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he smiled and grunted pleasurably as she worked. he began to pet her hair rewardingly.

"good girl... got right on that, didn't you? I will give you more pretty dresses if you keep this up."

her eager work had payed off certainly. within 20 minutes since she began he had erupted in her mouth and let out a long groan of pleasure. he scratched her head gratefully and after he was certain that he had released the last of his seed he stood up to put his pants back up.

"I want the bathroom cleaned when I get home for lunch." he told her. his mood was clearly much better now, his voice was somehow cheerful. he grabbed his briefcase and coat and headed out the door.

dark sillouhettes of tall buildings against a pastel sky, street lights below, people going about their business and day to day lives... the view from the top was magnificent, even for a servant. the wind was biting and cold, as always, and yet there was an almost kingly view from the balcony.

Sergei himself often used to look over that edge. he contemplated many things, from the meaning of his life, to the possibility of ending it. from the might he held in his position, to the possible meaningless of it. after all, though they see it from different angles, is not the sky the same for everyone?

when he did return, however, he seemed sullen somehow. not angry, not stoic, not happy; quite sad and lonely. he slammed the door on his way in, and hid in his bedroom. he didn't even take one look at millie.

he growled angrily, obviously not wanting to be seen vulnerable by his slave. to save face, he ordered her "come into bed, now!".

he face was now wet, and he sat up, glaring at her. it was obvious what he wanted by the way he was looking at her. his predatory bully face was painted on. but he seemed to want it to wait.

"I realy hate people, you know..." he began. "that's why I prefer to be around you. I'd rather have a slave than a person by my side. people are so fake; slaves are objects. they do what you tell them..."

he seemed even angrier now, though what for wasn't certain. was it that she had spoken without permission? perhaps told him he could do whatever he wanted without it being put in question form? there was no way to tell.

he grabbed her roughly and pulled her beneath him. he had his way with her brutally, agressively and violently. he didn't strike her harder than the occaisional slap, though nearly an hour later she was badly bruised in his arms.

meanwhile, he slept after finishing his ravages. he clutched the young woman to his chest as he rested, blankets thrown over his shoulder and covering millie's head.

when Sergei finally awoke it was too late to night but too early to be morning. the radio clock said it was nearly 4:00 am. he stirred at first, and then sat up, shuffling his slave as he did. he then shook her awake, if she wasn't already.

"on the floor, kneel." he commanded in a grunt.

"you've been a very good girl lately. I like that, and we'll work on the rest. I like my things to be pretty, so I picked out new dresses for you. lift your arms."

as he gave his next command, he brought from the closet a clear garment bag with a lovely maroon dress. it was elegant but obviously revealing. long cuts on the sides showed the skin of the wearer's legs up to the shoulders, with only a few clasps and a belt to hold it together as it draped over the shoulders. it had a medium-length skirt and a low neck that presented significant cleavage. it would have been considered prostitute garb were it not so classy and high-quality.

upon slipping the dress onto her (and of course, taking advantage of her exposed body as he did so) he snapped his fingers and spiraled his hand, commanding her "turn around, slowly."

he watched her, eyes scanning her entire body.