Zoe called.
Several times a slave will not come back to their mistress after they have been placed up for auction
I worried that I might never hear from her again.
At the sound of my voice she starts to cry, I cry also.
I ask if she would like to spend the night at my apartment. I know she will be unable to return to work on Monday or Tuesday. “Yes.”

While waiting for Zoe I place fresh silk sheets on the bed and draw up a hot bath.
She arrives just as I am finishing and I lead her to the bathroom. I drop my robe under I am wearing nothing and I start to undress Zoe.
She flinches quite often while I removing her clothes. Once she is naked I see her body is covered with welts from a whip!

I am grateful she can talk. I know of the lady in purple that purchased Zoe. She is known as Stiletto. She has a unique torture, one which no other mistress performs.
A slave is placed on their belly before stiletto while her husband tortures them from behind. The slave is ordered to stretch their tongue out as far as possible. Her husband tortures them until they finally comply.
Once their tongue is thrust forward stiletto steps on their tongue with the heel of her boot!
She forces the heel down until blood flows from the slave’s tongue!
I can not imagine how painful that must be. Whenever I accidently bight my tongue it hurts like hell. I can not imagine the pain of having your tongue stepped on by a stiletto heeled boot?
Then to add further pain she reclines and orders the slave between her legs to eat her.
But Zoe is able to speak so I am confident she didn’t taste stiletto’s heel.

I climb into the tub first and beckon Zoe to join me. She gingerly steps into the tub and sits with her back to me so that it will be easier for me to embrace.
When she is close to me I notice her welts are severe. Some are even bleeding slightly. The welts that are bleeding I know will leave permanent scars.
I start to wash her back softly with a sponge but she flinches in pain whenever I touch a welt.
Instead I soak the sponge with water and then squeeze the water out on her shoulders and let it run down her back.
Cautiously I stroke her back being careful not to touch the welts.

Zoe leans back into me and I wrap my arms around her. It is difficult to find a place I can hold her without causing pain.
Her wounds are numerous.
She starts to cry again. I can tell she is tortured thinking about her weekend. “Would you like to tell me about your weekend?” “Yes”

In between sobs and cries she describes in great detail what happened to her over the weekend. Finally she starts to sleep.
I am both angry and aroused hearing about Zoe’s treatment. Sometimes in a moment of weakness I wish I could be sold as a slave.

I whisper in her ear that she is to spend the night. She sighs and steps out of the bathtub.
When she out I grab a soft towel and begin to dry her off.
At first she is a little uncomfortable with this. She is my slave, she should be drying me off, not me drying her off.
Finally she closes her eyes and relaxes while I finish drying her off.
I grab a bottle of lotion and begin rubbing it on her. She flinches whenever I touch a sore spot.
I notice her breasts are badly bruised so I avoid rubbing them. There are few places I can rub her where it does not hurt.

I finish with the lotion and take her hand and lead her to my bedroom. “Climb into bed and snuggle me as a lover would” I command her.

We finally discover a position in which she can lay with the least amount of pain.
I snuggle my head next to her’s and gently bite her neck.
Then I whisper in her ear “tell me which part of your experience you enjoyed the most…”