Still I restrained myself, recalling that my true slavery hadn’t begun yet, and that my orders were for now just to familiarize myself with my surroundings. This I did, gradually adjusting to always being nude (I would never wear real clothes again of course) until at last I heard Mistress finish in the kitchen.
I followed her at a discreet distance then until I learned the location of her off-limits study: adjacent to the impressive library, naturally. Then once I heard her settle in I retraced my steps to the kitchen.
A smell of frying hung in the air, and the sink was full of dishes. Over in the corner, one of my steel bowls held leftover scrambled eggs, sausage and home fries. The other was half-full of orange juice.
Even though she couldn’t see me (or so I assumed) I dropped to han
