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She presented it to Him and as He took it from her, she could almost see a smile.
It was not easy for her to prepare the coffee and present it chained, but she had been doing it a long time and knew just how she could move. The chains always reminded her she was a slave, His slave.
He relaxed in the living room while she made her own coffee and struggled into the living room to kneel at His feet.
�Drink your coffee,� He told her.
She took the cup to her lips as He watched. �I�m going to unchain you now,� He said, �and afterwards, you are to get yourself ready for the day, bathe, and do your hair and make-up, put your entire uniform on, slave.�
�Yes, Master� she replied softly.
He got the keys and began unchaining her.
She asked, �Master, Sir?�
He looked sternly at her, which indicated she may ask her question.
�Do you wish Your slave to smoke, Sir?�
He replied, �Yes you may smoke, slave.�
Immediately when her hands were free she lit up a cigarette, by the time the cigarette was done she was also done drinking her coffee.
He unchained her ankles and sat back to watch TV and relax, smoking Himself.
She didn�t think He noticed her finishing her coffee, but knew He did when He motioned to her to begin her bath by waving her off with His hand.
She instantly rose and went to obey Him, returning only when she was finished with herself.
She had on her white collar, full body harness, made of black leather, her slave heels, which were 6� black stilettos, and her white wrist and ankle cuffs as she knelt next to Him.
She watched His eyes; He was not staring at the TV but instead at His coffee cup, when she realized it her body jolted in reaction. She gently picked up the cup went into the kitchen and refilled it replacing it on the coffee table and kneeling again.
He took His eyes from the TV and looked at her, His poker face did not reveal to her at all what He was thinking, and chills ran through her as she knew He was inspecting her hair and make-up, which was perfect.
Her long red-brown hair cascading around her face to show off her dark brown eyes perfectly, she would not meet His eyes, she knew better.
Very rarely would she look Him in the eyes, it is not respectful for a slave.
He rose, and went into the bedroom, not indicating she should move, so she did not. He returned to the room and pulled her up to standing by her hair.
�Slave, I have something for you.� He told her with a chuckle in His voice. He pulled a box out from behind His back, and handed it to her.
The thrill of a new present shot through her veins, the excitement showing on her face as it lit up in anticipation.
As she opened the plain box she smelled new rubber, she unwrapped the packing paper and pulled out the large piece of shinny rubber, looking at it intently.
It was a hood.
She looked up at Him in amazement, He had threatened to use one on her, but she never took Him seriously. Inside the fear started welling up in her, she knew He would use it, and today. He motioned for her to sit down on the love seat which was �her� slave-couch, and moved to sit on the sofa, which was �Master�s couch.�
She explored the hood, found it had eye and mouth openings and she was sure it would fit tightly to her; it had a zipper in the back.
�Keep looking,� He instructed her as he watched her intently.
She looked in the box again, and pulled out a gag, it was wrapped in leather and had a big O in the middle, she could only conjure images of having her mouth forced open and that gag inserted, to make her pussy instantly wet and fear well up though her more intensely as she set it on the couch and instinctively looked again in the box.