Sitting at the single place setting, Tom places the bottle on the table and watches his lovely girlfriend finish the quick breakfast. As she picks up the frying pan and turns to serve the food from it she stops and seeing just the one place setting, exclaims, "Oh I'm sorry! I fixed an egg and a couple of patties for myself! Do you not want me to eat?"
"That's all right, Alicia, just put it all on this plate." he orders sharply, "And Then you can take the apron off and pour the wine."
Thinking she has done something wrong, she nervously uses the spatula to empty the skillet onto his plate. Sliding the utensils into the sink, she quickly unties the back loops of the apron and slips the top over her head and folds it on the counter. Once again nude, she picks up the toast and quickly places it on the edge of her lover's plate with the eggs and sausage.
Picking up the wine bottle, she looks at it curiously before Tom says, "Oh I'm sorry Darling! There's a corkscrew in the far left drawer."
After she retrieves the corkscrew, she awkwardly starts to poke the end into the foil top covering the bottle. Tom sits quietly watching the beautiful naked girl struggle with the unfamiliar tool and admiring the pleasant jiggling of her breasts as she tries to force the screw through the resisting foil. Finally taking pity on her, he tells her to use the sharp end of the screw or a knife to cut the foil below the lip and remove it. Then he shows her how to spread the handles and start the screw into the cork by turning the upper handle and then pull the handles down toward the bottle when the screw is fully seated to remove the cork. He smiles as she clumsily removes the cork and jumps at the soft popping sound it makes as it comes free.
"I'm sorry Darling, I've never done this before." She apologizes.
"That's all right Honey, it's like being submissive; you'll learn and get better." He tells her with a forgiving smile.
Relieved, she then reaches across from his left side and starts pouring the wine into his glass. As she leans, she spreads her legs apart to keep a steady balance and as the glass reaches the half full point, Tom suddenly grabs her nether lips and roughly inserts his middle finger into her vagina as far as he can. The violated beauty yelps and nearly dropping the bottle splashes wine over the table all around his glass.
As the young man holds her genitals tightly with his finger still inside her, she starts to sob, "I-I'm s-so s-sorry! What did I do wrong? I'll clean it up! Oh God! Please let me clean it up."
"You know what you did wrong. You spilled the wine, among other things. I didn't think you were that clumsy!" He tells her sharply, "What happened?"
Still sobbing and obviously terrified, but remaining motionless with his finger still invading her sex, she sputters, "B-b-but you grabbed me! It hurt and scared me! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! Please, let me clean it up!"
Using his free hand to grasp her chin and force her to look at him he tells her, "This is what I intended when I told you this would be a practice session of what it might be like as a Slave. You'll have to learn not to be so easily distracted. A little thing like being touched can't have you lose control. What if you'd been pouring hot coffee or tea and burned yourself or me? That's what it's all about; doing everything that's asked in spite of what else is happening or who is doing it!"
"B-But you sh-shoved..." she starts to say as he wiggles his intruding finger back and forth and she loses her train of thought once again.
"See, you did it again! You let yourself be distracted. Do you still want to continue and try to learn that kind of self control?" he demands as he continues to masturbate her vigorously.
"I-I I don't know if I can, b-but please let me t-try. I love you so much." She blurts as her whole beautiful body shudders from her sobs and the sensation of the finger wiggling and writhing obscenely inside her vagina.
"OK, Sweetheart," he tells her more gently as he withdraws his finger and softly pats the smooth shaven lips of her labia.
Standing up he takes the glass to the sink and pours the contents into the drain. Bringing a dishtowel back to where Alicia's still standing and crying he tells her to go ahead and wipe the spilled wine up.
When she has finished cleaning, he instructs the still trembling girl, "Now you need to learn some of the etiquette of serving wine. I'll talk you through it as you go. First, you unscrew the cork from the corkscrew and present it to the Master from his right side. He takes it and examines it to ensure the cork has the same chateau markings as on the bottle. He looks for signs of dampness and mildew. If the cork is too dry, that may mean that the bottle has been stored in an upright position and the cork may have shrunk allowing air into the bottle spoiling the wine. Then he will sniff the cork to see if it has an unusual or objectionable odor. Only then will he indicate for the wine to be poured. The first portion should only cover the bottom of the wine glass to afford a small sample. The Master will then take the glass and swirl the wine around to allow the liquid to evaporate so he can sniff it to ensure that the bouquet is proper. Finally he will sip the wine swirling it in his mouth and savoring the taste along with the bouquet. If the wine is good, he will then so indicate and the server fills his glass and then the glasses of anyone else partaking of that bottle. Do you think you can remember all that?" he finishes as she quietly follows his directions and sets the bottle back on the table.
"Y-yes, I think so! I'll try really hard!" The still upset girl replies.
"Great! Now we'd better eat. I'm sorry this interruption took so long, I'm afraid the eggs and sausage have gotten cold." he tells her, then continues, "As a Slave you normally won't sit at a table. You need to kneel or sit with your knees spread out so the Master can see your genitals. That's what the rug is for, so you don't have to be on bare tile. Go ahead and sit down or kneel, whichever you like. Kneeling lets you be closer to your Master and makes it easier for him to feed you, but for long periods, sitting is better, as kneeling can get painful and make you stiff."
Still upset and frightened, Alicia decides she had better use the kneeling position to make it as easy for her lover as possible. As she takes the position, she softly asks, "Is this all right?"
Looking down at her, he tells her, "Pretty good. Your hands are in the way. You need to keep your hands outside your hips. Behind your back, neck or clasped on top of your head is even better. Your knees need to be wider and your back arched to let me see and touch your sex and breasts if I like."
As the lovely nude girl obediently stretches her knees as far apart as she can, she clasps her hands behind her neck and arches her beautiful firm breasts forward. Gazing down at her naked beauty so invitingly posed, Tom notices her still streaming tears and says, "That's great Darling. I think you need some wine to help calm you down. Here drink this all down." and presents the glass to her lips.
He gently grasps her hair with his free hand and kindly steadies her as she first sips and then swallows the contents of the glass. As he releases her, she coughs and in a concerned voice he asks, "Are you all right?"
Nodding her head she smiles, "Yes, I'm fine. I just choked a little. Thank you."
Sitting quietly, she watches him eat one of the eggs and two of the sausage patties and thinks that he's not going to let her eat when he suddenly bends close to her face with a sausage patty between his teeth. Not knowing what to do, she shrinks back and he grabs her hair again and pulls her lips to the extended pieces of meat. Only then does she understand that he wants her to eat it. Tentatively, she bites a small piece and chews and swallows it. Then more confidently she takes a full bite and the last one he pushes into her mouth as their lips come into contact with a kiss. Next he presents her with a spoon full of egg followed by a piece of toast once more offered from his mouth.