It was a quiet Monday morning. I had just finished fucked the slut and was sitting in the veranda reading the morning newspaper when the postman arrived with a telegram. I ripped it open and read the news of my father's death in the line of action. Surprisingly, I didn't feel any remorse or any sort of loss in his death. It was just an event.
I went into the house. The bitch was in the kitchen getting lunch ready.
"You're a widow now bitch" I announced.
She turned to me with a stricken look on her face.
"You are joking right? Tell me you are joking" she said.
I let her face have the entice face of my palm. The slap had been nice and hard and she was thrown to the other end of the kitchen. She lay on the floor, her hair all over her face.
"I'm sorry Master. Its just that your slave was shocked by the news" she whispered.
I left her alone for the day. The next week his body was flown into town and we had a nice quiet funeral to mark the passing away of a person who never really created any ripples in his lifetime. An apt funeral I would say.
I hadn't abused her for over a week now. I was sitting in the hall sipping a rum when she walked in nude.
"Has the Master decided about his slave? His slave hopes that she won't have to go away due to this unfortunate incident. She cannot hope to survive without her Master" she said as she knelt in front of me and placed her head on my lap.
I caught her by her hair and lifted her head. I turned her around so she faced a piece of paper on the table in front of me.
"Sign it," I said.
She looked at it, reading the first few lines. That was enough to tell her that signing the paper meant turning over her entire inheritance to me. She picked up the pen I had left next to it and signed her name at the bottom of all seven pages.
"From today you don't exist. You will only be known by the name `Slut'. That is your name and your identification. If someone asks you your name, that is how you will respond. You will never leave this house except when I command you to. The sole reason for your existence is my pleasure. You will not refuse any command that I utter, even if it means bodily harm to you. It might even involve permanent damage, but refusal will mean banishment. Is this clear to you Slut?" I asked her.
"Yes Master" she whispered.
"Good!" I said.
"Get all your clothes and pile them on the verandah" I ordered.
She left the room and in about ten trips had all her clothes on the verandah. I picked up a matchbox and gave it to her.
"Light it up" I said.
She struck the match and put it to the pile of clothes. She kept at it till the fire completely engulfed her clothes. She looked so beautiful standing in the light of the bonfire of her clothes naked and vulnerable. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Feedbacks are welcome. You may contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org