Chapter 4

Evelyn followed Kathy’s gaze, and her lips curled into a gentle, knowing smile. She knew well the thoughts that sparked in the girl’s mind. The various manors scattered about the countryside housed several males, busy with the ceaseless work or leisure of the households, but this particular estate had long been an exception. It hosted only one male figure: her Master. Clarence’s arrival had changed that solitude. “I shall ask the Master,” she mused silently, almost an incantation to steady herself. She recalled the strictures that framed the lives of all within these walls. The slaves, expected to be ever ready to fulfill the desires of their masters and mistresses, were bound by rules both written and unwritten, visible and invisible. As much as Clarence’s presence was a blessing, Evelyn knew it also meant that the unspoken boundaries of the house were shifting. Slaves needed to seek and obtain permission before they could venture into intimacy among themselves or with anyone outside their master’s dominion.

“Later,” she said with a smile, looking Kathy in the eyes. The girl smiled back.

Clarence trailed behind his mother through a maze of brightly lit corridors, their footsteps echoing softly against the floor. The walls were lined with paintings, highlighting the rich tastes of their owner. Eventually, they stopped before a large, imposing door. “You must never go beyond this door,” Evelyn instructed, her voice firm. “That part of the building is reserved solely for the Master. Slaves are permitted entry only when the Master summons them.”

Clarence nodded slowly, his expression a mixture of reluctance and resolve. The idea of crossing that door filled him with a deep-seated aversion, a sense of unease curling in his stomach. After his unsettling encounter with the Master, he felt an overwhelming urge to keep his distance. The less he saw of the enigmatic figure, the more at ease he felt.

As they began their walk back to his room, Evelyn suddenly turned to Clarence with a curious expression. “Dear, are you still a virgin?” she inquired, her voice cutting through the quiet hallway.

Clarence’s eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question. “What kind of question is that?” he responded, his voice tinged with a mix of shock and defensiveness.

His mother, with an unwavering gaze, pressed on with a gentle firmness. “A very simple yes or no question,” she insisted, her tone light yet probing.

Clarence felt a wave of discomfort and replied, “I’d say that’s not of your concern,” trying to keep his voice steady as they continued down the corridor.

Evelyn’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “So you’re still a virgin,” she concluded, her eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and maternal affection. “Don’t worry, you will have the chance to lose your cherry very soon,” she added reassuringly, her voice carrying a hint of encouragement as they approached his room.

Although slaves had access to the internet, Anastasia preferred to spend her time at the well-stocked library of the manor. This afternoon she was there reading a book when her beeper chirped, signaling her to attend to her Master.

Quickly setting aside the book she was reading, Anastasia stood up and made her way to her Master’s office.

“Did you call me, Master?” she asked upon entering the room.

Her Master was at his desk, studying some papers. He raised his head.

“Yes, Dear. Come to me,” he responded, turning his chair around and spreading his legs. As she knelt before him, Anastasia could also catch a hint of the lavender-scented soap that he had used in the shower earlier that day. Without hesitation, she opened his fly and took his member into her mouth.

She swallowed it eagerly, knowing that it was her duty and pleasure to serve him in any way he desired. As she continued to suck him off, she could feel his hands on the back of her head, guiding and encouraging her movements.

After a few minutes of this blissful exchange, Anastasia felt him tense and knew that he was close to orgasm. She increased her pace and sucked harder until he released into her mouth with a groan of satisfaction.

Anastasia’s eyes were downcast as she obediently swallowed her Master’s release. As she pulled away, she lifted her head and gazed up at him with adoration in her eyes. Her expression was one of submission and devotion, her lips still glistening with saliva.

“Thank you for allowing me to please you, Master,” she said genuinely.

“You are a good slave,” he replied, patting her head affectionately before dismissing her back to her duties and returning to his papers.

Anastasia made her way back to the library where she resumed her reading.

Unlike the sexy, revealing garments of the slaves, Clarence had been outfitted with proper clothing. His closet now held a few pairs of well-fitted jeans, soft and comfortable shirts, two sleek jackets, and brand new underwear. He even had a variety of footwear to choose from, all stylish and in pristine condition.

Compared to his previous life as an orphan, Clarence was temporarily overwhelmed by the simple luxuries that now surrounded him. It was the first time in a long while that he had ever owned new clothing. He ran his fingers over the smooth, soft fabric, marveling at the fresh, crisp scent of clean laundry that wafted up to his nose. After the tour his mother had given him, he realized just how expansive and lavish the estate truly was. The grand hallways seemed to stretch on endlessly, adorned with intricate tapestries and polished floors. Evelyn had made it abundantly clear that he should remain within the confines of the slaves’ quarters and never venture into the Master’s domain unless expressly summoned. Clarence was torn by conflicting thoughts. The comfortable clothing and plentiful food were undeniably appealing, and he felt a flicker of gratitude for this newfound safety and comfort. Yet, he couldn’t shake the memory that his mother had chosen her master over him and his father, condemning him to many years of living in foster care.

It was already dinner time, so he was about to go to the kitchen when somebody knocked on his door. When he opened it, he saw it was Anastasia, holding a tray with dinner. “I thought you and I could share a meal together,” she said with a warm smile.

Clarence’s stomach grumbled at the smell of warm food.

“Thank you,” he said as Anastasia placed the tray on the desk.

They ate in silence for a while before Anastasia spoke up again. “I hope we didn’t overwhelm you earlier,” she said gently.

Clarence paused mid-bite and looked at her quizzically.

“With all the information about our community and lifestyle,” Anastasia clarified.

“Oh ... no, it’s fine,” Clarence replied hesitantly.

Anastasia nodded understandingly. “We understand that it’s a lot to take in. But we’re here for you if you have any questions or concerns.”

“She’s the enemy,” he reminded himself. Clarence knew better than asking anything yet. He was sure that whatever he asked or said, it would be immediately reported to the master. “I need time to process everything. Perhaps I will ask questions later,” he said.

They talked about trivia for a while, then Anastasia bid him goodnight and left him to rest. But sleep didn’t come.

Only three days had passed since Clarence’s arrival at the manor. Though Mr. Blackwood had not made an appearance, Clarence couldn’t help but feel on edge, as if he were constantly being watched. His only solace was the limited access he had to the internet. But even then, he found himself restricted from visiting government or law enforcement websites, yet free to browse through endless pages of explicit content. It was clear that his every move online was being monitored, further solidifying his feeling of being watched. With his minimal knowledge of technology, having only used Mrs. Grayson’s outdated computer before, he knew there was no way for him to reach out for help even if he wanted to.

Knocking on his door that afternoon, Clarence’s mother entered his room. Without waiting for him to stand up, she declared, “Clarence, tomorrow you will officially begin your education at our private school.” Clarence’s face betrayed his surprise.

“I thought you would be overjoyed,” Evelyn observed with a hint of disappointment in her tone.

“I am,” Clarence reassured her quickly. “It’s just that I didn’t think it would be safe for you to have me attending school.”

“Safe?” his mother asked, puzzled by his words.

Clarence shifted uncomfortably before admitting, “Given the lifestyle you lead here, If I were you I would be concerned about attracting unwanted attention from the authorities.”

“The authorities?” Evelyn repeated puzzled. “Why would they have any interest in us?”

“It’s just ... with the way things are done here,” Clarence struggled to find the right words, “being underage and living as part of a household with masters and slaves ... I bet CPS or other government agencies would be really interested in it.”

Evelyn chuckled, misunderstanding his underlying threat. “Oh, don’t worry about that. We took care of those pesky authorities long ago. Many of them are paid off and those who aren’t are actually a part of our way of life. So you have nothing to fear from them.”