No, that´s not you style.

Honestly, it wasn´t much of a question. I´m not into that race stuff anyway. "Asha, I´m not gonna call you nigger or anything like that. That´s just not my thing." Asha simply nods. "Understood Master. May I make a request?" "Sure Asha."

Asha looks over at me. "I prefer to have a, as you call it, pet name. I would prefer if you don´t refer to me by name but rather by some title to denote my standing."
Alright, nothing drastic. "Like what? What would you like to be called?" "That´s the point. I want you to decide it for me. That way I know its from you and that I serve you in that role."

I sigh. "Look Asha, this is all very new to me. So for the time being I´ll just call you ****. I might change my mind in the future, I might not. But until I change my mind we´re going with ****. Understood?" Asha politely nods. "Yes Master, **** understands." "And don´t refer to yourself as that, ok. You´re a person to me. Refer to yourself as such." Asha gives me a small smile at the order. "I understand, Master."

The rest of the drive is quiet, then we pull up on my driveway. Asha looks out at your house. She doesn´t seem impressed, but not disappointed either. "Alright, this is your new home ****. C´mon, let´s get you settled in." I turn off the ignition and lead Asha into my house. Its a average sized house in the suburbs, so I had a guest room which she would now live in. I take of my shoes and beckon her to follow me upstairs to the bedrooms. Its directly on the left up the stairs. It has a one person bed, a wardrobe and a cupboard. "I´ll leave you to unpack your things. Then I want you to come down to the kitchen and we´ll talk over some coffee." Asha politely nods and as I close the door behind me I hear her pour out her bags contents on the bed.

Some 15 minutes later she comes back downstairs, carrying a riding crop along with some sort of loop. She got down on her knees and offered them to me. I hesitantly picked them up and examined them. The loop has some sort of attachment for a belt and made of brown leather. I don´t know much about riding crops but it was made of some nice brown leather. "Why are you giving me this ****?" Asha keeps her head lowered, but answers respectfully. "Your uncle would carry these around the house so that he could punish me if I ever displeased him. I understand if you don´t want to use it ore reject it. But I would be very happy if you wore it as it is a good reminder of your status as my Master." The way she said Master, it was almost reverently. So, Asha wants me to walk around with a riding crop to remind her that I can beat her ass?

There was something about this situation though, it was waking something up in me. "Did my uncle use this because he was to weak to hit you himself?" Asha looks up, confused. "I, I don´t understand your question Master." "I know my uncle was a small man, unlike me." I put the riding crop and loop on the table and reach down to stroke her cheek with my large coarse hands. "I´m a bit different. I don´t need a riding crop to beat your ass." I cup her face and pull up, signaling ehr to rise up and stand. "I can just use my hands. Like this." I slap her hard across the face, making her dizzy.

Asha quickly regains her balance, looking at me, stunned. "Is that hard enough for you ****?" Asha nods quickly. "Y-Yes Master." "Good, now let´s have some coffee." You both sit down at your small kitchen table, a cup of coffee each...