Never had the image of her Mistress moved.  It was just a picture after all.  

Carly gazed at the images around her and thought she heard something, a whisper.  The gorgeous lips on the gorgeous faces around her were moving.  The sounds were clearer now.

Yes words.  Carly continued to move against the cock, its length and girth filling her completely with each downward movement.  Her Mistress was nodding and saying something to her.

"Cum for me, little one.  Cum for me."

Carly screamed as she climaxed, expecting to feel the punishing current against her tender soles, but was surprised to feel none.  She was being allowed to experience this pleasure uninhibited by the fear of punishment and the resulting orgasm was even more intense than the first, overwhelming her, embracing her like nothing she had ever known before.  

Her Mistress was smiling now.  What a beautiful smile.  Carly wanted to worship the cunt now, wanted to taste the sweet water only to be found deep within its tunnel.  But the monitors began to go black, one by one, and the little light above her hard plastic bed illuminated its surface.

Slightly frazzled and certainly frustrated, Carly moved quickly to the bed and lay down on her back in the approved position, arms at her sides, her chest still heaving as she fought to control her breathing.

She had heard her Mistress's voice.  She had seen her Mistress's real face, not just a picture.  Carly calmed herself with those thoughts as she relaxed her body and thought of the pleasure she had just been allowed.  The air inside her home seemed sweet, as sweet as her Mistress' face.  She breathed in deeply, delighted with the scent that wafted past her nostrils, and then felt herself drifting off to sleep.  She slept soundly, but did not have The Dream.

When she awoke, Carly immediately knew something had changed.  She could feel something touching her wrists, ankles, and neck.  Obviously, cuffs and a collar, but she knew better than to lift her arms to look at them.  She would remain still, as always.  She would be shown these things when her Mistress wished her to see them.  Until then, she would remain motionless.

The pin light was visible overhead, and Carly turned her head to see where it was directed and sat up quickly to move to that spot.  The pinprick of light settled on the cock jutting out horizontally from the Sculpture of Life.  A grumble rumbled through the room as Carly wondered how long it had been since she last ate.  Sinking to her knees before the cock, she moved her head in and took the large imitation organ into her mouth.  Not wasting time, she began to suck on the cock, moving her head back and forth on it, simulating oral sex.  She knew she would do this for some time before she would be allowed nourishment.  As with the cunt, there was a protocol to be followed.  

After servicing the large member for some time, Carly saw a tiny red light flash on the sculpture in front of her and she took the cock all of the way in so that the tip actually pressed against the back of her throat.  She had long ago overcome the gag reflex such an action created and waited for the nourishment to be dispensed.  Pressing harder against the button on the pillar with her nose, she decided that had been the problem as she felt the sludge that was her meal ooze out of the end of the cock and down her throat.

Maintaining the position, her nose against the sculpture, Carly continued to swallow.  When the little light went out, the woman went to work cleaning the cock, ensuring that she got every last drop of her meal.  She had no idea how long it would be until she would be fed again.  For now, though, her hunger had been sated.

Her heart jumped for joy as she saw a ray of light settle on the opposite side of the sculpture.  There was only one thing there and Carly quickly crawled around the short pillar and began to kiss the left appendage.  Her heart continued racing as she poured her love out to her Mistress' thigh.

Slow down!  The urge to rush, to get to the right thigh, to continue on to the cunt was driving her into a frenzy.  This will not please my Mistress!

More slowly now, with obvious affection, Carly started over, demonstrating her skill and her love as she kissed the appendage and continued on from there.  After smothering both of her Mistress' thighs with affection, she was enjoying the sweet water, dispensed from deep within the cunt.  She noticed something bright to her right and moved her eyes to peer in that direction.

A solitary monitor was on, her Mistress was watching her.  It was not the photo.  Turning her attention back to the cunt before her, Carly worked her tongue expertly as she had been taught, swallowing as the moisture leaked out of the tunnel and into her mouth.

The sensation of energy tickled Carly's knees, and the woman looked up.  The room was dark again except for four lit circles on the floor.  She quickly moved to kneel on these spots, bending down so that her head was against the floor, her hands were behind her back.  She had been trained, through video, how and when to strike this pose.  It had been required of her almost every day, but the purpose of the pose had never been revealed.

Carly nearly screamed when a loud noise echoed in the box and the floor shook for a moment.  Peering to the side without moving her head, she saw the walls to the box lift away from the floor.   Terrified, she listened to the sounds of footsteps approaching her, but she maintained her position.  As the footsteps approached, Carly determined that they were high heels.  The heels came up next to her and then walked slowly around her.

A slight tug on her collar and the feel of a chain, and then another tug upwards, prompted Carly to stand.  Before her was her Mistress, holding the end of the chain.  Her beautiful Mistress had come for her.  Carly's knees felt weak, and she had to concentrate to remain upright.  She quickly looked down, knowing it was not her place to be looking at her Mistress, but what she had seen made her heart race.

It was the same woman who had cared for her all of this time.  Her beauty radiated outward, making Carly feel warm and safe.  She tried not to smile, but smile she did.  Why?  Was she happy?  She knew she was.  Her Mistress' fingers traced a line across her bare shoulders and then down her back, sending a shiver right along with them as they explored.

The caresses felt wonderful as her Mistress continued to explore her body, her hands coming around from behind to hold her breasts.  Carly fought to maintain her balance as she suddenly felt light-headed, trying to concentrate on her breathing now, and not the wonderful sensations this woman, her Mistress, her owner, was giving her.

A sudden warmth next to her face surprised the young woman as she felt her Mistress' cheek touching her own, and she could no longer suppress the low moan of arousal that had been aching to escape her lips.  Carly felt practically orgasmic as the woman's arms came around her midsection to embrace her, holding her close, holding her firmly, holding her property.

"Come, little one.  It's time for us to go home."

Home!  Yes, take me home, Mistress! Carly waited patiently as her Mistress walked around her again, her fingers tracing a line around her naked shoulders as she walked.  When she came to the front, she held up the leash and began to walk.  

Carly followed closely behind, emerging from under her suspended box to see large boxes all around them.  She followed her Mistress down the wide central aisle of what appeared to be a warehouse; large black boxes lined up in rows on either side of them as they headed towards the far end of the building.  The boxes were exactly like the one she had called home for so long.

The slave smiled.  She would have a new home now.


The End