The old ex, the new slave. Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The old ex, the new slave. Chapter 3

... you. Hopefully, tomorrow I will meet with the project leads for the clients we are working with now. Just take good care of the projects in hand, and we will be ok!” With that, a few pleasantries and handshakes, he walked out of the office. He still had about 20 minutes to kill before he was supposed to pick up his pet, and didn’t know what to do. He was getting pretty hungry, since lunch was easily two hours overdue. He figured he would wait and the two of them could get lunch together. He hopped into his X3 and headed to the Spa to wait for her. SLAVE: The afternoon at the spa was amazing. She got a wonderful massage, releasing all the tension in her back and neck. Then she had a few hours of being pampered. She had a nice soak in the hot tub, a mud bath and then a manicure and pedicure. Her nails and toes were now a matching shade of dark red, and it was some special stuff that wouldn’t chip or peel off. Finally, she got her hair done, straightened and styled, and had them put stuff in it so she wouldn’t have to spend hours maintaining the straightness every day. Even her ass hurt less than earlier. Something about the salts in the hot tub and the mud bath had soothed the skin. She could still feel it when she sat down, but it was bearable, and only served as a reminder to be a good pet for her Master. She was in a great mood when she walked out of the Spa. Her master pulled up just as she stepped out the doors. She got in the car, and he immediately looked her up and ...

... down. “You look amazing, my pet. The haircut is super hot!” She beamed from the compliment. “You are downright glowing!” She smiled and blushed, happy to hear him so pleased. “So, I assume you are hungry?” he asked her. “Actually, the Spa kept feeding me little things, fruits and hors-d’oeuvres, but I could have a bit of lunch, Master.” “Ok, then why don’t we head back to my apartment and we can eat.” She didn’t answer because it didn’t seem like he was asking a question. They drove in silence, and her Master collected all the bags from the back and they both headed up the elevator. She wondered if she would see the man from this morning again. Her cheeks reddened at the thought. Once at their floor, she remembered the lady she had flashed. She smiled, remembering the reaction. Her Master must have noticed, because he asked her what was funny. “Well, this morning, while I was waiting for you at the elevator, some lady came out of that apartment.” She pointed at the door, “And she was looking at me in a very judgemental way and muttering about me being a harlot or a whore or something, so as she got on the elevator and the doors started to close, I flashed her.” She was looking at him as she said this, and he smiled, then frowned for a second, and broke out in a grin. Uh, oh, she thought, did she do something he was going to punish her for? “Wow my little pet, you are really something. So you like to flash little old ladies?” “Well, she wasn't that old, maybe late 40s, early 50s, ...