Jesus.
“You’ll wear a robe. She’ll join us after breakfast.”
“Do you have room service here?”
“Of course.”
She nods her head and bites her lip as I pick up my phone.
“Uh… Master?”
My lips quirk up. “Call me Thayer.”
“Slaves can call their masters by their first name?”
“They can do whatever their master tells them, Savannah.”
She looks abashed. “Okay then. Um. Thayer?”
“Yes?”
“How would we do the breakfast thing if I really was your slave?”
“I’d order you breakfast. Food that you like and food that serves you. I’d feed you myself.”
“Huh. Food that serves me? What does that mean?”
“High-quality food that you enjoy.”
“Ah, okay, so if I don’t do dairy or something, you’d take that into account.”
“Yes. We have a private chef who prepares food that our clients prefer or request.”
She cocks her head to the side curiously. “What else do you have here?”
“Lots. I’ll show you, since you’re staying here indefinitely.”
I tap Cosette’s number. “But we have to make sure you’re unrecognizable first. We’ll start there.”
Cosette answers on the first ring.
“Thayer?”
I quickly fill her in.
“Of course, I’ll be there in an hour. Any requests?”
“Don’t tell anyone where you’re going or what you’re doing.”
Next, I order food while Savannah explores the room. I let her. The more she knows about where we are, the better. She opens closets and drawers and peers out a window. “Oh. Oh, my,” she says when she finds a sensory deprivation hood on a shelf beside a pair of spreaders.
“Do you do butt plugs?”
I blink. “Do Idothem?”
Though she flushes pink, she continues bravely, “I mean, like, do you use them? Are you into that jeweled plug thing?”
“Yes, of course. Not forme,but as my submissive, I’d require it of you.”
