?” He asks me.
At his question, I feel more self loathing. I never meant for Master to tell I was upset. I was just showing him how much of a bad girl I was.
I want to stay with this Master and I am supposed to be really good, so he would want me, but I am not doing that very good.
“I’m okay, Master,” I say, giving him the best smile I can muster. He doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he just leans forward and plants his lips to my forehead.
He lets the kiss linger there before he pulls away and strokes my cheek again. I see his eyes linger on the bruise on my cheek and the fingerprints around my neck. He brushes his finger over them lightly.
My heart beats rapidly in my chest at his gentleness. I have wanted this for so long and I can’t mess this up, I have to make Master want me.
“I’m gonna go talk to my Sergeant. Stay here. I’m gonna close the door, but you can open it if you need to call for me,” Master says.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, looking down at my hands which are folded in my lap.
“Good girl,” he says, grabbing my hands and squeezing them. He exits the car and closes the door like he said he would. I smile at his praise and try to relax, my leg pulsing in pain where they had given me stitches.
I watch Master walk over to another man in a uniform which I assume is Master’s Sergeant. They talk for awhile, but I can’t hear what they are saying. I assume they are talking about me though because they keep looking back over at me.
I don’t want them to think I’m eavesdropping, so instead I turn away from the window and I busy myself with looking around at Master’s car.
Everything inside is black and there are lots of machines in the front like in my old Master’s car.
The door on the other side of the car swings open and Master sits down. “Ready?” He asks me rhetorically, but I nod anyways.
“Of course, Master,” I respond. Master starts the car and it roars to life. Unlike my old Master, he doesn’t blindfold me, so now I can watch through the window.
It’s very pretty outside, but I can’t get my mind off of what Master and his Sergeant were talking about.
I know it’s not my place to ask though, so I keep quiet. After a few minutes of silence, Master looks over at me and places his hand on my exposed thigh.
“What’s bothering you?” He asks, rubbing his thumb on my thigh. The movement doesn’t hurt, but it reminds me of the pain in my leg which I had somewhat been distracted from.
I contemplate telling him or not and figure I’d be a bad submissive if I didn’t tell him, “I was just curious about what you and your Sergeant were talking about, Master,” I admit softly, watching his expression closely for signs of anger.
My old Master used to get so angry when I asked questions, but something about my new Master tells me I don’t have to fear him like I did my old Master.
Master smiles over at me, “Oh we were just talking about how funny life works. Yesterday, I took the day off to go looking for a submissive. I obviously didn’t have any luck, so I came back to work and found you,” he says, looking over at me with a smile, “I would have been much less reluctant to come to work if I knew I was one traffic stop away from finding my submissive,” He says chuckling.
His story makes me smile. Something about it made me feel... special.
“Sergeant also wants me to take two weeks off, so I can get you settled in and fill out all the paperwork,” Master says, pulling into a driveway.
He opens the garage door and pulls inside. He pockets his keys and opens his door before getting out.
I follow him and wait outside the car for his directions. “Come, Darling,” he says, motioning me over towards him. I quickly follow him into the house, staying one pace behind.
“It’s not much,” Master says, scratching the back of his neck as we step inside his house.
“It’s beautiful, Master. I am grateful for you allowing me into your home,” I tell him sincerely. His house was very nice and I hoped to never leave. It wasn’t clean, but it didn’t smell of smoke like my old home.
Master smiles at me and walks past me to set his keys and wallet on the counter. “Go look around,” he commands, sending me off.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, more than happy to look around my new home. I walk through the kitchen and into the living room, examining this unfamiliar environment. My eyes come onto his couch and a part of me hopes he will let me sit on it and snuggle with him one time.
Pushing that thought away, I head down a hallway towards what I assume to be the bedroom. The first door on my left is open and I can see what appears to be the playroom. I don’t pay much attention to the room, startled by it.
I quickly move further down the hall where I find a bathroom. Surprisingly, everything is somewhat clean. No, it isn’t how he would be coming home to it anymore, but the place wasn’t trashed.
At the very end of the hallway, there is a closed door. I contemplate opening it, wondering if it really is my place to open any closed doors in this new environment. I’m about to turn around and go back to Master, but it seems that Master has already found me. His chest presses against my back as he reaches around and opens the door for me.
“This is our room,” he informs me, stepping back.
I suck in a deep breath and shuffle inside, my hands fiddling with my clothes, or lack thereof. I look around as what he has said to be our room. It is a simple and very cozy room and I wonder if he really meant it was going to be “our” room. I don’t go inside much, lingering in the doorway in case I need permission to enter.
“Go on in, Darling”, Master says, slightly pushing me into the room.
I shuffle my feet as I venture further into his room. My hands itch at my sides to touch my surroundings, but I refrain.
There is a lot that you can tell about a person by looking at their dwelling and his has me quite confused. I had expected the man cave to be extended into here, but the bachelor pad seemed to be left at the door.
The bookshelf, filled with lots of books speaks to a much more sophisticated man than the pizza boxes on the floor in the living room.
As I shuffle past all the books, I ache to touch them, but I know better, so I just move on. Maybe if I am good, Master will let me borrow one sometime.
There is a door across from the bed and I timidly peak inside, seeing it is a bathroom. There is another door on the same wall and inside are a bunch of Master’s clothes.
“So do you like it?” Master asks me, making me jump slightly, startled by him. I turn towards his voice to see him sitting on his bed.
“Yes. Very much, Master,” I tell him, walking over and dropping down to kneeling in front of him.
He gives me one of those pity smiles again and I sigh in frustration, mad I messed up again. Why can’t I just do things right?
“You keep doing that,” Master notes and I purse my lips, trying not to show more of my disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I apologize, slightly leaning away from him. “I don’t mean to keep messing up,” I tell him, hanging my head in shame.
“You don’t keep messing up. You keep getting mad at yourself. You’re perfectly fine. Why are you upset at yourself?” Master asks me, lifting my chin. I avert my eyes to the carpet.
“I keep disappointing you and... and being a bad submissive... You aren’t going to want me if I’m not being good,” I tell him.
“You’re not disappointing me or being a bad submissive. If you were, I would punish you, but I’m not punishing you, right? And as for wanting you, if I didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be here,” Master says cupping my face.
I look up at him and he looks sincere. I glance away, guilty. I don’t mean to keep being disrespectful and looking him in the eyes, but they are just so calm, it feels natural.
I focus back down at the floor not wanting to be rude, “Thank you Master, you have been very merciful”,
“Don’t worry about the long term yet, I can tell you and I will get along fabulously. You’re fine, Leah. You just need to have more confidence in yourself and in me. I can take care of you and correct your actions when they need to be corrected,” Master says.
I look back up at him and he gives me that look again. I nod and look back down at the floor.
“Thank you, Master,” I reply. I didn’t mean to make Master think I didn’t trust him. I just want to be the best for him.
“Come here,” Master commands, patting the spot next to him.
I hesitate, unsure if he means it. He doesn’t falter though, so I get up from my kneeling position and sit on the edge of the bed.
I have only been on one a few times and the softness makes me smile. Master then pulls me into his lap and kisses my cheek. “Thank you, Master.”
“You don’t have to thank me for this,” Master tells me, standing up. “Let’s get you bathed and then to bed, yes?” He asks.
I nod and take his extended hand, following behind him to the bathroom. Master switches on the lights and I see the pretty gray color on the wall.
I realize Master has a nice house, but it is just really messy.
Tomorrow I’ll clean it and show him how useful I can be to him.
Master starts the bath for me and I stand behind him stoically, waiting for a command. He waits for the water to get warm before putting in the plug. Getting up, he rummages under the sink for a while, looking for something.
When he’s done, he emerges with a bottle in his hand. I stand by the side of the tub, so I’m out of his way. He sits on the side and pours in some of the bottle.
I watch curiously over his shoulder and he looks up at me smiling. He holds the bottle up, so I can see it.
I smile at him before giving him a big hug. I didn’t ask permission to touch him, but he doesn’t seem to mind and just kisses my head.
He does that a lot I notice, kissing my head I mean, but I don’t mind it. It makes me feel... safe.
He turns off the water in the tub and I see it’s full of steamy warm water and bubbles. “Get in,” Master says.
I nod and get in like I was told, but Master stops me by wrapping his large arms around my legs. “Without your clothes on, Silly,” he says playfully.
I feel so embarrassed I tried to do something so stupid, but Master distracts me because he kisses my hip right above my underwear, making my heart freeze.
I can’t even create an appropriate response for Master, so I just strip my clothes off and wait for his permission to get in again.
He takes my hand as non-verbal consent and helps me into the tub. My leg flares up as I try to sit and I feel a very heavy type of pain. It hurts very much, but I don’t want to irritate or take advantage of Master, so I stay silent.
Once I’m in the tub, Master sits on the side of the tub, still in his underwear.
I know I shouldn’t look, but I can’t help but examine his toned body. My old Master most certainly didn’t look like him.
Master doesn’t seem to notice me looking, so I look away so I don’t get caught staring.