Chapter 4: Two Names

When I got home, it was around four pm. I told Gertrude, the cook, that we would have supper around six pm.

I went to my bedroom and was stunned.

I had never been much of a cleaner, especially since I had a housekeeper who picked up after me. I did not realize what a poor job Mable was doing. My new slave made my room almost gleam. All the surfaces were spotless, my bed was made, with the bedspread and duvets on top. The carpeted floor was clean, and she’d said that she couldn’t vacuum.

I looked into my closet and all my clothes that were dirty were now clean and hung in their place. In fact, they looked better than the clothes that had been in there before. Evidently, she had ironed the clothes she laundered, even the knit shirts. In my drawers I found my underwear and socks also pressed! Underneath, my other briefs and socks looked shabby by comparison.

I didn’t see any sign of my girl, so I did some searching. I found her in the shower, on her hands and knees. Her large breasts rubbed against the floor. She was smiling and humming some tune as she scrubbed the tiles.

I cleared my throat, and she looked up. “Welcome back, Master!” she said with a smile. She sat up in the kneeling position. “Give me a minute and I will be ready for you to use.”

“No need. Continue with your work. I just want to talk to you.”

She looked surprised, “Okay...” The blonde resumed her scrubbing.

“I like the job you’ve done.”

She nodded, “Thank you, Master. I am sorry I have not pressed all the clothes that were already in the closet and dresser drawers, but I thought getting your bathroom clean was more important. I will try and clean and press the curtains tomorrow.”

I looked at the sinks and toilet. They both gleamed in the fluorescent light.

“How did you get the carpet so clean? I thought you didn’t know how to use the vacuum.”

“I got Mable to do it for me. I didn’t like the job she did the first time, so I made her do it again.”

Mable was probably in her late fifties, and taller than me. “You ordered her around?”

She sat up, kneeling again on the cleaner-covered tile. Suddenly she was serious. “Your bedroom is my responsibility. How it looks directly reflects on me. Your other slaves handle the rest of the house, but your bedroom is my domain.”

Something about the way she said that, sounded like she was saying something she had heard. “Do you understand what you just said?” I asked.

She blushed, “I think so. I’m not sure what ‘Domain’ means.”

“It is your area of responsibility, and yours alone.”

She whispered, “I thought so.”

“I think you may need to learn how to use a vacuum cleaner.”

“I’m sure you’re right, Master. They scare me, though. They are so loud.”

“Tell about your childhood,” I said, as she resumed her scrubbing.

She looked at me skeptically, “You really want to know that stuff?”

I nodded, “I want to know your mind better, not just your body.”

“I am the youngest of seven children. I have three brothers and three sisters. I never met any of my brothers. They moved out long before I was born. My oldest sister was also gone before I could remember her.”

“Did you have good relationship with your other two sisters?”

“Oh yes! They were so kind to me ... Although my youngest sister teased me when I got my boobs. Of course, by then, we were the only two left.”

“None of your other sisters had boobs like yours?”

“My mother told me that the sister I’ve never met did. She also had boobs as big as mine.

“She shut down the teasing when she told us that many man prefer big breasts, and would raise my value when I got sold.”

“Your sister, is she about three years older than you?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, she lives with my father. She goes by the name of Dex.”

She let out a gasp, “She does!”

She crawled over and groveled at my feet. On her stomach, she kissed my sneakers and hugged my ankles. “I would like to see her so much. Could I see her, even for a minute, Master?”

“I think I can arrange that. We’ll need to get you some clothes for you to wear, so you can be out in public.”

“Clothes, I forget about that.

“Can you tell me anything about Dex, Master? Does she have any children?”

“She is pregnant with her first. She’s about four months along.”

The girls got onto her knees. “I can’t wait until I have your first child, Master.”

I tried to let her down gently, “Remember that injection the doctor gave you in your left shoulder.”

She nodded and rubbed the spot, “I can still feel the bump.”

“Well, that makes you unable to get pregnant for six months.”

Stunned, she pondered my revelation. “But after the six months, I can have your babies?”

“That’s right.”

She relaxed a little. “Well, that is okay then.”

“We can spend some time getting to know each other without having to worry about pregnancy.”

“Pregnancy is not a worry, Master. It is a privilege. It is what I was born for ... that and making you come as much as possible.”

“Your purpose in life is making me come?”

She nodded. I could tell she was again reciting something she had been taught. “My purpose in life, and sign of worth is the number of times I can make my Master come.”

“Did your mother teach you that?”

“She did. She taught me everything I needed to know to be your sex slave. I think she did a good job, don’t you?

I nodded.

“The one thing she could not teach me was how good it feels when you put your penis in me. I watched my father fuck my mother many times, but did not understand what all her moans and groans meant.”

“I learned about sex by watching videos on the computer.”

“I saw your computer, Master. But I did not touch it. I don’t know how to clean it without damaging it.”

“You don’t know how to use a computer?”

“I don’t know anything about them. They look like magic to me.”

“The main thing to remember is to not use water or liquid of any kind on it. I am sure the other housekeepers will be able to teach you.”

“I’ll ask them, Master.”

“When you are done here in the shower, we will go out and order you some clothes.”

“i am just about done, Master. All I need to do is rinse and dry, both me and the shower.”

Turning on the shower head, she washed away the cleaning grit she was using. She then stepped under the spray and rinsed off her body. Using a cleaning rag, she dried off all the wet surfaces.

I pulled out a towel and dried her wet body. She purred her appreciation at my attention.

“Are you done?” I asked.

“Just about, Master.” Stepping back, she looked over the entire shower area with a critical eye. She stepped up to a few spots that she was not satisfied with, and gave them a spot cleaning.

With that kind of thoroughness, I understood why everything looked so good in my room.

“Now I’m ready.”

We walked back into my room toward the computer.

“What are your measurements?” I asked her.

Again she spoke from rote, “I am 34 Triple-D- 23- 34 and 5 foot 4 tall.”

“Do you know what those numbers mean?”

She blushed and shook her head.

“The first number is how big you are around your chest, at the fullest part of your boobs. The DDD refers to how big your breasts are. The second number is the size of your waist, at its most narrow. And the last number is the size of your waist at its widest. Someone, like you, whose breast and waist size match. has what is called an hourglass-figure.”

She touched each part of her body as I talked about them. “You know so much, Master. Thank you for teaching me.”

“I am sure you know some things I don’t, and you can teach me.”

She did not respond to that.

I sat down at the computer and turned it on. “Let’s find you some clothes.”

She stepped back and looked away from the screen. “I don’t have an opinion on what to wear. You can dress me however you like.”

“While I am here then, shopping for your clothes, you can go back to cleaning and pressing my clothes.”

She shook her head, “I can do that while you are away or asleep. While you are here, my job is to be here for you.”

She crawled under my computer desk from the far side. She then unzipped my jeans and pulled out my erect member.

“Have you been hard long, Master?” she asked.

“It’s been a while,” I replied.

“I don’t like these pants! I can’t tell when you are in need. I should have sucked you off as soon as you got hard.” With gusto she then worked attentively on my cock.

“Go slow,” I exclaimed. “Let it build. We are not in a rush, and the feel of your mouth on my dick feels so wonderful.”

Following my instructions, she took her time teasing my swollen penis. As I got close to coming, she went even slower, giving little licks to mymost sensitive parts. When I finally came, it was a massive release that felt fantastic. I did not see her, but she must have swallowed every drop of my cum. There was no sign of it on her face, body, or floor.

While she was doing that, I tried to concentrate on what clothes to get her. The problem was, while I knew her measurements, I did not know her dress size. I found out that her bust was an L, her waist an S and her hips an L. That left me scratching my head on dress size. I finally found a website that let me chat with a size consultant. She helped me find dresses that would fit her. I found a sunny yellow short dress with a scoop neckline that will show off her ample cleavage. I figured that I would find a more formal dress, but it was almost supper time and my slave had me on the edge of coming again.

I also thought about getting her some lingerie, but I soon realized that lingerie was to tease your lover when they don’t usually see you nude. I see my slave naked all the time. How would covering up part of her be a thrill?

After I drained my balls down her throat, I looked at the clock. It was 5:55 pm. I had five minutes before we ate.

As I came and pulled away from my desk, my girl moved away the opposite direction. I walked over and sat on the bed. I patted on the space beside me, and my girl sat down in the designated space.

“Before we go eat, I want to give you your name.”

To say she was thrilled, would be an understatement. She bounced up and down, her breasts bouncing fetchingly. “Ohhh thank you, Master! I have dreamed of this day!”

“And I am not giving you just one name, but two.”

That stymied her, “T-Two?”

I nodded, “The first name is a secret name, known only by just you and me. You are not to share it with anyone, not your sister, not the maids, no one! Understand?”

She suddenly got serious. “I understand, Master.”

“And I will not share it with anyone. We will only use it when we are completely alone, usually in this room, or when all the other household members are gone.”

She smiled, “It’s like our own secret, just between me and you.”

I smiled, “Exactly.

“Your secret name is Flood.”

I could see her running the name over in her mind. Her lips moved silently.

“Do you know what the word Flood means?”

“It-It’s like in Noah’s Ark.”

“That’s right. When a great amount of water comes in and covers the ground, where it is supposed to be dry, is a flood.

“With the way you squirt every time you come, it is a natural choice.”

Suddenly a look of understanding crossed her face. “Oh, Master! You are so naughty.”

“Now you have a name, Flood.”

Her face blushed as I said her name.

“Your second name is the one the rest of the world will know. It is your public face, that has nothing to do with your private name. That name is Bertha.”

Again she processed the new name in her mind. “I’ve never heard that name before.”

“It just came to me.” Actually, it was the least flattering name I could think of. It was my way, per my father’s instructions, to keep her from getting a swelled head.

Just then, a knock came on the door, “Supper’s ready.” It was Gertrude.

“We’re on our way out,” I called back.

I stood up, and Flood stood up after me. “Let’s go tell our staff you new name, Bertha.”

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”