Morgan Reynolds: The Story of Shae (The Pagen's Hold Chronicles)

Chapter 6

It was three thirty in the morning and my alarm was going off. Ugh, what did I sign up for? I dragged myself out of bed and I was drenched in sweat. I recalled my dream and had a real time figuring out whether or not it actually happened in my exhausted, too-early-morning stupor. I grabbed my toiletry basket on my way to the showers. Turning the corner I saw James standing in front of the sink brushing his teeth completely naked. I looked at him for a moment and watched as his entire body moved and swayed while he brushed. I resumed my journey to the shower and we nodded at each other in the mirror. He peered at me as I no doubt looked like hell. The shower was already wet and cold but the water was near instantly warm. It was the exact therapeutic sensation I needed to wake up.

I began my day by learning how to prepare coffee and breakfast for Master Pagen. This morning was an omelet with toast served in her bedroom with vitamins and coffee on the side. Once served, Master Pagen changed her plans; I was ordered to kneel while she ate and James was dismissed entirely.

“How many of the Triassau slave positions do you know?” She asked.

“Six or eight Master Pagen?”

“How about the Ortranoh hand gestures?”

“I am not very familiar with them at all. Just the ones you taught at the party Master Pagen.”

Master Pagen was silent while she continued to eat.

I started to sag while I continued to kneel.

“Sit up Shae.” She reminded me

I readjusted my posture and returned to a proper position. “Sorry Master Pagen.” I continued to wait in silence as if I was a piece of furniture in the corner.

Master Pagen finished her breakfast and placed her coffee mug on the table beside her. “You may take this table back to the kitchen. Go eat breakfast and be back here in fifteen minutes, naked.”

“Yes Master Pagen.” I acknowledged.

I inhaled a bowl of oatmeal with a sliced banana and some honey drizzled over top. I was proud of myself for making it back with a minute or two to spare, my clothes draped over my arm.

“Put your clothes on the floor and go start the shower.”

“Yes Master Pagen.”

The water was running and Master Pagen came stumbling in a moment later. She stepped into the shower and pointed before her, signaling for me to join her and kneel, facing away from her. She removed my leather collar placing it high so it wouldn’t get wet. The spray of the shower was cool down on the floor but only for a short time. It became warmer and concentrated which seemed weird at first and then I realized she was doing to me what she had done to James; she was marking me with her pee. Now I could smell the aroma of urine. I remember agreeing to it during the signing and the idea was odd. Now I am not sure how I feel about it. I recalled my dream and I am curious to know who I had imagined doing that to me? What if the lights came on and I saw the woman, who would be there?

Master Pagen finished marking me and rinsed me off with the shower nozzle. “Turn around.” She instructed. “You are going to wash my body while I wash my hair. Use the loofa there. She pointed to it sitting on one of the built-in shelves. I started to scrub from the base of her neck in small circles. I gently scrubbed around each breast and continued down her belly, sides and pelvis. Her body was very toned and muscular; clearly she works out. She turned for me to do her back while she conditioned her long blonde hair. It’s usually braided or pulled back in a bun, so I never realized just how long it really was.

As I scrubbed her back she arched and stretched it from one side to the other. “Mmm.” She moaned at the sensation. “Focus on my upper back and shoulders a little more.” She instructed. She continued to groan and stretch her back as I did. “Okay.” She signaled for me to continue on.

Her ass was round and chiseled. She might as well be a model for Lululemon. I waited while she rinsed out her hair and then she presented one leg at a time out of the water for me to scrub, placing her toes on my thigh. This accentuated her calves and toned, muscular legs. When I was finished she took the loofa and used it to quickly scrub her face before rinsing off. She pulled the shower head over and rinsed any soap suds off of me and turned off the water.

I was handed a towel next. “Dry me.” She ordered. Following the same routine as washing, I started with her torso and worked down in much the same fashion. While I focused on her body, she worked on her hair. Master Pagen left the shower when she was dry leaving me to dry myself off and join her in the bedroom shortly.

She was laying belly-down on top of the bed when I was finished. “Use the lotion and moisturize my entire body.” There was a glass bottle of lotion sitting beside the bed.

“Yes Master Pagen.” When I pumped some into my hand I was surprised to feel it was very warm to the touch. I started to rub it into Master Pagen’s skin. I found out weeks later that the bottle of lotion sits on the charging block for her tablet which is why it always feels warm. Clever!

“Massage it in, don’t just rub it.” She instructed. While I massaged she worked on her tablet. It was the same system I had been introduced to last night. She remained silent and hardly made a sound while I obeyed. I finished her back side and worked on her front when she rolled over. “I am pleased to see you remembered your daily email to me last night.” She commented. “There is a copy of the Household Reference Book in your quarters that has a standard form I would prefer you to use going forward.”

“Sorry Master Pagen.” I answered.

“Also, for as long as you are under my ownership, you may never capitalize your name. This is an expectation for all slaves. This is your one and only warning on this matter.”

“I understand Master Pagen.” I responded immediately. I will admit I forgot that from the books- there was a discussion about capitalized names and the idea that it gave the impression of importance or power. Since slaves here are viewed as property they are treated as such. By the end of the discussion it was ruled that slaves were no longer allowed to capitalize their own names regardless of the situation. If I recall correctly, it was ironically a school teacher that had brought that idea to light.

She was silent again and didn’t speak until I was done with her lotion. “Kneel in the middle of the floor there.”

Master Pagen walked over to her closet and shuffled things around looking for something in particular. “Arms straight up.” She ordered.

Something leather touched my hands and slid down over me, sitting on my shoulders and chest. Cold metal buckles sat against my skin and sent waves of goose bumps over me.

“Chilly?” Master Pagen laughed as she tightened the leather straps. “How does that feel? Is it tight anywhere?”

I looked at the harness she secured around me. It was in the shape of an X and hugged my rib cage. Moving and flexing my body somewhat it didn’t seem to move nor did it dig in anywhere either. “This feels fine, Master Pagen.”

“Good. Now that you are dressed for school the lessons may begin. I will be addressing the fifteen Triassau slave positions with you today. Since you are familiar with a good portion of them already, this should be a fairly simple lesson for you. By the end of the week I expect you to have these one hundred percent perfect.”

“Yes Master Pagen.”

My lesson lasted nearly two hours. I was able to achieve most of the positions with the exception of two; we realized I am simply lacking the flexibility to maintain the positions for more than a moment without losing my balance. As a result Master Pagen assigned me some exercises and stretches to perform no less than three times per day.

Aside from meal times, I spent the remainder of my day working with Thomas in the guest rooms. I learned how to properly clean and sanitize the furniture and fixtures and how to perform the four-week stress tests on anchor points. My ‘shift’ if you can call it that ended at 7:30 that evening and I felt thoroughly exhausted. It was legitimately sixteen hours of go-go-go with three short meal breaks. I was interested in joining the others for a round of cards but instead I wrote my daily email to Master Pagen and I snuggled into bed for the night.

--- Daily Email, 2015-07-21 ---

Hello Master Pagen,

Last night I had a good sleep with a wildly intense s*x dream; a woman had me tied to the bed and she had her way with me. She licked my p***y and brought me to orgasm three times. Then my alarm went off and I awoke to find out it was just a dream!

Morning came early with a 03:30 start. I don’t usually get out of bed until at least 06:00 working at the gallery, and that is only when I need to stop for gas on my way into work. I felt exhausted when I rolled out of bed and I feel like I may have startled James with my frightening early morning look.

James showed me how to make your breakfast and it seems like there is a huge emphasis on the details. Next I was taught how to wash and oil your body which was uniquely intimate. While in the shower I also got peed on like in the books; it seemed strange and I am not entirely sure how I feel about it. For now I am going to go with it though. As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

I had a round of Triassau training and I found it rather interesting. Some of the moves are much harder to maintain than they appear and I realized some of the moves I pictured in my head were not at all like what they actually are. It was more challenging than anticipated but I will get it figured out.

My bi-weekly training and improvement camps have also officially begun. Every two weeks I will be assigned some new task to work on. This week is just some simple stretches to help with my Triassau positions.

This afternoon and evening I worked with Thomas in the guest rooms. He showed me how to properly clean the rooms and discussed some of the extra maintenance items we do in them as well. There is way more to cleaning a room than I ever would have given credit but it makes sense. It’s certainly not your standard hotel room.

I am ready for bed now and I feel absolutely exhausted. I hope to have a better sleep tonight so I can feel a little more energized tomorrow.

Your slave,

shae

--- End of Message ---

The remainder of my week followed much the same pattern; awake early to serve Master Pagen and receive some formal education, then off to learn practical things like chores and other processes. The most exciting part was getting the results back from my physical. My first round of tests all came back negative and everything in general shows I am in great health. With this news, Master Pagen has informed me that I will begin a new level of training but of course she didn’t elaborate on that. I can only assume that means there may start to be s****l or erotic elements on the horizon.