Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I walk five steps behind, carrying her bags. She speaks to the taxi driver in a language I do not understand and she tips him with my money.
She takes me to a bar you know, a place that is packed with people. I order a glass of wine for her and bring it obediently. She takes a sip and frowns at me. You are lucky I do not spit it in your face!
You should be grateful for my mercy, cursed slave. I quickly memorise her words and speak them to the barman. Dozens of Germans laugh, repeating my words in mockingly effeminate accents. Mistress Sofia is rocking with laughter, her boots propped up on my chair. She brings back two glasses of wine. I reach out to pull one out of her hands but she snatches it away.
She drinks her wine slowly, barely looking in my direction. I get more eye contact from the people who are staring at me. Eventually, we leave. Mistress Sofia takes me on the U-Bahn to go to a restaurant. It is very formal and expensive, and I half-expect to be turned away for not wearing a tie. As usual, everything is done in German.
I sit in silent obedience as I did for so many years while my Mistress flirts with the waiter. As he leaves, she finally speaks to me. We are given an incredibly expensive bottle of wine. She bats the waiter away when he puts out a glass for me. My excitement rises when she is brought oysters. Mistress Sofia eats them with seductive relish, letting each one slowly slip down her throat.
