Holding my Master’s quirt, I watched Him and Nuqi disappear into the darkness of the stronghold’s hall. Glancing down at the three-tailed implement in my hands, I felt a blush creep across my cheeks as the memory of my introduction to it replayed in my head. A soft laugh escaped me at my own thoughts before I turned and made my way toward the supplies, intent on properly cleaning and oiling my Master’s quirt.
Gathering the oil and the necessary cleaning supplies, I made my way into the kennel I had been tossed into the other night. Settling down upon the furs, I laid the quirt across my lap and began examining the leather, taking care to check each of its three tails before beginning my work.
Finding no repairs necessary, I gathered a soft cloth and the oil, pouring a small amount onto the cloth. I then secured the lid on the oil and returned it to its place before turning my attention back to the quirt.
Taking the cloth and quirt, I settled once more and began my task, working the oil into the leather of each tail with careful strokes. I took my time, making certain to tend to each one evenly, working the leather gently between my fingers before moving on to the next. Once finished, I wiped away any excess oil and laid the quirt aside to allow the leather time to absorb it.
After giving it a little time, I took a clean, dry cloth and carefully buffed the handle and each of the three tails, removing any remaining excess oil. Running my fingers lightly along the leather, I inspected my work one final time, satisfied that it was clean, supple, and properly tended. Gathering the supplies, I returned each to its proper place within the kennel before carefully lifting the quirt. Making my way out, I crossed the stronghold toward the training barracks, carrying the freshly tended implement in both hands. Once there, I approached the place where my Master’s belongings were kept. Pausing for a moment, I pressed a gentle kiss to the handle before carefully laying the quirt in its proper place.
Walking back into the slave pens from the barracks, I made my way to where I had left my leathers and top. Quickly shimming into the leathers, my face flushed as they skimmed my ass cheeks, reminding me of the lashings and just how thoroughly my Master had used me. The marks from His rough grip when I had been bound to the pleasure rack were still prominent, and my new adornments sparkled as they caught my attention in the mirror. I studied my reflection for a moment, silently admitting that I enjoyed seeing His marks upon me. Blushing even more at the thought, I shook my head as if I could chase away thoughts of the Man who owned me and tied the skins I used as a top around my bountiful breasts.
Finally dressed, I made my way to the animal pens, where the Verr and Ember would need tending and feeding. Entering the cavern, I smiled at the sight of Ember, though Kautak was clearly displeased with her being inside his enclosure. Giving her a little affection, I sent her to wait by the doorway before approaching the great male Verr. I patted him soothingly and set about preparing the grain and molasses for him and his girls. As they ate, my thoughts inevitably wandered back to my Master and our stay here at Bak’mahl. It was proving to be a fascinating place, and I was enjoying the discoveries I was making about myself here, many of them at His hands.
Combing through the Verr’s coats while they ate, I found myself thinking about how easily my Master brushed and braided my hair. It was another thing I had discovered I enjoyed, and I couldn’t help wondering if there was anything that Man couldn’t do. Once I had finished tending them, I checked the water flow to ensure they had a steady supply of fresh water before leaving the enclosure. Giving Ember the familiar hand signal, I waited for her to follow before collecting a torch.
My next task was making sure there were lit torches in both the barracks and slave pens and that the fires were properly fed. Satisfied that everything was in order, I headed toward the kitchen cavern. Once there, I quickly fetched Ember her meal from the pantry. While she ate, I chastised her for not being around more often when I had my time alone to complete my chores or simply enjoy a little peace. Of course, I suspected she was either following my Master around, as she so often liked to do, or exploring the stronghold with Nuqi. Knowing Ember, either possibility seemed likely.
Turning toward the kitchen to begin preparing a meal, I suddenly gasped as a tremor rolled through the stronghold. I glanced around, startled, just as Ember flattened herself against the floor. Dropping into a crouch, I moved toward her, but before I could reach her, the trembling began again, this time accompanied by a deep, terrible rumbling. The mountain itself seemed to be shaking apart around us. An earth shake! I couldn’t stop the shriek that escaped me as fear took hold, and I wrapped myself around Ember, holding on tightly as the stronghold rocked and groaned around us.
For several ehn after it finally stopped, I remained where I was, trembling with a fear unlike anything I had ever experienced. Then the cries of the Verr reached my ears. Despite my shaking hands and unsteady legs, I pushed myself up to my feet, signaling Ember to follow. Picking our way through the scattered debris and fallen kitchen items, I hurried toward the animal pens to make certain the Verr were unharmed, calling out for my Master as I went.
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