Masters Room

  I was on my way home from a long vacation. The plane ride had been smooth for the most part. My thoughts drift to the wonderful time on the beach in Italy. I had a lot of time to think about Cayce. We had been going out for about a year, and we had been drifting apart for some time now. I love him but he is just so nice I cannot take it anymore. Like right before the trip we had a fight about me not asking him to go with me. He had started the fight and then totally told me it was ok to go without him. That afternoon he gave me a beautiful watch to tell me how sorry he was. He was always doing stuff like that. I decide to start a new page in my life, just as soon as this plane landed. My thought broke as the guy next to me said,” the plane has landed.” “Thanks,” I mumbled. I make my way through the terminal to get my luggage. I lugged my stuff to the cab. As the cab pulled up in front of my house, I let out a sigh. Back to the real world, I say to myself.

    Once I got everything into the house I decide to get something to eat. So I head to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee while I throw a hot pocket in the microwave. I grab my snack, plop down on my couch, and start to go through my mail. One envelope caught my eye; it had a chain sketched around it. I open it slowly and inside was a note and a key. This is strange, I thought to myself. I picked up the note and read it. I start to read it aloud. “My dearest Jesse, you are no longer Jesse. You will answer to slave or any other name I decided to call you. You will refer to me as Master or Sir at all times unless I give you permission to do otherwise. Go to your bedroom and get the box off your bed Slave. I will be in touch, Your MASTER”

    The letter sent chills down my spine. Who was this person, and how did he get into my house. I read the note over again as I made my way to the bedroom. There on the bed was a beautiful wood box. I try to open it but the box is locked. “The key,” I said aloud feeling stupid. I went back to the coffee table and got the key. Just as I was going to enter the bedroom, the telephone rang causing me to jump. I grab the telephone off the counter. “Hello,” I said. “Well hello my little slave,” a gentle husky voice said. Panic raced up my body as I try to figure out the voice with no luck. “Who are you,” I ask is a shaky voice. He replied, “Have you not read the letter slave? You are to call me Master or Sir each time that you say something to me. I am letting this one slide, but next time you will be punished. Do you understand slave?”

Masters Room is a 6,400 word story