Setting up the 's room

I parked in my spot and started to unload the bed. As usual there was Margaret. I was just waiting for one of her snide remarks, but instead, she quickly walked past and didn't even look at me. I was shocked. She never missed an opportunity to fuck with me. I wondered if yesterday was the reason.

I carried the mattress to the elevator and dragged it to my door. I unlocked it and pulled it inside. The first thing I noticed was Carrie, naked and on her knees as usual. He head was lowered but not completely and I could clearly see her face and there it was. Without a doubt a smile and a look I could only describe as pride. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around.

My apartment never looked so good. It wasn't just clean, it was immaculate. The tables weren't just dusted but shined, the rugs were swept, and if I didn't know better I would have thought it wasn't my place. I'm not a slob, but I am a bachelor. I kept up with things but living alone I didn't always clean. I leaned the mattress against the wall and walked around. I notice she watched me but kept her head lowered. I finally ended up right in front of her.

"Stand up." I demanded.

Carrie jumped up and stood before me still looking down. I reached out my hand and gently grabbed her chin. Pulling it up to look me in the eyes, I smiled. "You did well ****." I said and kissed her on the forehead. I could feel her tremble and watched as she struggled to hide her smile.

"Thank you Master." She said her voice shaking. I know she wasn't frightened so I'm guessing she was excited.

I almost jumped for joy. It was the first time I actually knew she was happy. At least a little. "Progress," I whispered. I know she heard me as the smile disappeared, but

I was happy and I hoped as I brought in what I had purchased I would see that smile again.

"Open the door to the spare room. I have more to bring in." I commanded and watched as she rushed over to do as I demanded.

It didn't take long to bring up the rest of the bed and chest. I waited to bring up the clothes until I finished with the room.

For the next half hour we worked together setting up the bed and arranging the room. I had her do various things, mainly to keep her busy, but also to exert some control. The more I had her do, I noticed her opening up. She didn't say anything but it was how she carried herself and her expressions.

Finally I sat down on the bed and she started to kneel again.

"Stop, sit beside me."

Carrie stopped and froze. I think she figured this is where I would take her. She sat next to me and waited.

"This is your room now. You will sleep in here and keep your things. You may decorate it in any way you wish. I know there's not much now but that will change. Do you have any questions?" I asked.

Carrie glanced at me and looked confused for a second, but that quickly passed and she shook her head.

"Good, now I have more to bring up so wait here until I return." I know this wasn't what she expected, but me just ordering her around, seemed to almost calm her. She again nodded and lowered her head.

I went back downstairs with a bounce in my step. I wanted to see that smile again and I hoped the clothes would bring it out. I grabbed the bags out of my truck and headed back inside. As the elevator started its journey up to my floor, I felt my cock come alive.

"What the fuck!" I said. "It's just clothes."

I stopped just outside my door. I stood there for a few moments trying to calm my body. I wanted to make this broken woman happy, but I needed to be calm and hopefully not show emotion. I needed to be in control. At least I thought.

I stepped into the bedroom and Carrie was right where I left her, sitting on the bed. She looked up at me and saw the bags. Her face remained passive but her eyes lit up. I sat them down on the floor in front of her and sat down beside her.

I sat there not saying a thing. I wanted to wait and see if she would ask what was in the bags. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. It was awkward but I was hoping her curiosity would get the better of her and she would.

It must have been five minutes before she cracked. "Master? Are those bags for me?" She asked, her voice timid.

"Yes they are." I answered, but didn't say anything else.

We again waited for a few more minutes and I smiled when she started to fidget. I knew it was killing her wanting to know what was in the bags, I also knew it wasn't a ****'s place to ask.

"Would you like to know what's in the bags?" I asked, not able to hide my smile.

"Oh yes Master," she gushed.

My cock had relaxed by now but hearing her excitement, it quickly came alive again.

"Go ahead and look inside." I said. No sooner than the words left my mouth she jumped off the bed and grabbed the first bag. I watched in amazement as she pulled out each pair of jeans, held them up to her and quickly grab a top. She didn't try to hide her joy. I was glad I let the clerk pick out the clothes as I could tell she did a very good job with her choices.

I watched as Carrie opened each bag and pulled out everything. A few minutes later she looked up at me and said. "How did you know my sizes?"

"Remember at the hotel when you got sick. When I took them off and went to buy you and outfit to wear. I noted the sizes. Do you like them?" I asked.

"Oh yes Master, I love them. But..." She answered and I know she wanted to say more but stopped.

"But what?"

"I expected something different."

"Like?"

"Well I... Expected something more... Revealing, I guess." She answered her face blushing.

"You might be a ****, but my slaves are covered. I say when they can show off." I said a bit more stern than normal.

"Yes Master."

"Now I'm going out to the other room. I want you to try everything on and show me." I said and walked out.

It was a couple minutes later when Carrie walked out in a very nice pair of jeans that fit perfectly. Tight but not too tight. The scoop neck top was bright and by chance the color brought out the color of her eyes. She couldn't hide her joy at the outfit. She was bouncing from foot to foot and she spun around showing me how it fit. I didn't say a word and she was gone like a flash. Only to come out again with another outfit.

None of the outfits were especially sexy, but she looked good in each one. I had to grab a pillow to cover my erection. I couldn't remember getting so hard so often. Just another benefit to having a pretty young woman living with me.