The Family’s Chaste Slave Ch. 04

Anthea, Olivia, and Connor had departed the previous day on their high-Christmas-season trip to Prague and Budapest, all at my expense, of course. I was remaining behind here, as one does, to keep the home fires burning and clean the house for their eventual return.

Today was an exception, though; I was let out of the house for a brief period and under strict supervision.

At 10:00am, the bell begins to ring. I rush to open the door, adjusting my apron which Anthea had told me to wear at home. I greet the client standing before me, looking down immediately.

Vasso stands in the doorway, being in elegant-looking attire. She wears a tight beige wool turtleneck sweater that clung to her smooth body and blue high-waisted jeans that tied themselves around her athletic thin legs.

A tan, heavy coat slung across her shoulders and a cream-colored cashmere scarf loosely tied around her neck.

She is dressed in black leather ankle boots with a slight heel and beneath them I glimpse at soft beige socks peeping out.

She smiles. “Well, well, Richard. The little house pet gets lead out for an airing at last. But only with supervision, of course.” She breathes softly and comes in, gently pushing past me as if I am not there.

I close the door behind her, too afraid to look up. “Good morning, Miss Vasso,” I respond dutifully. I kneel down and give each of her boots a soft kiss. “Thank you for taking me out.”

“Ha!” she plays at teasing me. “I must be a saint to be spending my Saturday morning babysitting Anthea’s wretched pervert. But you should be grateful to me, Richard. If I weren’t here, you’d be stuck in there, starving like an abandoned dog. And that would not be very Christmassy, would it?”

“No, Miss Vasso,” I admit abjectly, actually perceiving the extent of my helplessness. “I am very grateful to your goodness.”

She laughs, entertained by the speed with which I had embraced my own inferiority. “Yes you are. But I’m not doing it for you, pervert. I owe Anthea a great favour, and I am a good, religious woman. I believe in charity. Even for a worthless worm like you.”

Her words make me feel a strange mix of gratitude and shame that sweeps over me. She is right, without her, I would not be able to purchase Christmas bread. “Thank you, Miss Vasso,” I say gratefully.

“Whatever. You know, Richard.” she sighs dramatically while is placing a lock of her hair behind her ear. “This is priceless. A grown man, a manager at work, reduced to having to obtain permission to buy bread. Not only that but you need a chaperone, just like a naughty little schoolboy ha-ha.”

I swallow, head ducked. “Thank you for watching out for me, Miss Vasso,” I grumble, and I do mean every one of the thank you of gratitude.

Her eyes glint with humor. “Oh, you’re welcome, loser. I’m such a kind, charitable woman, I pitied you.” She clasps her heart in mock drama. “I’m this kind of woman. Doing God’s work, really.”

I can feel my face go red with shame, but my voice is servile. “I truly do thank you for your mercy, Miss Vasso.”

She scoffs. “Of course, you do.”

She pats my face with her fingers, a condescending little tap, and spins on her heel to motion for me to come along.

“Come along now. And remember the rules, two meters behind me, and eyes on the street or my feet. Don’t stare at women. You don’t have the right to appreciate beauty.”

“Yes, Miss Vasso,” I answer respectfully, falling into step behind her as she walks out.

My fists were balled up at my sides as I look down at the pavement keeping the respected two meters of space, my eyes respectfully looking down on the ground or on the smooth tread of Miss Vasso’s ankles and the shining leather of her boots.

As I walk along the crowded streets, my eyes are filled with the sight of women walking by me, beautiful, self-assured, and unattainable. I am not permitted to look up. I have been warned against looking at them, even lifting my eyes higher than their knees.

Vasso must have noticed because she suddenly laughs. “You poor thing,” she teases, glancing over her shoulder at me. “That is hilarious. Not even allowed to look at all these gorgeous women walking past you. You’re so beneath them that your gaze isn’t even worthy of landing on their faces.”

I swallow my embarrassment, keeping my focus on the pavement. “Yes, Miss Vasso.”

She laughs once more, head shaking. “What a pitiful life you lead, Richard. But you know what? It suits you.”

And as we stroll to the bakery, my own stride still maintained the same relaxed and detached manner, the two-meter gap between us still in place.

And throughout it, I am grateful. Grateful to Miss Vasso for the time that will allow me to eat for the next few days. Grateful to Anthea for this liberty for a short while. Christmas, after all, was a season of thankfulness.

The heat of the bakery is a welcome contrast to the cold of the outside air. I take enough loaves to get me through the week. I step back out onto the street and find myself in position two meters gorukle escort behind Vasso.

She doesn’t even take the trouble to turn around when talking like this. “Fine, loser, the supermarket is next. You recall what to do, purchase what Anthea tells you is safe to eat. I’ll be that way in that coffee shop, sipping a warm cup of hot tea while you’re running round like a headless chicken.”

“Yes, Miss Vasso,” I answer softly.

She smiles a little smile, a look of amusement at my subservience evident. “Such a good little boy. Off you go, then. Don’t be too long.”

I run into the supermarket, hurrying as quickly as possible without being sloppy and leaving something off Anthea’s list.

Vasso sits at one of the tables in the coffee shop’s corners with a tea cup half filled in front of her. The back of her chair has a coat thrown across it, and she is flicking mindlessly through her telephone, looking perfectly at ease.

I approach the table and look down. “Miss Vasso, the groceries are finished.”

She smiles, looking up. “Good on ya, perv. Now listen, you’ve got a minute or two until your permission wears off, and I’ve got bills to be paid.”

She searches her purse and pulls out a small stack of papers. “Electricity, water, phone. You’re gonna pay it for me.”

I take the bills as she hands them over. “Yes Miss Vasso, immediately.”

She chuckles, “Good pet! It’s exhausting and boring to stand in queue and attend to that boring chore. And besides, you’re running errands anyway, so might as well be doing something useful for someone actually important.”

“Yes, Miss Vasso,” I say, inclining my head in agreement.

She waves a dismissive hand. “Now, off with you. Don’t be tardy, or I’ll keep you in detention without dinner.”

I hold the bills close to my chest and run towards the payment office, sprinting as hard as I can along the crowded streets. In taking a corner, I knock into someone by accident.

I freeze. My stomach is in a twist as I slowly look up. Madam Nikki.

She’s standing here before me now, arms crossed, narrowed dark eyes in frustration. She has a fitted burgundy coat on, well-styled black hair, black leather gloves tightly wrapped around the grip of an upscale designer handbag. She’s the epitome of cool, royal woman that she is.

“Slave,” she spits out, “What the fuck are you doing out here?”

I swallow hard, “M…Madam Nikki… I…I have permission!” My voice is a stammer, “Lady Anthea allowed it.” I am blushing like a kid.

Her sneer softens for a moment when she glances back at me. “Where’s your overseer?”

I uncomfortably nod. “Miss Vasso is… uh… having coffee, Madam Nikki.”

Her eyes darken. “So you’re out here alone?”

“N…No, Madam Nikki! She… she’s sent me to pay her bills! I swear!”

Nikki sighs in frustration. “Tsk. I don’t approve. Anthea leaves it to me to ensure you’re being properly chaperoned. I must see for myself that you’re actually being kept in line.”

“Y…Yes, Madam Nikki,” I quickly add. “Please… let me take you to Miss Vasso.”

I dash and spin to the café, my heart pounding as Nikki follows behind me. Vasso already has the stairs up by the time we reach the door, her blue eyes constricting when she steps outside.

She has her arms crossed, eyeing me and Nikki with detached interest. “What’s going on?” she says quietly.

I glance down as I wave between them. “M…Miss Vasso… this is Madam Nikki, best friend of Lady Anthea. Madam Nikki… this is Miss Vasso, my supervisor.”

The two women shake hands, and their expressions soften into pleasant smiles.

“Ah,” Nikki murmurs, turning her head to one side. “I have heard about you. Anthea has very high regard for you.”

“Same to you,” Vasso says, her tone light. “Anthea’s talked about you. Good to finally meet you.”

Nikki shakes her head then points at me. “Sorry to interrupt your coffee, but I spotted this wretched creature running loose and didn’t want him making a getaway.”

Vasso chuckles, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. “No, you’re okay. I had him doing errands for me. Thought I needed a coffee break since he was out being little errand boy.” She gives me a sly look. “Guess I should have been keeping closer tabs on my pet project.”

Nikki laughs. “You’re doing a good job, though. Obviously, you can’t be watching him every second.”

Vasso smirks. “Exactly! Like, I’ve better things to do than be this loser’s permanent nanny. But I’m glad Anthea has such thoughtful friends watching over her property.”

Nikki smirks and nods. “And I’m glad she has such a helpful hand from you, and keeping this slave in line both on and off the job.”

They both smile at me, sharing a knowing glance.

“His life is a shame,” Vasso says giggling. “Having to obtain permission to shop and go out. He’s not even in charge of what he eats.”

Nikki chuckles. “It’s perfect. Someone like him does not have the option.”

Both are in stitches, and their conversation segues into bursa görükle escort another topic as I quietly make my way around the back to pay Vasso’s account.

When I return to the café, the two women are still chatting, both looking comfortable and completely at ease with themselves in their position of power. They say their goodbyes by wishing each other a Merry Christmas.

Vasso turns her attention to me, “Off you go, loser. You’ve got your little tasks out of the way for the day. Now, home with you. And don’t be getting any foolish ideas.”

“Yes, Miss Vasso,” I reply, my head lowered.

I understand where I stand. I know who I am. And today, as I always do, I’m only here to serve.

The walk home is silent, the weight of the grocery bags digging into my fingers as I walk two meters behind Vasso, keeping my eyes low like a good servant. Vasso strides confidently ahead, barely acknowledging my existence, until I make my deadly mistake.

It happens so fast.

A breathtaking Woman, elegant, stunning passes by. I don’t even think. My head lifts, my eyes drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

A few damn seconds are all it takes.

Vasso is an extremely observant person and notices immediately.

“STOP!” Vasso’s furious voice crashes over me like thunder.

I freeze. My body locks up.

I can hear her boots click on the pavement as she walks toward me. My stomach twists itself into small balls. I stare at her feet the instant she is angry, my breathing coming in short little gulps.

She is standing straight in front of me, with her arms crossed, her breath expelling in short little puffs in the cold air. “Are you seriously fucking kidding me right now, Richard?”

She stares at me, her eyes show disdain. “How fucking dare you,” she says. “You, a nothing, a nobody, daring to stare at a superior woman? Offending her with your filthy gaze? Ugh, I feel secondhand embarrassment just looking at you.”

I swallow hard. “Miss Vasso, I…”

“Shut it!” Her voice is low, dangerous. “You just stared at a woman. Like a fucking creep. How dare you?”

I tremble, my knees nearly buckling. “I…I didn’t mean to…”

“Oh, you ‘didn’t mean to’?” She scoffs. “What, your pervert little eyes just moved on their own? Get a fucking grip, loser.”

I shake my head desperately. “I’m sorry, Miss Vasso, please…”

“Oh, you will be. There will be consequences.” Her tone is poisoning. “I’ll deal with you when we get home.”

She exhales sharply, yanking her phone from her coat pocket. Her nails tap rapidly against the screen as she types. I know exactly who she’s messaging.

‘Anthea, your pet fucked up, LOL. Caught him STARING at some woman in the street like a fucking man, big mistake! I’m on my way home, but this slip-up needs sorting.’

Her phone buzzes almost immediately. ‘Ugh. Unbelievable. In public? Where people could see? This is a serious violation, Vasso. Thank you for reporting it.’

‘Ofc, dead serious Anthea. I stopped him right away, though. Almost pissed himself, hi-hi.’

‘Men, never can trust them. I give him the privilege of leaving the house, and he abuses it?’

‘Exactly! Tbh, I’d love to put him in his place now. A little…reminder. Can you give me the green light to deal with him?’

My stomach turns into knots and my anxiety crushing me

“Miss Vasso… what… did La… Lady say about?” my voice sounds stammering and scared.

Vasso ignores me, her thumbs moving swift as she types again. Another message sent. Another response received.

‘Of course Vasso. He needs to understand his place. Hmm. Go ahead. I’m having coffee with my mother in Prague. Keep me updated.’

Vasso’s expression hardening as she reads the response. ‘Ohhh, I gotchu. Roger that. He’s pushing his luck, and he’s gonna learn the hard way. I’ll update you soon.’

Then Vasso chuckles, “Well, Richard, looks like we got a fun day ahead of us.”

I feel sick.

Vasso slips her phone back into her pocket with a smirk “Let’s get home. I cannot wait to deal with you.”

Meanwhile, in Prague, Anthea sighs and places her phone on the café table. She takes a sip from her coffee.

Her mother raises an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

“Richard being Richard.” Anthea rolls her eyes. “He looked at a woman in the street like a little pervert. Can you believe it?”

Olivia scoffs, shaking her head. “Men are so predictable. You give them an inch, they take a mile.”

“Exactly.” Anthea smirks. “But Vasso caught him. She’s going to dealing with him.”

Olivia chuckles. “She has a nice mind.”

Anthea takes another drink of coffee while admiring the Christmas lights outside. “Honestly, she is stricter with him than I am. It’s fun to watch.”

Olivia sighs, stirring her espresso. “If he were mine, I’d be even harsher Anthea.”

Anthea laughs softly. “Oh, don’t worry. He’s about to learn a lesson he won’t forget.”

Back at home the front door closes behind us. The second we step inside, Vasso yanks off her coat, tossing it onto the couch. She turns to me, arms crossed. “Bags down.”

I obey instantly, setting them neatly on the kitchen counter.

“Strip.”

My breath catches. “Miss Vasso…”

“NOW!”

My fingers fumble as I pull off my clothes, piece by piece, until I stand before her completely exposed. My chastity belt is heavier now.

With no hesitation, I collapse onto the floor at her feet, head bowed in apology. My heart is pounding as I open my mouth. I have just committed one of the most terrible crimes. I have violated the womanhood. I tremble as I speak, barely above a whisper.

“Miss Vasso, I apologize,” I add humbly, “I… I looked at another woman without permission I disrespected womanhood. Please forgive me.”

Vasso steps closer, towering over me, her expression deadly serious. “You broke a fundamental rule today, Richard,” she says slowly, voice dripping with disappointment. “You disrespected a superior woman. You embarrassed Anthea. You disgusted me.”

Her right hand moves fast.

SMACK!

Her palm cracks across my face, sharp and stinging. My head snaps to the side.

Vasso’s eyes flash with a mix of disdain and anger. Without another word, she lifts her hand and slaps my cheek hard again. The sharp sting makes me flinch, and I feel my skin burn where her hand has connected.

“Damn it, pet,” she yells between slaps, her voice full of disgust. “Do you have any idea how terrible is for a woman to be harassed on the streets by an insulting look?”

She hits me repeatedly, hard, hard blows that sear my cheeks and throb. Each echoing slap echoes through the quiet of the room as she continues her relentless chastisement.

“You act like some entitled alpha male, but you’re nothing but a slave, a pathetic little worm who has no right to even call himself a man!”

I barely have time to react before she grabs my iron collar with her left hand gripping it tightly. She compels me stand up and yanks me forward, forcing me to face her again.

“You don’t deserve to look at women,” she hisses, her breath warm against my face. “You exist to serve us, to be beneath us, not to ogle us like some pervert little creep.”

I try to stammer out an apology, “Miss Vasso, please, I…” but her hand flies again.

SMACK!

Harder this time. Tears sting my eyes. My cheek burns.

SMACK!

SMACK!

My head moves left and right in the direction of her slaps. I never imagined she had so much power. My cheeks are burning red with pain.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Miles away, Anthea watches through the cameras, sipping her coffee in Prague. Olivia, her mother, watches too, chuckling softly.

Vasso’s phone vibrates. She pulls it out, reads the message.

‘I have made my decision Vasso. Tell him I was going to allow him an orgasm when I got back… but now?’

‘LMAO no way Anthea, you’re taking that away?’

‘I don’t have many options. It is gone for the next few months. He needs to understand the consequences of his actions.’

‘Brutal but I love it. I’ll let him know ha-ha.’

A slow, wicked grin spreads across Vasso’s face.

“Ohhh, you’re so screwed, perv.” She chuckles, reading Anthea’s message.

SMACK!

She looks at me with a fake pout. “Awww, poor animal,” she coos, her voice suddenly dripping with fake pity.”You’re not gonna like this next part.”

I gulp. “What… what did Lady say?”

Vasso types a response before turning back to me.

I hold my breath.

Vasso giggles. “Well, Richard… She was gonna let you cum when she got back.”

Vasso leans in close, grinning. ” Buuuut now? You can forget about it. That privilege is gone for the next few months.”

The words hit like a knife to the gut. My whole body goes numb.

My chest tightens. “M…Miss Vasso, please…”

Vasso’s grin widens and she wags her finger. “Nope. Gone. Too late. Privilege revoked for the next few months.”

I feel my knees weaken. My breath stutters. A lump rises in my throat.

My breath stutters. “No… I…I was… so… close…”

A tear slips down my cheek.

Vasso watches, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh my God,” she cackles. “Are you seriously about to cry over this?”

I try to hold back, bite my lip but another tear falls.

She grins then pats my cheek mockingly. “Awww, come on, perv, don’t be so dramatic. Let’s look at the bright side, yeah?”

I sniff, struggling to keep control. “Wh…what bright side?”

She grins. “One, you learned an important lesson today, yeah? Maybe next time you’ll think before you let your perv little eyes wander.”

I nod weakly.

“And two, Anthea’s decision just made your life way simpler.”

I blink, confused. “H…how?”

She smirks. “Because now you don’t gotta waste time hoping for an orgasm. You already know it ain’t happening. No more hoping, no more disappointment. Just pure, uninterrupted denial. That’s gotta be, like, super freeing, right?”

A fresh wave of frustration washes over me and another tear slipping down my cheek.

Vasso bursts out laughing. “Jesus, Richard, look at you. This is hilarious. A whole-ass grown man, standing here, locked up, shaking like a leaf. And all because you couldn’t keep your damn eyes down.”