Free The Queen Slave by Savannah Reardon Page B

free day.
    As she walked back to the room, each step made her breasts bounce, which in turn caused her newly pierced nipples to throb. Entering her room, she found Keera waiting for her. Keera beckoned Neenah to follow, so she went back out the door.
    They walked through several corridors before coming to a set of shiny double doors. Keera entered a code on the keypad, and the doors slid open, revealing a large circular room with five separate doors laid into its walls.
    “This is the slave quarters. From now on, this is where you will live. The main room is the area where we can visit with each other and find an activity to keep us occupied during any free time. Three of the doors lead to bedrooms, one to the bathroom, and one to a small kitchen. We are allowed to use the kitchen as long as we do not have our day filled with appointments. Each bedroom has an external locking mechanism that Master can use during a slave’s punishment.
    “The room beside the bathroom is yours. There is a control panel on the inside next to the door. It will flash a message if Master requires your services and will give you instructions on what to do. You can go and lay down for a bit to recover from your marking, or you can lounge about in here and utilize one of the lap tops or watch the big screen.
    “As long as we are not locked in our room for punishment, we are allowed to talk to each other and do whatever else suits our fancy. However, once we leave this area, we are not allowed to interact unless Master permits it. Nylia will join us if she ever manages to pass training; otherwise, it will just be the two of us until Master can find a suitable replacement for her.”
    Neenah was going to ask what she meant by that last statement, but Keera turned her back and stalked off before the words got out of her mouth. Neenah wondered what in the heck had gotten into her. Keera had always been nice to her until last night and even then all she had noticed was the slight sneer on Keera’s face that simply could have been her imagination.
    Deciding that she could use a rest after the traumatic experience of being tattooed and pierced in the same day, Neenah walked into her room and saw with delight that she actually had a bed instead of just an animal rug on the floor. She lay down and sighed as her body sank into softness. After a few minutes, she realized that she was not going to be able to fall asleep. The weirdness of Keera’s behavior was really bothering her.
    She mulled it over in her mind for a bit and thought that maybe Keera was jealous. After all, Keera had been with Master for quite some time and more than likely felt that she should be his primary slave. Having a new slave be given the honor probably rankled Keera. Neenah wondered why Master chose her instead of Keera.
    Keera was a stunning woman. Sleek blond hair adorned her head, falling well past her shoulders. Her pert breasts jutted out from her body, no sag to be seen. She had the face of a goddess, and her icy eyes were very enticing. Come to think of it, considering her statuesque height, Keera might very well be of the same race as Master. All in all, she was perfection to behold, and Neenah was confused as to why Master would choose her instead of Keera.
    She looked around the room and noticed that there was a lap tap sitting on the table beside the bed. Seeing the bed must have really taken all of her focus, for she had not seen the lap top until just now. She reached over and grabbed it, pulling it onto the bed with her. Her hands pulled the top up and the unit powered on, screen lighting up to illuminate different categories. She realized that this was the same unit that she had used on her previous free day, so she called up the book she had been in the middle of reading and began to read.
    Soon the words began to blur together, so Neenah closed the lap top, setting it back on the table, and lay back on the pillow. As she pondered some more on the reasoning behind