"Why won't this close, fuck!" I yelled before I just reached down and unplugged the computer.
Silence filled the room, and I looked at Rose and started to explain, "I uh, have a virus. It, um, sends me that stuff, sometimes," but again, she started sobbing.
"Rose is sorry, Master, I didn't mean to touch your things without permission. Please beat me, Master, punish me!"
She threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
Now, you can finally see a bit of what's to come. It took me a while to realize how sensitive Rose was and how hard it was to get mad at her. Of course, the real kicker will come later, when Rose saves my life, well, in a way. But for now, you can see how it progressed to that.
I had called off work, saying I was sick and wouldn't be in tomorrow. Financially it would kill me, but I could leave Rose to sit alone in the apartment, knowing she wouldn't burn it down by accident.
After the computer incident, I grabbed her hands and led her to sit on the couch. Immediately she stopped sobbing and tried getting me on my back once again.
"Wait, no, Rose. We need, please stop for a second, Rose. NO, PLEASE LISTEN!" I didn't snap at her, but I raised my voice, which made her look at me, shocked, before she started crying again.
"Stop crying. I am not mad at you. I want you to listen, okay?"
She sniffled and nodded, "Okay, Master, I'm sorry, Master."
I took a deep breath and tried to figure the whole thing out.
"Look, my name is Ceil. You can call me Ceil. You don't have to call me Master. I'm sorry I keep making you cry but wait, not again, please don't. I forbid you to cry until I am finished talking!" She had almost started up again, saying she was sorry, but stopped when I told her to. This was progress.
"Good, thank you. I guess the most important thing right now is," I was about to say talking to each other, but instead, Rose shouted, "HAVING SEX!"
I laughed. How much of a fool was I not to agree? I was a lot of fool.
"No, we need to talk. Figure out what you're going to do while I am at work. Even though I would love to spend all day with you, I still need to work. If I don't work, I can't pay my bills, and then we could end up homeless on the street."
She listened intently and then tilted her head in thought, "Oh, I have something for you, Master, one second!"
I shook my head when she called me Master again. I guess baby steps are best.
She quickly got up, and her movements were like a little animal as she scurried over to grab her bookbag.
"You don't have to work, Master! Rose makes lots of money. My money is your money, Master!"
As she reached into her book bag, I stopped her. Even though my perverted thoughts about her were enough to make a documentary, the last thing I thought about was making her work, let alone taking her money.
"I don't want your money, Rose. We only have 100 days together, so instead, let's focus on that first. You can sleep in my bed, and I can sleep on the couch. Tomorrow I will work on cleaning up, and" again she interrupted me, this time reaching out and laying a finger on my lips.
"No, no, Master, I will clean. You will just have sex with me. That is the only thing you have to do!" she said, her response so matter of fact and forward that I almost questioned who was the real Master here.
"Yes, well, we will come to that soon, but right now, the noodles are getting soggy, and the beer is probably warm. Why don't I order pizza, hmm? We can watch a movie while we eat. Does that sound good?"
"Of course, Master, anything you say sounds good," she smiled as she said it, and it made me smile back at her.
I handed her a comic book to read, "Here, I don't know if you like comics, but you can read this while I clean up the kitchen and order pizza."
Taking it and nodding, she started looking at it, but the comic was upside down.
"Uh, Rose, have you ever read a comic book before, or maybe just a book?"
Shaking her head and looking up at me as I stood, she said, "Sorry, Master, Rose doesn't know how to read. We don't need to learn that most of the time, where I come from. Mainly house slaves learn that."
This was a problem, and you might be thinking, what's the point of her reading when she's there just to screw my brains out? Well, think about it this way. Sure, the idea of fucking every hour on the hour of the day is excellent, but in reality, it's not feasible. There will come the point, like at that moment, where she will need to read something to keep her busy.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know," I responded, feeling sorry for her. What kind of education system did they have down in Hell?
"Please don't be sorry, Master. Rose is only made to be pretty, sexy, cute, and cute sexy. I am to fit into your lifestyle and succumb to your every want and desire. I am to listen, obey and satisfy. I also learned how to protect, be flexible, and never lose my temper with my Master."
I didn't mean to laugh, but I did so hard that I had to brace myself on the arm of the couch.
She was definitely cute sexy, as she put it, and it somehow made me want to protect her at that moment.
"I see. Well, uh, those are important traits, but why didn't they teach you to read?"
I asked her as I walked to the kitchen. I didn't want to seem like it was a big deal.
"It's more for house slaves or sex slaves that can advance. I didn't make it to that class, Master. I'm sorry. Rose is a failure! I'm such a disappointment to you. Please punish me!" before she could start sobbing, I responded, "Don't cry. You're not a failure. We are just having a conversation. You don't need to apologize. But how come you didn't make it to that class?"