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Home For Her Birthday (750 Words)

... it. She dropped him off at the train station and hurried home.

The slave always needed to be broken in again after a day off. Now that she knew it only had to last a few more months, she could go the extra mile tonight.

By the time she finished, it lay hiccuping on the floor. She'd taught it to cry silently. She'd even mostly taught it to scream silently. But if there were any way to teach a man to hiccup silently, she had yet to discover it. So she still had to hear it hiccup, especially when it had been crying.

She ignored it. Picking up her phone, she wrote, "Thinking of you. Love you. Miss you. Can't wait for Christmas."

She deleted the last sentence before she sent it.

Something dinged from the slave's neatly folded clothes. Lost in a nightmare of its own making, it didn't react.

He had forgotten to silence his phone again. She patted around until she found it. She set it to vibrate.

Returning to the slave, she placed her stiletto heel onto a particularly nasty welt. The slave stiffened, but did not flinch. She had cured it of that habit.

Leisurely, she pressed down, watching the tendons in its neck pull taut. She twisted savagely. Fresh blood welled up. A high keening sob escaped its throat. Satisfied, she lifted her foot.

"Enough. Clean up here and get some sleep."

"Mistress is merciful," it croaked.

"Big day tomorrow. I've decided to toilet-train you." She giggled at the horror on its face. She had forgotten how much fun this could be. "End on a high note, right?"

Can you believe this was once 16,000 words? Amazing how much I managed to cut while still preserving the heart of the story.

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