My Name is Mud

A/N I know it's been a long long time since I started this, but I'm going to try and get back into this story. I don't know how I'll do, and so I'm not making any promised. I'm sorry but not a lot happens in this chapter, but I hope you enjoy.

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Katya had always been a light sleeper, when she was able to sleep. So when James fell asleep she was wide awake. There was no curtain in the window and the moonlight streamed in. She stared at the ceiling and tried to calm her mind and body. Katya moved her wrists and ankles slightly, so that she wouldn’t lose feeling in her extremities. He had used leather cuffs, so they didn’t cut off circulation, but there was no way she would be able to wriggle out of them. She concentrated on James, lying unconscious next to her. He quietly snored, somewhat high-pitched, contrary to his resonant voice. She thought of everything that had just happened, and started to cry.

Sunlight poured into the room, making everything bright. Katya flinched away from it, she hadn’t seen or felt the sun in so long, that she shied away from it rather than welcome he warmth. James was still sleeping, and Katya smiled to herself wondering if she should yell and wake him up, but she didn’t want to start off on such bad terms with James. She leaned as close as she could to him and started murmuring “Master” into his ear. After a little while he opened his eyes.

He looked at her bewildered. His green traveled up and down her naked body, held firmly in place by leather cuffs. He smiled at her and then said yawning, “You better have a good reason for waking me up bitch.”

She didn’t really, but needed to move and so blushed and said, “Well, I need to use the bathroom.”

James wrinkled his nose and moved to undo her hands, “You can get your feet.” He went to go back to sleep but then said, “Take a shower too. I’ll be up by ten, have breakfast ready for me and I’ll take it in here.”

“Yes Master.” She whispered quietly. Though it was summer she was cold, she went to the dresser and found a bathrobe and slippers. She contemplated getting other clothing but decided against it.

While she hadn’t checked the time, she knew it was early, and let herself linger in the shower. She wondered about the name he gave her, Katya. A crush? The bitch at school who didn’t, or refused to notice him? Maybe a porn star he just liked. She realized it didn’t matter and got out of the shower. She wrapped herself in the terry robe and slipped into the fluffy purple slippers.

Remembering how silently James was able to move the night before, she tried to move quietly down the hall and stairs, but every step she took seemed to make the house cry out in agony. She sighed and gave up trying. Because she walked quicker the cries were slightly muted to a moaning.

In the kitchen she bit the inside of her cheek. She had no idea what he liked to eat. With a determined gait she went to the cabinet and opened it, it was fully stocked and she exhaled in frustration, she hoped there wouldn’t be much so she’d only have a few options. From the cabinet she took out ingredients for pancakes, waffles and French toast, as well as bacon and sausages. There was no way she could miss. As she was about to turn the stove on she realized she still had no idea what time it was, he would be up at 10, she needed to gauge her cook time by when she needed it done. She looked at the clock, it was 8:16.

While she had some time, she started mixing the batters. Waffles needed more of everything than pancakes for the same amount, but they both cooled very quickly so she’d have to make them last so they’d still be hot. Still not yet 9. She put the meats back into the refrigerator, in the bottom drawer. Opening all the cabinets she figured she ought to learn the layout, and was thrilled to find cast iron griddles where she could cook everything. There were two, each one being able to cover only two burners on the gas stove. She had already taken out the waffle iron. Also in her search she found a tray she could take the food up in and a number of serving dishes with covers. She took them out and found dish towels to wipe them down with and set it up on the counter so it would be ready for when she was done cooking.

Having time to kill she ventured into the rest of the first floor. She was right in assuming a closet and bathroom were next to the front door. The door past the staircase led to an office study. Lining most of the walls were shelves of books and pictures. Except for one wall, it was covered in fishing trophies and photos. The first photo was black and white, or once was, it was now becoming yellow with age. The picture area was oval, and it was black from the outside of the oval to the edges showing the age of photography it came from…as if the dress of the people didn’t show this. It was a family picture, a husband wife, two children and two others, man and woman who could have been siblings or friends of the parents. The women seemed to wear their hair in elaborate curls, but Katya couldn’t tell since they wore large hats. Their dresses were large and flouncy with many ruffles and accents. They had closed parasols in their hands resting on the ground. The men wore conservative suits and had handle bar mustaches. Katya’s eyes traveled from one picture to the next. At least one person could always be seen in the next picture, grown up and with their own family. Each generation was pictured in chronological order, apparent not only through the faces but because of the better quality photo, introduction of color, and style of clothing.

Next Katya circled the large desk in the middle of the room. It was a deep mahogany color, and so she assumed it was from that tree, or possibly cherry wood, but she really didn’t know much about nature. She didn’t try any of the drawers, she really wasn’t interested, and she figured she’d have a lot of time to find out everything here.

Katya stood at the window, letting the sunlight engulf her. To the left of the house was a lake, and there was no other house in sight. To the right of the house was a small shack-like building, probably a shed, or place to clean fish. She looked at the pure blue color of the water for a little while until she remembered she had breakfast to make.

She went back to the kitchen to realize it was 9:23. Katya was relieved she had already taken out dishes. She quickly set about cooking. She had never used a gas stove before but knew that they were hotter than electric. As she was putting the last of the food onto the tray she looked at the clock, surprised to see that she wasn’t late. Before she picked up the tray to bring upstairs she poured a glass of orange juice. She checked to make sure she had the maple syrup and butter and carefully headed up the stairs.

James was sitting up in bed reading when she came in. She placed the tray’s legs on either side of James without disturbing his reading. But he immediately put down his book and deliberately looked at his watch, and he made an irritated sound and said, “Well, you’re perfectly on time.” But then frowned, “But take off that robe.”

While obeying, Katya didn’t let it get to her, and said, “I am very sorry Master. But I hope you enjoy the food.”

James grinned at her and admitted, “Well, it smelled delicious.” He opened the platters, his eyes widened when he realized how much she had cooked. She hadn’t cooked a lot of any particular food, but there was a massive variety. The eggs were fried, scrambled sunny side up, and omelettes. There were flapjacks, and silver dollar pancakes, Belgium waffles, French toast, plain toast, and then sausages and bacon. There was also a bowl of fresh fruit and yogurt. There was butter, honey, confectioners sugar, and maple syrup to cover it all in. He turned to her and said, “Please tell me you haven’t eaten yet, there’s no way I will eat all this and I hate for it to go to waste.”

Katya laughed at him not knowing what else to do and joined him on the bed. Expecting this she had put a fork and knife in the pocket of the bathrobe. As James started to eat she said, “Well, the fruit is fine, it can go back in the fridge if we don’t finish it. The rest could be reheated.” Grinning she gave him a sly look, “Besides, you hadn’t told me I could eat.”

He rolled his eyes at her as he swallowed some pancakes. “I’m too not alive in the mornings. You can eat freakin’ breakfast.” In the middle of crunching bacon he said, “I don’t particularly like blueberries, or eggs. And, so you don’t worry about me,” and he looked at her with a grin, “Because I know you would worry so much about me if I got sick, I don’t have any allergies…that I know of anyway.”

Ignoring his implications, “I can’t tell if you’re just shovelling in food because you’re a guy, or if you really like anything.”

He laughed and said, “No, I like it quite a lot. You’re a good cook…from what I can tell anyway.”

She didn’t mean to say it aloud but let slip, “Well, I oughta be, what I’ve been through.”

He flashed her a warning look, and she shut up. He was reminding her he wouldn’t acknowledge her past.

Picking a strawberry off her plate, James covered it in honey. He held it before her lips, so she had to lean forward closer to him to get it. Steadily moving it closer to him, he held it firmly in his teeth. Losing balance she dropped onto the tray of food just as her lips had reached the berry. The orange juice had spilled onto him.

James was flustered red, and her eyes widened, she started to get up to try and clean it. But he shoved her back down. “Lick the orange juice of me, then suck it out of the sheets, you clumsy wench.”

His stomach was right next to her, so all she had to do was turn her head. He had very little juice on him, until he picked up the cup and poured the remaining few milliliters onto his torso. She knelt before him and quickly lapped up the liquid. Holding her head down he said, “There’s no need to rush.”

When there were no more traces of the juice on him she turned to the bed. The sheets at least were only jersey. It’s not like she ruined anything valuable.

Watching her suck on the bed sheets, James thought about just all the sweat she bodily fluids she might also be licking up and smiled. Honey, sugar, syrup, and fruit juice were on her back. Caught in the thick syrup and honey were bits of everything else. He carefully moved the tray to the floor, far away from the bed before returning to it. He trailed his fingers through the sticky mess, thinning it out in some places, causing her to arch her back in surprise. He gave her a hard spank and said, “Don’t stop.” He licked his fingers clean. He moved to kneel facing her side. One hand felt her ass, while the other shoved her face into the mattress. Leaning forward he licked off some of the honey mixture. “Hmm, I think this might be my favorite breakfast yet.” But he only continued for a few minutes more, it was just too sweet a mix.

Pulling her up by the sides he instructed her, “I’m going to take my shower now. Clean up this mess and change the bedsheets. When I’m done you’ll take a shower.”

Pausing from her work she looked at him, “Yes Master.”

Scrubbing the saliva residue from his skin in the shower James thought about her words from the night before. He hadn’t been very surprised about her running from the car on him, what surprised him was the persistence she had about it. And then her last few lines in a hoarse ragged voice, painting from the run ‘I wanted to see what you were made of, Master. I love the way you fuck me.’ She obviously wants a hard Master, he thought, there was nothing wrong with that. Beyond it though, James knew this was exactly what his father wanted of him.

James didn’t necessarily hate his father, but mostly resented him. To his father, James had always been a disappointment. So James knew that this Slave was supposed to be his way of showing himself to his father. Getting out of the shower he found her by the tub holding a towel for him. “Did you do as I told you?”

“Yes Master.” She answered evenly.

“Then get in there and get that crap off of you.” He barked at her. As he got dressed he gave her work a look over, finding the sheets in the hamper he looked to see how well she got the stains out, and they were practically gone. On closer look, he realized she used soap to wash them. While he wanted to thrash her, he decided to let her think she got away with it, then punish her later.

Laying out a schoolgirl outfit for her he thought, who cares if it’s clichéd, it’s hot. He left it in the shower for her and headed back downstairs. He called his friends asking where they were. Only about an hour away. He was channel surfing when she came down.

Well, not quite standard issue, he thought looking at her. The short was much tighter, the shirt too tight, and the black bra very sexy, and very visible through the silk shirt. The tie wasn’t generally what the girls wore, but it would be an in character leash. He hadn’t taken out thigh highs, but he enjoyed the addition, as well as the Mary Jane shoes she wore. But the pigtails just looked comical on her because of what he knew of her personality.

He invited her to sit on the couch. She giggled and replied, “Alright James.” He looked up at her questioning, but she didn’t say anything.

“Don’t you want to sit in my lap?” He asked her after she settled in next to him.

Blushing she said, “I dunno, I’m not that type of girl.”

He rolled his eyes, but went along with it anyway. “You’re not that type of girl huh? Then why is your bra so damn visible?” Making herself stumble over her words she tried to make an explanation for it, but he managed to get her onto his lap. “See, isn’t this nice, he murmured in her ear.”

“I’m not sure…” She trailed off, but he wrapped an arm around her, keeping her right where she was. She wriggled in his lap, pretending not to feel his erection, pretending trying to get away. His grip tightened around her waist, but then loosened his grip, letting her slide on the couch next to him.

Though surprised, Katya didn’t let it trip her up. Coyly she chirped, “I knew you were better than all those other guys.” But then snuggled close against him.

They started to watch a movie that had already started, and James wrapped an arm around the back of the couch to her shoulder. While in the middle of the fantasy he started to wonder if it was worth it…was she actually into it? Or just because she was his Slave and didn’t want to get punished? Moving a hand up her thigh he cleared his mind, what did it matter how into it she was, she liked how he fucked.

His hand was well up the skirt, practically at her entrance when she giggled nervously, “Ja-ames! What are you doing?”

Mischievously he grinned, “Nothing you won’t like.” She put her hand on his wrist, he pushed higher reaching her wet pussy. “Like hell you’re a good girl, where’s your underwear?”

Instead of trying to fake an answer she turned and kissed him on the mouth. He started to rub her pussy, from his angle he wasn’t getting her clit, and his nail was scratching her roughly. She didn’t know if she ought to ignore it or not, she could handle it, but what about when he gets an actual girlfriend…do boys like him get real girlfriends? she wondered.

He rubbed her harder and when he broke the kiss told her, “I’ll show you the kind of girl you are.” James was trying to get her to lie down on the couch, so she tucked her legs under her on the couch so she could kneel and get leverage to press forward toward him. The motions had caught his hand tight between her wet thighs. He looked at her amused. Lazily he said, “Come on, you know you want to have some fun.”

Letting her foot slip Katya fell onto him. His arm was too awkward to keep between her legs and so he moved it, and held her on the back, keeping her close to him. They began kissing, she ran her hands through his hair and shoulders. One arm still kept her, and her breasts mashed against his bare chest, the other was squeezing her ass under the skirt. Katya was making the front of his jeans wet, not that he cared, he was thrusting his hips against hers. He unbuttoned her shirt, just enough to release the front clasp on the bra. Getting sight of her nipple rings he tugged on them. “And at every step of the way I wonder how you can say you’re a good girl.” She winked and tried to kiss him again, but he didn’t let her. “Nope, I want to hear you say exactly what kind of girl you are.”

She leaned forward and in his ear, between nibbles said, “An easy cock loving one.”

Pleased with her answer he started to suck on her tits, tugging on the rings. It was in the midst of this that they heard the car crunch over the gravel driveway.