If only I could peel onions

It was Tuesday night and rosie and her Master were at home. Well He had only just gotten home. She was looking forward to His arrival, as the night before He had told her that He wished to use her hard on Tuesday. She had prepared herself for Him. She was bathed and clean, smelling fresh. Her cunt was shaved as He likes it, with a thin line going up her mound. Her legs were shaved and her toenails painted. Her fingernails french polished and she was wearing nothing but stockings and a big white linen shirt and of course perfume, but not sickly perfume, perfume that just wafted into His nostrils as she moved near Him.


She meet Him at the door on her knees. Her thighs slightly splayed, her mound still glistening from her bath, her clit rubbed and ready, swollen and poking out from the folds of her labia. Her clithood bar was shining teasingly at Him.


As He walked in the door she smiled mischievously.


"Hmmm 8 minutes late Master".

He looked at her.

"I suppose I will forgive it THIS time Master but be sure not to let it happen again".

"Really" He said.

She nodded and lowered her face so that she could hide the smirk on her face.


He walked past her and she was a little annoyed. She should have known then that perhaps His day had not been too great. She shuffled a little and stood up following Him.


"Did you read my blog at work Master?"

"Yes, I told you amber was more brown than red".

"I was not denying that Master I was merely pointing out that it could be red".

"Yes but brown is more common rose".

"Yes Master I KNOW that but…."


He looked at her and she looked at Him. She should have stopped there.


"And did you book the accommodation?"

"No, I cant book the accommodation yet because…."

"And did you read the synopsis of the book I wrote about Master?"

"No I didn’t read the synopsis rose, but I know which one it is now, it’s the one with Danny in it right?"

"Well that’s great Master I thought you might have said thank you and at least read the synopsis, I took time to look that up for you and time to research about amber and I REMEMBERED to remind you about the accommodation…"

He was silent as He walked into the kitchen and she followed behind. He placed his coat on the back of the chair, His back to her and turned to put the kettle on.

"At least you could have read it Master, I wont bother in future, I will delete the posts, I wont bother reminding you or researching anything you never read it anyway…." She continued, pushing, inching just a little further into the deep dark recess of the hole that suddenly appeared at her feet.

Her voice filtered off as He turned slowly and glared at her, His eyes blacker than she had ever seen them before. She stood before Him and held her breath, her heart sinking deep into the bottom of her belly, her belly turning circles, she felt a little sweat form on her upper lip and under her armpits. He looked at her intensely, controlled, oh so controlled, His eyes blank and dark. There was no care in them, there was nothing but anger.

"You know rose I really am sick and tired of you bitching at me, I am gonna go out, you have killed the mood I was in now, I will see you later when you are not so hostile."

"But Master, no, no please no, I am fine, I am sorry, I was joking about you being late…"

"Rose you bitched yesterday, you have bitched today, sleep well and improve your mood, don’t ring my phone, I will not answer it and just get more pissed off".

With that, He was gone, out the door into the night.

She was dumbfounded. She had gone too far. She had not expected Him to explode like that. She can only remember once before seeing His eyes so dark. She knew better than to go after Him, she knew better than to call His phone so she went to bed and slipped into a restless sleep.


****


He did not come home that night, but in the early hours of the morning, He had been to His mate's place and they had sat and talked for a lot of the night and had a few ports. She was not out of bed when He arrived home, she smiled at Him as he came into the bedroom and she pulled the covers from her body, opening her legs, offering herself to Him. He glared at her for not being out of bed and He glared at her in stony silence as she laid there, open, wanting, yearning for Him to forgive her. She quickly scrambled to her feet and made Him a cup of tea. He did not speak to her at all, but ignored her and put the television on with the morning news. It was freezing outside and she had also let the fire go out over night. Usually He would attend to the fire, although she always brought in the wood, then she noticed. She had not brought in the wood the day before, she had been too busy getting ready for His homecoming. She shivered, still in her white shirt, minus the stockings and minus her knickers. He pointed to the woodbox.


"I am sorry Master I...."


"You best fill it up rose it is freezing in here, off you go."


She went to put on some clothes and He spoke, softly and very controlled...


"NO... as you are..."


She dare not argue but went quickly out the back in the rain and started to gather the chopped wood. She knew it would take her three armfuls to load up the wood box and she shivered, getting splinters of wood over her white top, her feet freezing almost to the ground (well that is how it felt to her) "it is raining not snowing" she told herself "a little rain doesn't hurt anyone" she told herself again and forced herself to place a nice smile on her face as she went back and forth loading the woodbox while He sat in His chair drinking His tea and watching the news.


Finally the woodbox filled she knelt to set the fire, the hearth was a little black from yesterday's fire, she had not cleaned it. She got charcoal on her knees and over her white top which was now resembling grey. She pushed the hair from her face as she bent forward on her knees and lit the fire.


"Go and run the bath rose, you are filthy, while it is running get the sewing kit out please"

He went to turn the taps on in the bathroom and then realised, because she had the fire going, she had turned off the central heating and the water was coming out luke warm. She went back into the lounge room, turning the taps off.


"Master is there anything else I can get you? breakfast perhaps? I will have a bath later, the water has gone cold I need to wait for the central heating to warm up a bit."

"Rose you will have a bath now, go and TURN IT BACK ON and GET the sewing box".

She looked at Him, shivering in her wet shirt, standing as close to the fire as she could get. He glared back at her.

"Rose, do not dare defy me, just do it."

She scampered back to the bathroom and turned the hot tap on all the way. It came out coldish, she ran to the spare room and took down the sewing kit and took it back to her Master.

"Thank you rose, now make sure you fill the bath nice and high like you like it girl, I would not wish for you to have a small bath, I know you like to lay in it and pamper yourself, and while you are waiting for it to run another tea please".

He stood up and went to check the bathroom, noting to Himself that the bath was almost full, full of almost cold water, not quite cold, but cold enough not to want to get into it. He didn't care. He was so annoyed, so cross with her, He simply did not care that she was having a cold bath. She deserved punishing and He was beyond being easily appeased.

She had really annoyed Him the night before. He had had a busy day, He had been looking forward to fucking His slut. He needed to fuck her, He needed to feel His shaft inside her tight little cunt. He wanted to use her, tease her. He had wanted to torment her and feel and witness her submission. He wanted to see her face, His face, His girl's face as she struggled to tame her need. He wanted to take her and then make love to her. He adored His slave. She had angered Him, she should have known better to question Him. She had ruined it for Him, yet her purpose was to please Him. Who did she think she was? A little prima donna making demands of Him? She has no place to do that. As His slave she does not have the right to make demands, nor threaten Him. The more He thought about it the angrier He became again. He turned off the hot and ran in some cold. The bath was now full.

He stalked back to the lounge room and looked at her with disdain as she handed Him the cup of tea. He rummaged in the sewing kit and found what He was looking for.

"Off you go rose, off to have your bath, 20 minutes at least in there while you clean yourself, relax and enjoy yourself, I know how much you like to satisfy your own needs".

He handed her a thimble.

She looked at Him, tears welling up in her eyes. but tears would not work, even though the tears were genuine, she was not crying to be manipulative, they just would not help her quandary one little bit. Her Master was way beyond being placated, she knew that and it hurt, it hurt her so much because He was fed up, displeased, so much so that He treated her as if she was nothing to Him. She knew she was, but it hurt that He could and would follow through with His anger. That is why she cried.

"Thimble Master?"

"Yep"

"But..."

"When you are finished, empty the bath with the thimble into the sink. I do not expect you to be finished in under 3 hours, there will be no point in dressing before you do that rose, you will only get wet, so you may as well do it naked, don't hurt your back bending over the tub, nor your knees kneeling on the marble floor."

She looked at Him meekly, her face full of remorse, the tears sliding down her face and her nose beginning to run.

"Yes Master."

She turned and went to the bathroom. He heard her intake of breath and the splash of water as she sunk her feet and then her bottom into the porcelain tub.

****

After she had completed her bath and removed the water with the thimble to His satisfaction He
allowed her to dress and warm herself briefly by the fire. He knees were too sore to kneel so He had her sit with her legs crossed, her back to the fire to ease the ache.

He looked at her. His eyes were still smouldering. She shuffled and moved around a little, straightening and then bending forward, trying to ease her aching body.

"I am sorry Master" She looked up at Him as He sat comfortably in His chair.

"Hmm" He continued to stare at her until she had to look away. She hated seeing His eyes so empty of compassion, or any sort of passion for her. His eyes looked at her as if she were nothing of interest to Him. He made her feel that way. Although she knew He loved and cared for her, it was the way He could completely switch that emotion off that hurt her.

"Who owns you rose?"
"You do Master"
"And what are you rose?"
"I am your slave Master"
"And what is your purpose rose?"
"To please You Master"

She looked down.

"LOOK AT ME".

She jolted her head up as He growled at her and looked at Him.

"You are my property rose, you have no right to defy me, nor question in the manner you did last night. You were completely out of order, not just last night but on other occasions which I do not feel the need to cover right now. I will do what I want, when I want to do it. I do NOT have to justify whether or not I have read anything you write, nor should I actually have to sit here and go through this with you."

"Yes Master"

"Now go to another room, I do not wish to see you."

"Yes Master."

She left the room and went to the kitchen and blindly, through more tears set about cleaning out the cupboards.

He laid back in His chair and fell asleep with the paper on his lap, the fire smouldering and flashing red, unlike His eyes which even when asleep were dark beneath His lids.

****

Hours later she crept silently back to the longe room to stoke the fire and put more wood on it. She had brought Him another cup of tea but rather than wake him she placed it on his side table. He awoke as she set it down. The day had turned to darkness and the room was dim. As He awoke and His eyes fluttered open, before He realised that He had been asleep, she thought she saw Him focus on her face and she thought she saw love, but it quickly changed again to darkness and blank.

"A cup of tea Master, I am sorry for waking You"

"Thank you rose"

I have made dinner for you Master, its almost ready, bacon roll with pease pudding, would you like some now?"

"He slurped His tea, nah, I dont fancy that rose, I would prefer a home made pork pie."

She gasped. She had lovingly prepared one of his favorties, she was trying so hard.

"I um... a pork pie Master?"

"Yep"

"But that takes forever Master and it will not be ready tonight to eat"

"Oh it will be when I get home, I am going out shortly" He replied.

She managed to keep the tears from springing out of her eyes this time.

"Yes Master."

"You may as well start on it now rose, by the time you mince up the pork belly, make the pastry, add all the ingredients and cook it it will be just about ready for me to eat."

"When you have finished go to bed."

With that He got up and went to the bedroom to change and walked out of the house for the night.

****

It was around 1am in the morning when she slipped into bed. His pie was cooked, she was exahusted. She knew that His mood was likely to continue for a couple of days. She knew Him well enough to know that it takes a very long time for Him to lose His temper, but sometimes even longer for Him to forgive her.

She slept in darkness and without light. She slept until He came home.


****


She awoke with a jolt as she heard His car enter their drive from the highway. It was a long drive. They lived on the outskirts of the city, far enough away to be secluded, but close enough to be able to travel easily to the centre of the city when they wished. She could always hear His car before it arrived. Her feet hit the floor before she woke properly, she was determined to try and please Him, she rushed to the front door and knelt in her white cotton knickers and a white cotton top. She parted her thighs, placed her hands on her knees and lowered her eyes, once again for the second time in a couple of days her heart raced, her belly flipped, her face flushed.


He walked in.


He walked in and straight past her.


"What are you doing up rose?"


He damanded the answer as He want straight to the bathroom and used the toilet, looking over His shoulder as she folded slightly, her back to Him, still kneeling, reeling in position.


"Sorry Master I... just....."


She stood and watched Him as He buttoned up His jeans.


"Back to bed, I am going to eat."


"Oh Master let me cut the pie for You?"


"Ahh its not even cut yet? Hmm"


She rushed to the kitchen and cut her pork pie, she placed it on a plate and put some pickles with it, some of His favorite cheese and poured Him a glass of port. She took it to the lounge for Him and placed it beside Him.


"I hope You enjoy it Master, I shall go to bed now...?"


He nodded.


She turned and slowly, despondently walked from the room and curled back up in their bed. She missed Him. She missed His touch. She missed His smell and she missed His fingers snaking around her body sneaking into crevices that she was sometimes unaware she had. Her heart sank and she fell asleep.


****


Sometime later, although it felt like hours to her (it was only 30 minutes) she heard Him before she felt Him get into bed beside her.


He whispered into the back of her neck as she faced the window and He slid into the bed.


"Ahhh defying me again rose? turn around".


She turned and He kissed her deeply on the mouth. She tasted the pickles from His lips and could taste the sage she had put in the pie.


She responded to His kiss and melted her body against His. She thought she heard Him sigh with contentment and momentarily "felt" Him before He griped her hair harshly and pushed her down to His shaft, pining her head down hard into His pelvis, the air exploded from her nostrils as she gagged and then started to suck.


He continued to hold her face down, He continued to push her bobbing head as she came up for air. Then suddenly He pulled her upwards. There was a popping noise as His shaft was taken from her mouth. She felt it against her thigh as He dragged her upwards, before roughly ripping at the cotton of her knickers, tugging on them harshly, muttering and pulling hard listening to them tear. He pinched her nipples harshly through her top and removed it roughly from her.


"Turn over"


She turned and laid face on the bed, the crevice of her buttocks stinging slightly from where her panites had been ripped off. He pushed His knee up into her cunt and roughly opened her legs then pulled her from the waist so she was on all fours.


"Open up your cunt with you fingers I am going to fuck you"


She reached around and opened herself wide and felt Him spear her fuckhole. It was tight.


"Now push back you fuck. Push back and show me who you belong to."


She grunted against Him, fucking back on Him as hard as she could. He slapped her bottom hard, making her jolt. Each time she jolted He pulled on her hair. One hand in her hair, the other smacking her.


"Come on you dirty little fucker".


She groaned and felt Him tighten. His grip tightened on her hair. She moaned, cried out, it hurt. His grip hurt. He pulled Himself out of her and guided her to the floor.


"Suck"


He exploded. Not in her mouth, not over her face. He didnt accidentialy misguide His stream of semen. He pulled from her and released himself on her breasts.


"Dirty little fuck"


He pulled her into Him, against His shaft as He came and He lent down and bit on her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. Did He draw blood? She thought He did. She breathed raspy breaths against Him. Her face buried. Her chest covered in His semen.


He groaned and looked at her, tilted her head back. She thought she could see a flash of something in His eyes as He looked at her in the darkeness. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her gently onto the bed.


"Sleep now rose, you have 500 small onions to peel tomorrow for pickling"


She laid in their bed and He turned her back to her. She curled into Him, spooning and laid her arm across His and over Him. He took her hand and she listened to him sleep.


Tomorrow wold be another day....

****

I would empty two bath tubs of water with a thimble, I would peel 700 onions, if only I could see Him, if only we could argue and make up.

Disappointing Him would be so much easier if we did not live apart. At least I could make Him cups of tea.

I love You Master.


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