The collar she'd been given was much nicer than the cold steel one she was accustomed to. Her old Master had placed her in a heavy metal one that weighed down on her and cut into her collar bones. She had small scars, still, from where it had bitten into her. This collar, though, was just a nice, thin strip of titanium that locked in the back and felt light around her neck. It was just light enough not to hurt her, and just heavy enough to remind her of her place.

Mistress's house was quite large and sat on a fair sized chunk of land outside of the city. A field stretched out from behind it, and a grove of trees led up to it. A verdant hedge wall surrounded the entire house, and there was a small private garden in the back. The house had a rustic English style to it, and the interior was mostly deep, rich redwood with bright wood floors, save for the bedrooms, which had lush red carpet. There were deep red curtains on the windows and vases with flowers through the halls. Paintings of landscapes and scenery dotted the walls surrounded by large, ornate frames.

She'd gotten the chance to do a little exploring today, when her Mistress had left to run some errands and she'd been left in the hands of a man named Cobb, who apparently worked as a paid butler. He seemed nice enough on the surface, with a seemingly genuine smile, sharp features, black and gray hair, a close beard, by all accounts fairly handsome. They'd gotten to talking a little bit today, even if it was a little stilted from her nerves.

From him, she'd learned that Mistress Alexa had apparently owned some fortune-wielding business she'd take over from her father, and created multiple offshoots of it, all of which had made her comfortable enough to live such a life as she did. So that was why everything was so lavish, she'd thought. The Mistress had a taste for elegance. And grace. And beauty. At least, that's what Cobb had said.

She'd also learned of the Mistress's previous slave, a girl named Sarah, but... she hadn't learned much. Cobb had let it slip in passing, and when she asked where Sarah was, he'd simply said that she was away, doing... something. Cobb didn't say what, and Kat didn't ask. Just from the tone of her voice, she knew not to.

She thought about it all as she sat on a bench outside, in the garden, under the midday sun that hung over the flowers and blackberry bushes, like a ripe orange hanging from a tree. The garden itself seemed a little neglected. There were weeds here and there, and the plants seemed a little wilted. Perhaps Cobb just hadn't the time to tend to it. He seemed like a busy man. She stared at it as she shifted, changing positions, standing, or laying on the bench. Some sense of unease stirred within her. She needed some way to release the energy.

The night before hadn't been so bad, when the exhaustion had finally reached her and the reality of things started to fade. Her Mistress had afforded her a comfortable bed, it seemed. A stark contrast from the floor, though, so perhaps she was just used to something worse. She wasn't sure. Either way, when she'd fallen asleep, finally, she slept dreamlessly, as though she was dead. And that was how she preferred it.

Today, though, fresh and awake as she was, the nervous energy surged through her like lightning. Who was this new Mistress, exactly? She seemed nice, but so did Master, before - well, before. So Mistress Alexa seemed nice, that didn't mean she was. Cobb seemed to speak highly of her though, praising her achievements and gentility. But Cobb seemed nice. Everything seemed nice. But she'd been there before. Where everything seemed but wasn't.

She gnawed on her fingertips. She couldn't trust these people. Everytime they came close, laid a hand on her, she recoiled. Just talking to Cobb for the five minutes she did made her stomach churn with anxiety. The thought, "what if" bounced in her mind. She was starting to sweat.

Just then, Cobb came around the corner of the house, dressed in his fine black uniform. He approached her and gave her a once over. "Kat," he said, "You look hot."

She swallowed dryly. "Yes, I am."

He raised an eyebrow. "Well fortunately for you, Madam Kilovich has returned and wishes to see you in the foyer."

She looked up at him and blinked. "M-Madam who?"

Cobb smiled innocently at her, but she could see something else in it too. Pity, maybe. "Your Mistress."

Kat's heart jumped. "Mistress Alexa wants me?"

"Yes, Kat," he said, giving her a gentle, if stern look. "Don't keep her waiting."

She started to shake, but stood. With a small bow to Cobb, she headed toward the back doors. Despite being clothed in a breezy red top and white shorts that her Mistress had gifted her and commanded her to wear (they were much nicer than what Master had given her, she did admit) the heat was really starting to get to her.

She slipped past the large french back doors and into the kitchen, making her way through the hall and dining room and into the foyer. Here, Mistress Alexa was sitting in a chair by the wall, apparently waiting for her. She looked Kat dead in the eyes as she entered the room, making her flinch. Mistress Alexa snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet, and Kat nervously made her way across the room to kneel before her, head down, as she was supposed to. Quietly, she waited for her Mistress to speak.

After a moment, her Mistress said, "I bought something for you Kat."

Kat tried to unclench her jaw, and carefully looked up. In Mistress Alexa's hand was a small felt box. Mistress Alexa smiled at her, and Kat saw something behind her stunning hazel eyes. Something like a spark.

"It's a gift. From me, to you. It is a symbol of your servitude, and my affection. Yes, you have a collar, but I did this last time, and I think it's fitting I do it for you too."

She bent down to meet Kat's gaze, and opened the box between them. Within it was a small silver ring with a thin strip of the deepest, most dazzling blue she'd ever seen. Kat stared at it for a moment, wide eyed. She'd never gotten a gift like this. The gifts she usually received were clothing items, food, or beatings. Not this.

Mistress Alexa pulled it out of the box and took Kat's hand with a gentleness she'd not felt in a long time, slipping it onto her middle finger. "Keep this on. That is my command," she said, kissing Kat on her forehead. Despite herself, Kat felt a blush rise in her cheeks. "It'll keep you safe."

"Yes Mistress," she said, staring at it.

"Good girl." Then, standing and placing the box in her pocket, she said, "Go on now. Enjoy your day. Talk to Cobb if you want a bath and he'll pull you one. Tomorrow you start your chores, but I still need to speak to Cobb about that. You'll report to him for all of that, in the morning, do you understand?"

Kat looked up from the ring and caught her Mistress's eyes again. And there it was, again, that spark, that glint of something. It made her uncomfortable, but not uneasy. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl. Now go on."

Kat nodded, and stood, hurriedly making her way out of the foyer, through the halls, and to her room. Within, she paused, and looked around, leaning on the door and letting her heart calm down. Her quarters hosted a desk by the window, a bed with silky soft crimson sheets, a bedside table, a mirror, and an ornate wardrobe. She went to the bedside table and opened the empty drawer, slipping the ring off and holding it. Something about the ring was off. It was a little weighty, but beautiful for sure. Still, it gave her a strange feeling in her gut.

Still, her Mistress had commanded her to keep it on. A strange emotion tore at her insides, but she carefully slipped it back on her finger, and closed the drawer.

She sighed, and laid in bed to cool down. To calm down.

To think.

Her dreams were haunted by the sounds of her past. Despite the persistent dark, the sounds of screaming and yelling and the thuds and slaps were ever present. She remembered every blow, every hit was conjured by her mind in her sleep, every curse word shouted, repeated by her damaged mind. When the police had shown up to haul him away, it was too late. Her dreams were already full.

She shot up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, breathing shallow. Gentle crepuscular beams were starting to filter in through the window, painting her room in a soft violet that was soothing. She took a breath, hand over her heart, breathing deeply and slowly, in, then out. Slowly, she let herself lay back down for just a moment, but found that the sheets had been soaked through and through. Grimacing, she sat back up.

Up it was, then.

She stood, inspecting her naked body in the mirror. That was one of her Mistress's commands, for some reason, that she sleep naked. She looked up, down, all around for any signs of a bruise that a voice in her mind told her was there. That it had to be there. Here, there, somewhere, the bruises had returned. Remnants of the past. Of course, there was nothing. Her smooth, naked body was as pristine as ever. She shook her head, trying to loosen the sleep from her mind, and started to get dressed.

After throwing on a small orange shirt and a pair of blue jeans, she pulled the door open and stepped into the hall, only to see Cobb making his way up a flight of stairs to her left. She nodded curtly, but he simply stood at the top of the landing for a moment, shaking his head. Kat stared at him for a moment, glaring cautiously, but Cobb simply stood there.

"Those clothes are for the days that your Mistress gifts you," he whispered as he walked up to her. "I don't suppose you can be blamed though. You were not informed of your uniform."

"My... uniform?"

Cobb stepped into her room, and she followed at a respectable distance. There, Cobb opened her wardrobe and pulled out a small French maid outfit, complete with frilly ruffles and all black and white. Cobb held it up to her, and she felt a heat rising in her cheeks. It had little short sleeves and was cut low enough to expose a bust. Interwoven laces ran down its front, and the short skirt was black on top, white ruffle beneath.

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Cobb handed it to her, and she took it with a shaking hand. Her mouth hung open as if she was about to protest, but Cobb interrupted her with, "I've prepared a warm breakfast for you downstairs in the kitchen, for when you're dressed. I will see you there."

And with that, he left the room. Kat stared at the uniform in her hand, feeling its soft, satin finish. It was quality, clearly. But then, her stomach growled like a hungering beast, spurring her on to slip out of her old clothes, hang them up, and get into her new uniform. The only piece of clothing she left on other than that were her panties, and even then she worried she may lose those.

Cautiously, she peeked outside of her room. Nobody roamed the halls. It was likely that Mistress Alexa would still be asleep right now. Small blessings, she thought as she stepped into the hallway and made her way down to the kitchen.

The kitchen was warm, with pale orange walls, a fridge, a stove and oven and marble countertop with a marble island with marvelous looking food on it. There was a table by the window, and everything seemed exactly in its place, as orderly as it could be. She was afraid to step into it, lest she move something out of place, but the food called to her. Her stomach whined and rumbled, Cobb chuckling to himself when he heard it. She blushed, and quickly stepped in.

Cobb sat at the end of the island, and watched as she came, careful as a cat, and sat on a stool, before ferociously digging into her eggs and hashbrowns like a rabid beast. He sighed and rolled his eyes, sipping on a cup of coffee and turning to look out the window at the cool morning light that beamed down from the hedge wall.

"You will start your training today."

Kat eyed him, but kept silent, continuing to eat.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Your Mistress is still trying to figure out the best way to do this. Until she has a plan, however, you will follow my instructions. Now tell me, what did your previous owner primarily use you for?"

Kat paused, set down her fork, and swallowed, before giving him a look. Quietly, she said, "Sex."

The answer seemed to catch Cobb off guard. He blinked, shook his head, and said, "Ah, I see. Well, that is to be expected, of course. But what I mean to say is, how did he put you to work? Besides sexual intercourse."

She chewed her food for a moment, thinking, eyes down. "He had me cook."

Cobb clapped his hands together, making her flinch. Seeing this, he paused and looked away uncomfortably. "Well, ahem, yes, more like that. Did you clean?"

She nodded.

"Good, so you can cook, and you can clean. Perfect. Finish up your breakfast then, and show me what you can cook. You'll be serving the Madam breakfast today." He stood, and walked over to the fridge, opening it. "As you can see, we are quite stocked. I shop for groceries on Monday and Thursday, so if we are lacking something, write it down here."

He pointed to a notepad stuck to the refrigerator. "Okay?"

She nodded to him.

This was a good chance for her to make a favorable impression on her Mistress. To avoid things getting worse, perhaps. A favorable impression might keep things stable. For a while, at least. She pondered what to make. It was decided. She would cook to the best of her abilities, appease her Mistress, and hopefully stay sane to figure out a way out of this one, too.

In her hands, she carried a silver platter with eggs benedict, two strips of bacon, and, apparently a favorite of the Mistress, a toasted peanut butter and jelly, with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. A fairly modest breakfast, but it was plated well enough to look like more food than it really was. Kat quietly made her way up the stairs and down the hallway to her Mistress's bedroom.

At the door, Kat paused and swallowed dryly. It was the first time today she'd see her Mistress. Would she like the breakfast? Would she hurt Kat if she didn't like the breakfast? Kat grit her teeth and fought the urge to gnaw her fingers. Holding the platter in her right hand, doing her best not to shake, she licked her lips and reached for the door handle. Carefully, she turned it, and pushed the door open slowly.

Inside, she found Mistress Alexa naked before her wardrobe, hand on her chin as if in some kind of deep thought. Kat froze, and Mistress Alexa, noticing her, slowly turned to glance at her, an eyebrow raised. For a moment, Kat was struck by her beauty, her curves, her beautiful olive skin, everything. But it lasted for but a moment, before the panic set in.

Her Mistress eyed her. Cooly, she said, "Ever learn to knock?"

Kat stuttered. "A-Ah! I'm sorry Mistress, I really am! I'll just, I..."

She backed up and started to close the door again, but as she did so, she tripped on her foot and tumbled backwards, tripping into the hallway and spilling the plate of food all over herself and onto the wood floors below. The eggs splattered, the bacon went flying, and the coffee and orange juice leaked everywhere. Kat caught herself on her elbows, and for a minute sat dazed, staring blankly into nothing.

But then, her heart began to beat as if it were trying to break free of her chest, and her breath became shallow and forced. She looked this way and that as if to find an escape, but despite her internal screaming, she couldn't quite get herself to move. Her Mistress, still cool and calm, walked out of her room in a red robe and looked down at Kat, who stared up at her.

"M-Mistress, I-I'll clean this up! Right away, I promise!" Kat cried, spinning around and pushing herself to her feet. The food leaked off of her uniform and dripped to the floor with humiliating thuds as fear coursed through her veins like icy snakes. Behind her, Mistress Alexa watched, shaking her head quietly.

"Kat."

Kat spun around, jaw locked, eyes wide, trembling.

"Yes Mistress?" she forced out.

"Get in my room. Now."

She lowered her head and silently, shakily walked past her Mistress into her room. "Kneel by the bed, and remove your uniform," her Mistress said.

Kat did as she was told, discarding her uniform at her knees and leaving herself naked and exposed, save for her pink striped panties. Her Mistress watched her for a moment, before Cobb came rushing up the stairs.

"Oh my," she heard him say. "How did this...?" Then, "I'm so sorry Madam. I thought she would be able to handle something simple to start the day off, such as delivering your breakfast. I didn't expect her to run into any sort of trouble such as this. I'll begin to clean right away."

"No," Mistress Alexa said. "She will clean it. If you could make me another breakfast, I'd really appreciate it."

"Right away, Madam."

Mistress Alexa smiled at him. "Thank you Cobb. You're a treat."

"My pleasure, of course," he said as he went. Then, Mistress Alexa turned around, and Kat put her head back down as quickly as she could. She heard the door close and her Mistress's footsteps grow near. Soon, even looking down couldn't hide her gaze from Mistress Alexa, as her feet stood before Kat's down turned sight.

"Look at me," she commanded.

Kat, shaking, slowly turned her gaze up to look into Mistress Alexa's eyes. "M-Mistress, I'm sorry, I'm so--"

"Silent."

Kat clenched her jaw.

Mistress Alexa sat down on her bed and sighed. "Come here. Lay over my knees. Now."

Here it would come. Kat stood, trembling, and laid across her Mistress's legs. She felt her Mistress gently pull her panties down to her ankles and put her hand on Kat's ass. It was smooth, and gentle, surprisingly so. Mistress Alexa rubbed Kat's round, bare ass calmly for a moment, and then said, "Do you know why I'm doing this?"

Kat swallowed dryly. "B-Because I've made a mistake, Mistress."

"And that mistake was?"

Kat thought for a moment, words flying through her mind. Not knocking? Spilling everything? Not acting fast enough to clean it? What was the right answer? Was there one? She wanted to cry, but the fear had closed her tear ducts. Eventually, she settled on one. "Because I did not knock, Mistress, and I made a mess."

"Very good," Mistress Alexa said. "So how many do you think you deserve?"

Kat felt cold. Absurdly so. Surely her face was pale as snow. "I-I don't know, Mistress."

Mistress Alexa swept her hair back and hummed. "No, Kat, that won't do. Tell me how many you deserve. Now."

Kat felt like she might cry. Lip trembling, she sputtered, "Fifteen, Mistress?"

Alexa sighed, and shook her head. "I think five will do, Kat. This is your first offense, after all."

"Yes Mistress," she whispered.

"Now then, I want you to count them out. Don't miss one, understand?"

A single tear squeezed its way out and trickled down her cheek. In a whisper, she said, "Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now then, get to counting."

The first spank came down hard and fast, making Kat jump as Mistress Alexa's hand connected with her soft ass. "O-One, Mistress."

Then the next came, filling the room with a loud slapping sound. "Two, Mistress."

Another tear fell, easier this time, and dripped down to the carpet below. The next spank was harder now, with enough force behind it to leave a large red imprint of her Mistress's hand on her cheek. "Three, Mistress."

The terror was very real. Her heart felt like it would faint, if Kat didn't first. Slap! The next one came down, hard and heavy. "Four Mistress."

"Last one, and then we're done," Mistress Alexa said. Done? Kat shook her head. That was impossible. This wasn't it. It never was.

Slap! "F-Five, Mistress."

With that, Mistress Alexa tucked her arm under Kat and pulled her back onto the bed with her. She pulled Kat close, holding the girl's head to her chest. She looked down, and whispered, "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Kat still shook. "No, Mistress."

Mistress Alexa took a finger and traced it under Kat's cheek, collecting a tear. "You're crying."

Kat sniffled. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"I didn't hit you that hard," Mistress Alexa said, frowning.

"I'm sorry," Kat whispered.

Just then, a knock came at the door and Cobb's voice, from the other side, called out, "Madam? I have your breakfast."

Mistress Alexa sat up, ushering Kat to do the same. Then, looking down at the small girl with what she thought was a mixture of pity and confusion, said, "Go clean up your mess. There are cleaning supplies under the sink. After that, go to your room and think about what you've done. When I'm ready, I'll send Cobb to get you. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she said, giving Kat a gentle push on the small of her back. "Go then. Oh! But first, don't you have something to say to me?"

Kat stopped, turned around, and with downturned, teary eyes and a shaky voice, said, "I... I don't understand, Mistress."

Her Mistress tsked. "Don't you want to thank me for correcting you, as a good slave should?"

A heat rose in Kat's tear streaked cheeks. She gave a small, curt bow, and said, "Thank you Mistress."

"Good girl," Mistress Alexa said, leaning back on her elbows. She gave Kat one more good look over, and sighed. "Now go."

"Yes Mistress."

And with that, Kat left.

Kat traced a finger around the collar on her neck. She'd been spanked. And that was it. Just... spanked. Despite wearing this collar, the only thing that had happened had been five slaps to her behind. Then, she'd been allowed to go, get into a new uniform, and be in the silence of her room. Safe. Sound. For now.

Even the spanks weren't that hard. Just enough to make a point, and she'd surely learned the lesson meant to be taught. She'd absolutely knock next time. That much she knew. But still... why hadn't her Mistress done more? She was naked, vulnerable, exposed. She was ripe for the picking, ready to be bruised. But all that had happened was, her ass was now sore. And she learned a lesson.

Of course, it always started that way. With spanking. With slaps. Then it escalated. She wondered if she could even muster up the courage to face her Mistress tonight, when she would be called for. She still had the scar down her back, the long, white scar that reminded her of where she'd been, and what she was. No doubt her Mistress had seen it. What had she made of it, Kat wondered. Was it abhorrent, or was it a challenge? Something to mend, or something to outdo? Kat shook her head. She couldn't make sense of things.

Outside her window, Cobb trimmed some hedges and wiped the sweat from his bow with a rag. He had seemed genuinely frustrated at her. As she'd left her Mistress's room, he'd given her such a disappointed look that it actually made shame well up inside of her. She wanted to hide. To avoid his gaze. It made her uneasy. She wasn't supposed to care. She never did when she made a mistake with her old Master.

Well, that was a lie. She did care, but only because of the punishments. And on that note, she pondered, as she watched Cobb move on to more bushes, she was surprised that Mistress Alexa hadn't done anything more to her while she was naked and exposed. Even her last Master had touched her the very night he got her.

It was to be expected, she thought, idly twirling her hair and pushing down a light wave of nausea. She was a slave. Property. He, the Owner. But here... of course she was property. The collar around her neck was a stark reminder of that. But, she thought, things felt different this time. Something deep down inside of her felt different.

She couldn't pinpoint it.

She shuddered, turning away from the window, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor and, with her knees hiding her face, she thought. And thought. And thought.