You've never asked me to come to your place before. We always met at my place or at a hotel. You sounded worried on the phone. And now I stand nervously in front of my master's front door and take a deep breath before ringing the bell.
You open the door and look me over. I immediately get down on my knees and want to undress, but you stop me.
“I don't have the time or desire to use you right now, little one.”
You explain the situation to me, and I only understand half of what you're saying. In summary, I understand that you urgently need to go on a business trip because of a very important client, and you're very upset about it. In addition, Simon, your favorite slave, is seriously ill, and you can no longer care for him. It sounds like a real emergency!
“Simon knows that you're there and that you'll take care of him.”
Before you leave, you look me sternly and deeply in the eyes.
“If anything happens to Simon, you'll regret it bitterly! And if he's not healthy when I get back, you'll need someone to take care of you!”
And then you were gone before I could really say anything.
Somewhat overwhelmed by the situation, I cautiously peek into the bedroom. Simon is fast asleep and breathing heavily. He is much more attractive than I am. He has a soft, angelic face and the body of an underwear model. Apparently, the master has a weakness for blonde twinks; I recognize a pattern here. His face is very pale and there are small beads of sweat on his forehead. He is enchantingly beautiful. And of course I am jealous. He is the master's favorite slave, he is allowed to live with the master and he is even allowed to sleep in the same bed with the master. I admit that these are things that are unattainable for me and that I can only dream of.
Time to get to work! At the pharmacy, I get the medication that Simon has to take three times a day. Then I do some shopping. To distract myself, I clean the apartment a little. It seems to me that Simon hasn't been able to take care of the housework for some days. Then, I cook a hearty chicken soup. When the soup is ready, I bring Simon a portion and luckily he is awake now. He looks at me very critically and takes the bowl without saying a word.
“Hey Simon. Nice to meet you.” I say somewhat embarrassed to break the awkward silence.
We don't make eye contact and keep our eyes downcast.
“Nice to meet you too,” he replies curtly.
“I got you some medicine too.” He nods and continues slurping his soup.
“Your feet are freezing!” I recognice with a reproachful undertone.
He flinches as I begin to massage and warm his feet while he continues to eat his soup.
“You have to get well soon. Master is very worried.”
I am a little shocked by my almost dominant tone of voice. An awkward silence follows until we both burst out laughing.
“At your command, Master Marvin,” Simon teases me.
I hand Simon an ointment from the pharmacy.
“Rub this on. Then you'll sleep through the night.”
He nods and lifts his shirt. But I can't look at it for long.
“You have to apply the ointment thickly! Let me do it!”
I kneel behind him and he continues to lift his shirt. And then I see it; the scars on his back. 'What a crime to destroy such beauty,' I think. I'm a little horrified. I apply the ointment gently, carefully avoiding the areas with scars. 'But this wasn't the master, I'm quite sure of that,' I ponder.
“It's time to sleep now. I'm right next door. If you need anything, you can call me anytime.”
“Thanks, Marvin. Thanks for being here.”
“No problem!” I wink at him.
