“Why do you have to go, anyway? Can’t I come with you, Master?”
Janie knew she only sounded querulous. No one likes a whiny sub, she’d been told. She knew, too, that Paul had little choice about this trip. It was work. But Paul had never punished her for needing him.
Paul smiled. “You won’t be missing me much, Janie. You won’t have time.”
“You’re meeting my friend Monica. She’s in charge of you this weekend. You’ll address her as Mistress, and you’ll obey her just like you obey me. Until I collect you on Monday. Understood?”
Janie felt near-terror. She’d never obeyed, or served, anyone but him. “Yes, Master?”
“How can I- ?” She wanted to say, “serve anyone but you?”, but she knew this was already decided. And although this frightened her, she didn’t want to displease Paul. “How do I get to her place? Do you have her address?”
“I will deliver you, little love, and I’ll come to collect you when I’m back. And we’re leaving right now.”
Panic! She felt the sudden jolt, the lift in her heart rate. “Master! Please! I, I have to pack!”
“You’re wearing your collar. You won’t take that off, and you won’t need anything else. Now, girl.”
The next episode is here.