18+ Private A New World

[Ava Starlight]

Petra was in the middle of chewing a bite of breakfast when Frankie spoke to her sharply. She yelped and swallowed hard, shocked at the sudden scolding. Her eyes were wide and filled with fear as she looked up at her mistress. Once again, her old training had gotten her in trouble. It was so hard to figure out what would make Frankie happy or earn Petra a lecture. Her captors had enjoyed it when Petra called herself stupid. Many of her clients did too, especially the older ones. They were quick to laugh and pat her head when she got math problems wrong on purpose or couldn't tell what a country or a continent was. Instead, Frankie wanted Petra to show she could be intelligent. It was confusing, but she had to admit it felt quite nice compared to being constantly demeaned.

Frankie harshly asked if she considered Petra to be a waste of her time and resources, and the girl desperately shook her head, wanting her anger to end. In no uncertain terms, her mistress made it clear that insulting herself would be considered insulting Frankie as well. Thoroughly chastised, Petra's head drooped, and she whimpered softly. "Yes, mistress... I'm sorry..." she murmured, though it was a notable step in the right direction that Petra wasn't so much afraid of being punished as much as she was sad to have disappointed Frankie. The reassuring brushes on her hair and back helped her feel better, and Petra's smile came back again. She hugged Frankie again, tucking her head into her mistress's neck, happy that Frankie wasn't going to be distant despite Petra's mistake.

Now that her time of scolding had passed, something else Frankie said made Petra's heart pound with excitement. She was going to be spoiled? Like the high demand girls who got showered with chocolates and jewelry? Petra hadn't eaten chocolate in years. She could practically taste it on her tongue. The promise of a day of shopping made it hard to sit still. Petra wanted to finish quickly so she could spend a fun day with Frankie! She finished her breakfast as quickly as she could and practically threw her robe aside, even though she folded it up neatly and placed it on the bed afterward. Once Frankie had finished, Petra quickly made the bed with expert skill and slipped back into the clothes she'd been given yesterday, giggling quietly to herself. "Okay! I'm ready! I'll go wherever you want me to go, mistress," Petra said agreeably, hugging onto Frankie's arm.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

"I know. It's okay. We'll work on it." She said resolutely as Petra apologized deeply. There had to be some stick to accentuate the carrot, and she meant what she said anyway. It made no sense for her to spoil her with all positivity and praise. She wasn't perfect, yet.

She would be, though.

They were both excited, fortunately, so eating breakfast and putting the dishes downstairs was all it took to see Petra dressed back in yesterday's clothes and ready to go. Frankie smiled at what she said, "I know you will. Now come. We have a long day ahead."

And so they went, going not only to the mall, but to two nice restaurants for both lunch and dinner. A dozen stores later and Petra had an entire wardrobe complete with accessories, shoes, and bags. Her taste was still a little overtly sexual as if she was advertising her body, but Frankie was a feminist in that she believed women should be allowed to show off their bodies for their own sake, and had to admit that she could see the potential in the woman's figure where she wasn't filling it all out right now. That was changing at each meal, making sure she ate her fill and ordering dessert at both sittings.

Everything was going according to plan, and she was excited to eventually see the results of her hard work.