Morning Misunderstanding // Mila

[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Elizabeth had been lying in bed for what felt like hours where in actual fact, according to the unset alarm clock next to Mila’s bed, it had only been ninety minutes. Only, she thought to herself sarcastically as she rolled over under the duvet again, trying to tangle herself up in her leash that had been locked to her bed frame. A lock whose key resided in the expert care of her mistress. Mila was currently in no mood to get up, Elizabeth had gathered that she was a person who enjoyed her lye ins where by contrast, Elizabeth was more of an early bird. She herself had once taken to lying in but since the end of the world, she needed to stay alert and on her toes. She reluctantly decided to roll out of bed onto the floor.

The room wasn’t as tidy as she had seen it in the past, a few pieces of clothing and other nick-nacs littered the floor. Elizabeth looked over at Mila again and let out a soft sigh as she decided to tidy the room up a bit, keeping her somewhat occupied until she deceived to wake up. Most of the clothing was lingerie as Mila took to hanging up items such as jeans or corsets to stop them from losing their shapes. As Elizabeth picked up the varies panties and bras, some of which still clung to her mistresses scent, and placed them in a pile near her mistresses wardrobe, she also hung the dressing gown back up on its peg behind the door and placed a pair of high heels back under the bed. She stood up, a bit too far away from her bed as her leash tugged her back towards it causing her to stumble somewhat but she managed to stand up and survey here handiwork. Despite being somewhat limited, the room was rather tidy. Her mistress would surely be pleased.

Her mistress had indeed been pleased with her slave as of late. For the first few nights she had just told Elizabeth that if she needed to go to the bathroom, Mila would not be waking up to take her out to relive herself so she would have to wait until morning. Later on, Mila had placed a metal bucket by the door for her slave to use, should the need arise. Elizabeth had indeed used it that night, but because of its distance from the bed, she had to use it whilst on all fours. Luckily, she had chosen to wear clothes that left her cool at night, given how small the room was and the warm nights and that were easily removed should be required.

Elizabeth looked back at the clock. It was eleven o’clock in the morning and she was getting a little restless. Elizabeth decided to take the initiative. She approached Mila’s bed but could only get close enough to her if she got down on all fours again. Rather than badger Mila with cries, Elizabeth instead deiced a more subtle approach. She began to lovingly lick her mistresses fingers which lay exposed from the bedding, wiggling her bottom as a dog would its tail, hoping to please her mistress in the manor she was being awoken.

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[Mila Mika Eppolito]

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Elizabeth was taken aback by how well Mila took to being woken up. It obviously had been the right way to approach her to get her to wake up. Elizabeth simply smiled as Mila greeted her good morning, moving her head into Mila’s stroking motions as her mistress ran her fingers through her hair. As Mila had said when they first met, she was indeed a fair mistress. Elizabeth was treated fairly and hadn’t put a foot out of place in an attempt to keep her mistress happy.

Truthfully, this wasn’t the first time she had been on a leash. When she was experimenting back in Chicago with Sam, bondage and domination was often the order of business, but more bondage than anything else. Moreover, the amount of time spent on a leash was a lot less than with Mila, and the fact that she almost permanently had a collar on defiantly changed the experience somewhat. Sam liked being in control and often loved having Elizabeth tied up for fun and games. It was hard thinking back on old times but recently, having found Mila, she felt little need to look back.

As she was asked if she was hungry, Elizabeth tilted her head. ”I could do with some breakfast, yes.” She was only peckish, but figured it was a good way to get Mila up.

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[Mila Mika Eppolito]

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Elizabeth recoiled as Mila took her had away from her hair and took to kneel by her Mistresses bedside. Why had she woke her? Well, she was rather bored with simply lying, waiting for Mila to finally wake up. But being hungry is motive enough to justify the action. ”Yes.” She replied with an eager nod, watching almost in awe as Mila got out of bed, semi-naked before she dressed. She felt rather privileged that Mila had allowed her to sleep in the same bed as her after only knowing her for such a short time.

Something to be made aware of? There was no present danger and the trailer was practically empty, or at least it sounded that way. ”No, everything’s fine.” She said, watching as Mila looked down in disgust at the bucket by the door as Elizabeth was lead out, her leash tugging slightly as a motive to follow her mistress. Abda was instructed to wash out her toilet before breakfast. She simply nodded and picked it up, taking it with her downstairs and outside. She tipped out most of the contents behind the RV, but used a hose nearby to clean it out well. Not long after she returned with a clean bucket and placed it back next to the door. Elizabeth resumed her place at her mistresses side and kneeled down on the floor beside her.

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[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] morning misunderstanding It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Anyone that knew Mila knew how rare it was that she was able to wake up and do something right away. Normally, she had a routine that she had to abide by. And that generally took her about a half an hour, even before she showed her face to the rest of her traveling companions. The early waking hours were not pleasurable for her; at all. So, the fact that she was up, downstairs and cooking in nothing more than her night clothes was... extraordinary. She was the type of woman that never came out and about unless she was thoroughly dressed to impress. Every day was a beauty contest, and every day was a day that she wished to win. When Elizabeth went to go outside to promptly clean out her... latrine, of sorts, Mila unclipped her collar and let it hang from the belt of her overcoat. It was pointless to have her drag around the collar in the muck and the dirt. Not to mention, that if it were to be dragged about in such a way, she would inevitably get her hands dirty. And while she didn't mind dirt, she certainly didn't want to associate leading her pet around with that. When she came back, Mila patted her head and resumed stirring up the ingredients. "Have you ever had Blini, Abda?" she asked, her tone carrying a chipper note to it that was almost unheard of by any that knew Mila. She hummed a bit under her breath as she grabbed a packet full of retreated bacon, and threw it one the skillet. By the amount of Blini mix that she was making and bacon, it seemed as though she was about to prepare breakfast for everyone. TAGGING, HEATHER THE SLAVE. 291. OUTFIT

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Breakfast was Elizabeth’s favorite meal of the day. Omelets were her favorite, they allowed for so much experimentation and creativity. She’d spent many mornings preparing food for her family and friends when away, they often praised her culinary abilities. Having said that, she had never heard of the meal Mila was preparing for her, and it seemed, the rest of the trailer. Elizabeth looked up at her, catching glances under her clothing whilst she worked, pondering the somewhat motherly attitude she had adopted in making her breakfast.

Elizabeth thought back to a few nights ago when Mila had taken to toying with her until the point of nearly reliving herself but stopped moments before she could. A truly cruel act that left Elizabeth’s head buzzing for hours afterwards. She pondered if she should get used to such activities as Mila defiantly struck her as the type who liked to remain in control. ”No, I haven’t.” She replied as she pushed back a few loose hairs behind her ear.

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. . . Knock Knock Knock . . .

There was a soft knocking at the door. There was a pause before a soft voice could barely be heard.

" . . . hello . . .? Is.. is anyone in there?"

The accent was unmistakable. British.

". . .Please. . . let me in? I can't find my mum . . ."

The knocking became louder and more frantic.

"Please let me in! Please! I'm scared!"

The knocking soon turned into beating as crying could be heard.

"Please let me in! I'm afraid something's going to get me! Please!"

The banging barely hit the middle of the door as it seemed as if someone rather short was jumping, hitting, landing and repeating. The banging hit one last time before a soft cry was heard. There was nothing for a moment before crying could be heard from just outside the door.

" . . . Please.. just let me in . . ."

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] morning misunderstanding It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Blini is traditional Russian breakfast food." she said, slipping into her accent slightly as she explained. "It's like... a pancake, but they're not meant to be sweet. They're traditionally served with sour cream, and a series of fruits." She sniffed, as she flipped the bacon over in their pan. "I haven't had them in quite some time, and have the sudden urge to have them. But, I'll make a few more things, just in case you don't like them. And since I'm up and cooking before Melody, I have to serve everyone else as well." Despite the fact that this should have been something that would cause her to be agitated, it seemed as though she didn't mind. As the weeks went by, Elizabeth would come to realize that whenever Mila was in a pleasant mood (or when she was feeling highly homicidal, it depended) she tended to switch back into her Russian accent. It was the only time that she felt comfortable with connecting with her roots. It was a strange occurrence, and caused most people to pause. Some, that new her better than others, would find themselves smiling when she was in a good mood, and speaking like how she used to. She went to turn to grab something else, when there was a loud knock on the door. "Govno..." Shit... She ran her hands over herself, only to realize that she was still in her night clothes, and for once, her pistol was nowhere to be found. She clenched her jaw, and ripped up one of the seat cushions from the bench that was under the table. With a loud tearing noise, she pulled out a pistol and moved up to the door. The banging and the pleading continued. With pursed lips, she looked outside, as though to see what was going on. There were a few more bangs, and a small voice. "Who are you?" she hissed, her eye moving to the slight crack in the door to see if she could see anything. The shades were drawn, impairing any vision in or out of the kitchen on the rig. TAGGING, HEATHER THE SLAVE. 354. OUTFIT

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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The breakfast dish proposed to Elizabeth sounded interesting, interesting enough for her to nod her head at the description her mistress was giving her. As she was kneeling beside Mila in front of the stove where the waft of bacon filled her nostrils as she gazed up at her Mistress, still somewhat half asleep. Her facial expression clearly gave that fact away as she let out a small yawn. She needed coffee. Or a smack in the face or ass. Just something to wake her up. Sam would usually pinch her until she got out of bed, that left her awake enough to make herself some coffee, but today, the floor seemed rather comfortable. Elizabeth let out a sigh as she began to run her cheek against Mila’s leg, as a sign of affection for having Breakfast cooked for her.

The moment didn’t last long however, as the pair heard a knock at the door. Mila jumped from the stove to some cushions across the room and yanked out a pistol. We’re resorting to guns!?! Already!?! Elizabeth looked down at herself, her clothes would more than likely fall off if she was forced to run or move around in a rush. She grabbed a coat off a rack nearby and slipped it on as fast as she could. The old duster felt rough against her skin but she felt a heavy object in the front pocket. She reached inside and pulled out a penknife. It would have to do. She stood up and moved towards a different window to look outside, her leash nearly going taught as she had strayed away from Mila’s side to do so.

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