Juliah walked into her chamber. The door was closed behind her. Michael was standing at the foot of the bed, with only the G-string on. The bed was a giant four poster bed with a matching comforter and canopy. They were white silk and adorned with ruffles. The big French doors had matching curtains. In the room, was a couch, chair, and the bed. Two matching lamps were on matching tables on either side of the bed. There were some potted plants well placed throughout the room. A wonderful fireplace made the room cozy. He noticed there wasn’t any artwork on the walls. No figurines on the mantel. The French doors led to a balcony. There was an open door way to another room and a set of doors that were closed. The main room was large. He almost felt safe.

   “Well, you are okay. I promise you will get all the rest you need. Turn around. I want to see your back.”

   He turned around, the gash marks were deeper than she originally thought.  

   “My, I had no idea they were so bad. Do they hurt?” He didn’t answer right away. “I asked you a question.” She hissed. “When do they hurt?”

   “It hurts to sleep on my back. Sometimes they get dry, it is very irritating.”

   “Will you tell me when this happens?”

   “Yes, milady.” 

   She turned him around giving him a soft kiss.

   “Milady, since I am to obey everything you say, can I touch you when I want?”

   “Unless I object. Oh by the way, when I said take off your clothing, I meant everything. However, that is okay. We must go.” She walked over to the closed doors opening them to expose a closet. She was looking through massive amounts of clothing. It was more than any of his owners wives ever had. She even disappeared inside. “I know they are in here some place.” Came her muffled voice. She reappeared with her arms full of clothing. As she stood looking through the pieces he walked up behind her, caressing her softly.

    “Where are we going, milady?” 

   “To get you a suit for tonight.”

   “Must we? Can’t we stay here?” He pulled her hair to one side, kissing her neck. Chills raced across her body as her knees gave way. He caught her with a powerful leg. 

    “Ow.” She whimpered. “My, we really must go.” She stood, stumbling toward the bed. After recomposing herself, she gave him a robe. “That was unexpected,” she panted.

He put on the robe following her out of the room. 

     Juliah  paced for three hours in her chamber before Carter returned with Michael.

   “Milady,” Anna voiced, “you will wear out the carpet. Why are you so nervous?”

   Anna was dressed in a cotton ankle length dress with spaghetti straps. A pair of Ballerina Slippers surrounded her tiny feet. They were the same color as her dress. 

   “AAAH, wait until you see him without most of his clothing on. Hmm!” She licked her lips.

   “Milady,” Anna chuckled.

   “Oh, I know.” 

   “Raging hormones,” Anna said as she turned to leave the room. 

   There was a knock at the door. “It is about time. Michael go take off your clothing! Carter a word with you.” She stepped into the hall. The door was closed behind her. “Well!” She ordered. 

   “It will be seven days for the test results to return. The only physical problems I found were some really deep whip marks on his back. The small ones, I put cream on. They will heal soon. The deeper ones I stitched. The stitches will come out as the wounds heal. There will be some scarring and severe itching. He knows this.”

   “I knew about those; you said problems.”

   “Oh yes, of course, he is physically fatigued. Masters don’t seem to care that men are flesh and blood not machines.”

   “That is true,” she said thoughtfully. 

“Thank you Carter. Let me know as soon as those results are in.” She started to walk away.

   “Milady,” Carter called.

   “Yes,” she turned.

   “I said problems. There is something wrong with his lower back.

   “What do you mean something?”

   “I’m not sure. I will confer with Dr. Zabane to find out more. I didn’t tell him about this because I didn’t want to alarm him.”

   “Thank you.”

   Carter walked away.