Chapter 3


    Just a few days later after Zekora had heard Kieva's whistling, she decides to go into town and look for an instrument for her slave being a little curious as to what he would do with it. She walks into a music store and starts to look around. She swishes her tail over to the wind section and looks at a certain acoustic guitar for a moment. She thinks about it but thinks her slave would have trouble having it tuned.

    She continues looking around and just when she just about gives up she thinks in her mind saying, "Hmm.. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I wonder if that slave's whistling.... ." Then she gets an idea of the perfect instrument for him! "Thats it!," she yells out by accident and quickly covers her mouth. She thinks about her slave's whistling and goes to into the horn section. She looks at a trumpet but thinks that may be too loud and annoying and continues to look. Then she happens to look at a certain flute that is played sidways and says, "Its perfect." She quickly grabs it and buys it from the owner.

    She hurries back to her home but not after being followed by an unknown stranger who keeps hiding in the shadows. She knows she is being followed and turns her head to see who it is but sees no one there. She knows she is being followed because she has been sniffing the same certain kind scent of another furre for hours now. At least for one thing she knows how to lose track him very easily and thats by running at her full speed. She dashes quickly into the forest in a remarkable speed. The unknown figure tries to catchup with her but thanks to being a cheetah, the stranger quickly gives up running and just stands as he watches her disappear into the forest. Zekora begins to slow down but continues to jog towards her home because otherwise she would exhaust herself out. She could only imagine what the stranger wanted but didn't want to stay and find out.

    As she finally reaches home she walks in going straight to her bedroom to lie on the bed to rest for a moment. She looks around for a moment to see if her slave is in the room but is not and calls out to him along with an order, "Slave!  Bring me a glass of water at once!" Kieva, who is downstairs cleaning the floor as usual, hears her call along with a hint of being tired he figures he'd better hurry. He quickly grabs a tall glass and fills it up with cold water. He almost drops the glass as he trips over on one of the steps as he tries to go up the stairs fast but manages not to spill a drop.

    He walks over to her and hands her the glass of water in a kneeling position and with his head lowered says, "Here is the water you requested Mistress." She quickly sits up, grabs the water off his hands and begins to drink it a little faster than usual. He continues to wait in his kneeling position until he is ordered to go back to his chores. She drinks everything including the last drop of water and hands it back to him along with a command to go back to whatever he was doing and not to come upstairs until told to do so. He gives a nod and heads back downstairs along with the empty glass.

    She lays back down on the bed on her back and unbuttons her shirt all the way so she can breath a little easier. She opens her shirt more and unzips her skirt that is on the side as she feels the cool air roam over her hot body as she relaxes and gathers her energy and strength back. She puts a paw on her tummy, rubbing it a little as she clears her mind, not really wanting to think about whoever it was that was following her. She closes her eyes for a moment as she continues to rub her tummy and thinks of what kind of music he should play.

    She gets up a few minutes later, feeling better. She takes off the rest of her clothes and puts on a bathing robe. She starts to head downstairs but stops midway as she already sees him cleaning the grandfather clock. "Slave," she shouts to get his full attention and tosses the flute to him. He catches it in his paws and wonders what its for and looks up to her. "Its a flute slave, you have 2 weeks to get good on it slave so you better start practicing when you can," she says in a demanding tone and heads back upstairs to take a shower.

    He looks curiously at the flute for a moment and puts it on top of the counter in the kitchen for now as he continues his cleaning duties. He wonders why would his Mistress would buy him a flute unless she wants to sing while he plays the flute. He shrugs as he picks up the wet rag and continues to gently clean the hands on the clock and the rest of the wood around it. He never had anything to own before, except for his silk, arm bands, the arm spirals, and his collar. Suddenly he hears the Mistress calling and heads upstairs.

    He looks around the bedroom upstairs and sees no one and begins to wonder if he was hearing things. He hears his name again but coming from the bathroom and opens the door carefully hoping not to look at anything. "Slave, I want you to scrub my back for me since I cannot reach it," she says as hands him the scrubber and soap. He walks in looking at the floor and takes the brush and soap. She turns herself and says, "Slave, I turned my back to. You can raise your head now." He looks up not really expecting to see anything but all he sees is her spotted back and nervously begins to rub the soap on the wash rag.

    He drops the soap in the tub by accident causing his Mistress to turn with an eyebrow raised and says, "You've really never seen or been near a female before slave?" He answers nervously, "N-no Mistress.. I... I have n-never been... or.. s-seen one.. before." She turns her head back forward looking for the soap he dropped and hands it back to him and says, "Well don't worry about it and just scrub my back." "Y-yes Mistress," he responds as he begins to scrub her spotted back. She leans over a little so he can scrub the lower part of her back for which he does so without a second thought. 

    He puts down the wash rug and begins to use the scrubber which was made to clean her fur and the skin. Zekora could not help but feel a little embarrassed, never before letting a slave wash her back. Though again she is lost again in her mind asking the same questions as before wondering why would she feel this way on this particular furre. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was never around a female before though this was only a guess. She turns her head taking the scrubber and wash rug from him and says, "You may leave Slave and I suggest you start practicing on what I gave you." He gives a small bow to her in obedience and leaves closing the door after him. She sighs for a moment and continues to wash herself.

    As the slave goes to the counter, he picks up the flute for a moment and looks at it with a curious look. He takes it outside so he doesn't disturb his Mistress with his noise he is about to make. At first he blows into the flute hard and startles himself as he makes a loud sound with it. He looks at it again for a moment and tries again but this time gently. He tries to cover some of the holes on the flute to try the different tunes it has. Though he continues to make extremely bad sounds though. He goes to a nearby tree and sits as he continues to practice on it even though he is not sure what he was doing.

    An hour later the Mistress gets out of the tub feeling much cleaner and refreshed. Still being wet she gets on all four paws and starts to shaking her fur furiously getting most of the water out of her fur. She gets up and goes over to a special vent thats on the wall and turns it on for hot air to dry the rest of her fur. She spreads her legs apart a little to let the hot air through. A few mintues later she turns off the vent and goes over to where the mirror is and starts to brush her hair. As she looks at herself in the mirror she begins to wonder wether its true of what some say about what the artic wolves can do. Are they actually capable of some sort of curse? Of course the moment she thought of such supersition made her chuckle and finishes her brushing. 

    She puts on the same bathrobe from before and starts to walk down the stairs feeling a little hungry. She goes into the living room thinking her slave is there but sees he isn't and shouts, "Slave! I need you at once!" No sooner after she calls for him, he comes in running and trips over his own foot and falls in front of her. He quickly kneels in front of her with his head lowered and says, "Yes Mistress, what can I serve you.?" She raises an eyebrow at his tripping and says, "Slave, I suggest you be more careful next time otherwise if you trip on me, I will have to give you an extreme punishment. Do you understand?!" He immediately nods his head and begins to kiss her feet, "Yes Mistress.. Please forgive me... It won't happen again.." 

    She nods being satisfied that the slave can hear her and says, "Good! Now go make dinner." With that he immediately rises and starts preparing the food. He was told in the morning that the Mistress would like sushi tonight and so he starts to cut up some pieces of the fish. A few minutes later he finishes making it and brings the board with sushi and a small bowl of soy sauce for her, who is waiting impatiently for the food as she taps on the table. He sets down both items for her and goes back into the kitchen to go get his own food in a bowl. He returns back to the table but once again sits at the end of the table on the floor and sets the bowl on the floor and begins to eat.

    Zekora looks at him for a moment but then picks up the chopsticks and begins to eat her sushi. Her eyes wander towards him again and looks at his silk. She notices that its one of the silks that she bought him the other day and springs up and idea for tomorrow. She continues to eat with a smile across her face just thinking of what she is going to do with him tomorrow.