The next day, the master woke early and left, leaving behind specific orders for what he wanted done before he came back. The boy listened carefully as he helped his master get ready, Sadie still kneeling in his corner, the first time since he’d come that he hadn’t been forced to provide the master with immediate pleasure in the morning.
The boy followed the master to the door downstairs and continued to fret over him all the way out to the master’s car. He wanted to make sure that his master looked his absolute best for his friends, so that everyone would be jealous of him. The boy had learned quite well how to anticipate his master’s needs over the years.
Finally, when the car had pulled out of the driveway and had disappeared around the corner at the end of the street, the boy rushed back inside to get immediately started on the cleaning.
“Thank God he’s gone,” the master’s younger sister said to her own slave, who was kneeling before her and kneading her feet. “I’ve gotten an awful headache every day since he’s brought home that new slave.”
The boy held his tongue and rushed back upstairs before he could catch any more of the words. He hardly cared for his master’s family, and preferred to barricade himself inside the master’s room whenever the master was out, cleaning and perfecting everything.
Today, however, he was going to have help. Despite his worries of how long Sadie would last, the boy couldn’t help but feel excited that he now had the ability to relegate some of his less preferred chores to someone else. Besides, he thought to himself. How boring would it be for Sadie if all he did all day was kneel in a corner until someone wanted to use him for sex? Surely, that would break him quicker than the master’s neglectful treatment.
The matter was settled as the boy stepped back into the master’s bedroom. Sadie was standing in the middle of the room, blindfold pushed up on his head like the boy had seen the master and his friends do with sunglasses, a smile on his face.
“What do you want me to do first?” he asked, and the boy blinked, very aware that it was the first time he’d heard Sadie speak.
“Well, that depends on what you know how to do. I know most pleasure slaves are trained in some cleaning, but the master is very picky. I might have to watch you do things at first.”
Sadie’s smile dropped. “Will that make it take longer? I don’t want to get you in trouble. I’ll take all the blame if we don’t finish on time; I promise!”
The boy’s stomach flipped unhappily. He couldn’t tell what the deal was with Sadie. So eager to please…but why? He could understand being eager to please the master, but he himself was only a slave. He wasn’t very much different from Sadie…
“It’ll be fine,” the boy said. “First, come help me with the bedding. No doubt after the past week the master will expect fresh bedding.”
Sadie’s eyes flicked fearfully towards it and the boy almost changed his mind and ordered Sadie to grab the towels and clothes to be taken down instead, but before he had a chance to open his mouth Sadie had already moved to the bed’s side and started stripping the pillows of their pillowcases.
The two of them worked quickly and, mostly, quietly. At some point in time—the boy couldn’t quite be sure when—Sadie’s smile came back, and he seemed genuinely pleased to be cleaning. It must have been a happy change for him.
The boy set Sadie to scrubbing the toilet while he took the shower, which Sadie seemed to readily agree to. The boy remembered the shower sessions their master took and felt instantly sorry for Sadie, but Sadie kept smiling through his work.
In all, they finished long before the boy was used to finishing, and the boy was beginning to feel better about the new flat their master was planning on moving into. He took Sadie downstairs to the slave quarters, after making sure that Sadie’s blindfold was securely back in place, for an extra cracker—something the boy had been told a long time ago he would be allowed if he ever finished all the cleaning before two o’clock, when mid-day meal was over for slaves. Thus far he’d never gotten lucky and finished early, but he was beginning to feel like it might become a frequent occurrence.
The two of them chewed their slave crackers silently, Sadie’s blindfold once more pushed up, and the boy couldn’t make himself look away from Sadie’s unusual eyes.
He hadn’t been lying the night before; they were beautiful. One was a watery crystal blue that was so hard to find, and the other was a deep chocolate brown, almost black. It was expected that every other part of Sadie would be beautiful, but the boy decided that Sadie’s eyes were most definitely the best part of him.
His staring must have been noticeable, because Sadie ducked his head a bit and blushed. “Have you decided they’re ugly yet?” he asked, but the boy shook his head.
“They’re as opposite of ugly as they are of each other,” he said.
“Oh,” Sadie replied. “They’re offensive…”
But the book shook his head fervently. “They’re amazing.”
They caught eyes for a moment, and this time the boy wasn’t just looking at Sadie’s eyes. He was looking at the whole picture. But the moment was dropped when one of the other house slaves came in and shooed them out, informing them that feeding time was over unless they’d been given special permission from their master, and they hadn’t. Sadie pulled the blindfold back over his eyes and slipped to his knees, letting the boy take hold of the leash and lead him back upstairs.
Upstairs, Sadie took his new place in the corner of the room and the boy went over everything once more, just to be absolutely positive there was nothing out of place. He straightened out the bedspread one more time, and then went over all the clothes in the dresser to make sure that they were wrinkle free. He even made sure that Sadie was presentable, fixing his hair and straightening the blindfold and petting the vinyl—er, smoothing down the vinyl…
Sadie muffled a laugh at this. “Am I presentable for the master?” he asked, and the boy said, “Eh. You’ll do.” But he was teasing Sadie; Sadie was perfect, and the boy couldn’t help but to take one last look at the eyes hidden behind that blindfold before putting it back in place. But just as he did so, he heard the front door open and his master’s voice, along with the voices of three of his master’s harshest friends. The boy quickly straightened out Sadie’s hair and rushed back to his spot beside the bed, just as the master and his friends reached the top of the stairs and shoved their way into the room.
The boy jumped up to help take their coats but before he could do anything he was shoved outside and the door was shut. “There she is, guys: my new sex slave.” The boy winced as he took his place beside the door; sex slave was crude, and not often used.
The sounds that followed from the room were worse, however. The boy had to wrap his hands around his head and shut his eyes to block it out, but it didn’t work as well as he would have liked; he still heard too many screams, too many thumps, for his liking.