Some Time Alone to Reflect

When your eyes finally flutter open you find yourself wrapped up snug in a blanket still in your Mistress's caravan. The carriage has come to a halt and as you look about you see your Mistress is nowhere to be found. You also come to realize that once again in her absence your mind is free from her influence. You almost wish it wasn't though as you think back on day's earlier events; how easily you had become putty in her hand with just a few strokes of your dick. The thought of it makes you want to find a hole somewhere to crawl into and die.

You begin to go about inspecting your current situation. First your hands find your face, and you're happy to feel it's clean; any cum that was there wiped away. Next they move south and as you feel the characteristic bulge in your panties you breathe a sigh of relief. It's beaten and sore but it's there; Mistress must have been feeling merciful.

Thinking it best to not spend the whole day napping you slink out of the covers and stretch out to try and coax the sleep from your body. Judging by the light still filtering in through the window you assume it's still midday. Curious you climb up on a wardrobe to peer out and gauge your whereabouts. There you see a line on either side of you of carriages and wagons all varying styles. Some are like the covered wagons you associate with the pioneers from earth. While others are smaller ornate buggies that look like they belong to nobility. Finally one that looks like an iron cage on wheels; you guess it must belong to slavers.

Across from you lies a massive stable; it's stalls occupied by a great many horses and the stable hands tending to them. Large men for the most part carrying the sacks of horse feed or the heavy luggage to and fro. The sight of them makes you realize that you've once again neglected to board your horse. You hope it isn't too big of a deal since there seems to be a whole company of people here paid to do it, but a part of you still worries your mistress will notice your continued failure to perform your duties.

Realizing there isn't much going on outside you climb down from the wardrobe and make your way to the kitchenette. Since you were kept occupied all morning by Mistress's teasing you never got a chance to eat, and the rumbling in your belly seems keen to remind you of that. You find your breakfast where you left it; cold of course, but it’ll fill a hole at least. With Mistress nowhere in sight you decide to settle back into your blanket and eat as you wait for her.

Between nibbles on your toast you find yourself reflecting back on the day’s earlier events. You think about the way she had so mercilessly abused your poor little cock. The way with just a few strokes of your dick your mind turned to mush. It was humiliating! It had never been like this before. Yeah you were never exactly a man among men, but you were still a man dam-it! You were supposed to be the one in control, the one who dominates, the one who conquers. At least that's the way it’s always been with your previous partners, not that those relationships ever actually went anywhere. Still though, that's what's supposed to be natural right?

But this morning felt so good! Not just the orgasm; though you’ve never cum more in your life, but the whole experience. They way she deftly played your cock like it was some kind of instrument. The way it felt to curl up beneath her; letting your world narrow until it was her and only her. Even how utterly powerless you felt. There was nothing you could have done to stop what was happening, and oddly enough at least in that moment you were okay with that. Not just okay with it, but you had actually begun to crave it; The very thought of it filling your belly with butterflies.

There’s a certain sense of security in being with Mistress Lovara you’ve never felt with anyone else before. Even the parts you should hate, that predatory look in her eyes, those little possessive touches, and her sharp commands, were starting to grow on you. You’ve never felt desired this way before. It’s not like you were ever unattractive; quite the contrary actually. You’ve actually always been told you were on the handsome side, but it's not as if women were ever lining up to sleep with you. It does hurt your pride a bit. Knowing that you’re only the target of her affection because you’ve lost all your masculinity and been **** into slavery. That affection is still intoxicating though; almost enough so to make it worth it, almost.

You quickly scarf down the rest of your breakfast and begin looking for something new to occupy yourself. Anything to distract you from thoughts of this morning. The more you think of your earlier “punishment” the more tempted you are to just down the entire flask right now. No doubt that’s Mistress’s intention; Lure you in with honey sweet feelings, so you drop your guard long enough to give yourself over to her completely.

Ultimately you make your way to the door. You do briefly consider trying to leave now that you’ve returned to civilization, but you don’t entertain the thought for long. Now that you know your relationship is on a time limit you’re no longer **** to get away from her. You're actually quite curious to see where things go by staying with her. So instead of trying the door you look down to find a bucket full of soapy water and a sponge sitting next to it. You assume Mistress left them here so you could do the dishes, and satisfied that it'll at least pass the time you set about scrubbing Away.

It doesn't take long before you're finishing up drying the pan you used with a simple cloth rag you found; when the caravan door suddenly swings open. There Mistress Lovara stands in the doorway looking mildly annoyed, before her face immediately breaks into a smile upon setting eyes on you.

She waits for a moment expectantly before you suddenly realize what she wants. "W-Welcome back Mistress." You aren't exactly sure how you knew what to say but the immediate sense of satisfaction tells you that was what she was waiting for.

"It's good to be back, Chessie." She smiles at you warmly and ruffles the hair between your ears. "I see you've done the washing up, and without me even needing to tell you too. That's a very good kitty."

You feel a bit of indignance at her comment and can't help yourself from talking back. "I'm not a child Mistress. I know how to clean up after myself."

"Oh? So you say but I can think of a number of chests your little paws were rifling through last night and are still left out and disorganized." She gestures to the floor of the caravan and the contents strewn about it, and a sudden sense of embarrassment overtakes you.

"I'm sorry Mistress! I'll clean them up right away!" You set out to start immediately but are stopped by a hand on your collar.

"It can wait, pet. we've got more important business to attend to." You look up to her confused. "We do, Mistress?"

Your Mistress looks down at you with a smirk. "Yes pet today we're going shopping. "