Wanda Zone
Part 1
Ms Wanda walked slowly through the sunlit room, one of Her slaves following softly behind, carrying a tray of pedicure utensils. Ms Wanda took a seat by the window and motioned Her slave to kneel. The slave was careful to keep the tray raised so that his Mistress could see the assorted tools, as She had as yet to decide what She wanted doing to Her feet today. Hmm…new toenail job…She picked up one nail varnish, then another, finally settling for a burnt metallic copper to match Her new open-toed slingbacks.
The slave carefully rested Her booted feet on a small footstool, and worked quickly but thoroughly to undo
the long laces. The Mistress watched him with pleasure and using the tip of Her boot, raised up the slave's face by the chin so that She could look into his eyes, intent on making him blush at this unexpected contact.
As soon as She had seen a tiny, tell-tale bead of sweat develop on his forehead, caused no doubt by Her
probing gaze which he dared not break, She lowered Her foot , chuckled and whispered, "Carry on, ephebe,
dear." She now looked out of the window across the garden where the afternoon's sun molded the bushes and hedgerows into a wave of dimples and recesses, and where an inattentive mind could lose itself for a period spent just being. Her slave, ephebe, slowly eased off Her boots, and began applying the nail varnish to each of his Mistress' elegant toenails, the only sound in the room, an occasional floorboard creaking as ephebe shifted his weight. ephebe would look up at his Mistress now and again, a quick, furtive look to check if She had fallen asleep, however, he always saw the same sight, a far, unflinching gaze, which had
disassociated itself from its immediate surroundings. So ephebe was momentarily startled when he heard his Mistress' fingers click. "yes Mistress…?" "ephebe …fetch me a glass of iced lime tea, please dear"
ephebe rose slowly and made his way to the kitchen, where he prepared his Mistress' favourite afternoon drink. First he poured water enough for two tall glasses into a pan, brought the water to a boil. Then he added a tablespoon of Assam tea, removing the pan from the heat and letting the tea infuse for three minutes, before straining the tea into a jug, which he put into the freezer compartment to chill for ten minutes. Whilst the tea was chilling, ephebe took a lime and squeezed a small amount into the Mistress'
crystal glass set in a silver glass holder, the lattice work of which depicted entwined rose briars. ephebe then placed some ice cubes in the glass followed by a teaspoon of sugar, stirring the mixture all the time.
he then placed the glass on a tray with a napkin, took it to the room where the Mistress was still absorbed in Her reveries and placed it on a small table by Her side. 'Thank you ephebe…I have been thinking that metallic copper isn't right for my toenails…please remove it. When you have finished You may go. Call Friday at midday…I will need your help sometime at the weekend."
ephebe removed the unwanted nail varnish, placed the used cotton swabs on the tray and carried the tray away. he took off his emerald green sequined loin cloth, attached round the waist by a string of jet-black beads fastened by a set of interlocking which required all his patience to undo. the inside of the loincloth had four larger stainless steel rings which Ms Wanda sometimes uses to secure Her slave's penis, and on these occasions his penis ring is fastened to a further set of beads threaded down between his bottom cheeks. Ms Wanda's enjoys this physical control of Her slave's member, giving her ultimate guardianship over Her slave's sometimes unruly desires, and likes nothing better than to tease him into an erection so that She can watch the black beads disappear further up his bottom-crack, while his penis strains for release.
dressed and ready to go, ephebe kneels briefly again by Ms Wanda's chair and quickly dabs his mouth against her bare feet, feeling Her hand on his short stubbly hair, which She has told him before always gives Her a sweet, brief tingling sensation. "Bye ephebe…be good."
To be continued....
Copyrighted by author ©tzacke 1998