Suspense

“... that’ll be all. The rest of the day is yours to do with as you please. Just be ready when I call for you.”

“Yes Sir.” Eliza nodded and stood.

She exited the living room only to see the butler standing quietly on the other side of the doorway. They made eye contact and she blushed. She was acutely aware now that she wasn’t wearing panties. She looked over her shoulder, about to say something, when she saw Sir had returned to his newspaper. She looked forward and walked past the butler, cheeks burning with embarrassment knowing that he’d seen her masturbating for Sir.

She returned up to her room and found another box at the foot of her bed. It contained another butt plug, but she realized it was just slightly bigger. Her eyes went wide as she realized she was being trained to take larger and larger objects. She took a deep breath in and removed and replaced her plug. Once again she felt the stretch of the bulb as it entered her and the relief of the object settling between her cheeks. The gem on this one was clear.

She redressed and made her way downstairs. She wanted to be close to Sir so that she was there when he called. Whenever that would be. She found her way to a library and began to browse. She’d always been a reader and this was a particularly well appointed collection. It seemed like a well loved collection. The books hadn’t been rebound to match each other, rather they were packed in on the shelves exactly as they’d been published. She pulled a novel from one shelf and curled up in one of the large chairs. The hours ticked away and Sir didn’t call for her. Distracted as she was by the book, she realized her pussy was still slick with anticipation. Some member of staff came in with lunch around noon and left it next to her as she read.

Eventually, she looked at the clock and realized it was close to the time they’d had dinner the night before. She made her way to the dining room to see Sir sitting down.

“Ah, good girl, I didn’t even have to call. Come here.”

Eliza walked to him, pride swelling in her chest at being a good girl for him. Almost clinically, he reached between her legs and found her slit.

“Good, you stayed ready for me.” He smiled up at Eliza. That’s what he’d meant. She was to stay wet for him, ready to be used.

He questioned her about her day as they ate and seemed proud that she’d used the time to read. She’d spent the day bettering her mind and he seemed to want that for her. ‘So I’m not just here for sex,’ Eliza thought.

At the end of the meal, Sir locked eyes with his mentee, “That will be all for the evening, Eliza. You may retire.”

She nodded and stood, heading up to her room. As she got to the landing, his words echoed in her ears, ‘This is where you’ll go after dinner unless I tell you otherwise.’ Had she just been told otherwise? Or was that part of retiring?