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The next morning I got up and shaved, and got ready for breakfast. We followed our guard to the dinning room, and we were greeted by the Master. I looked his way and smiled, and he smiled back, and I could see him shaking his head.

We ate our breakfast, and I took more ribbing about my appearance at the celebration yesterday. I just laughed it off, because now that I look back on what happened, it’s funny how things got mixed up. My appearance all day at the celebration, was strange, and at the same time funny. I had spent the entire day dressed as a slave, wearing only a loincloth. I had followed the Master around, being introduced to his friends and dignitaries, as his champion wrestler.

When we started to leave, the guard stopped me, and told me the Master wanted to talk with me. He told me the Master was waiting in his dinning room. I went next door to the Master’s dinning room, the door was open, but I knocked first. The Master told me to enter, and have a seat, I hesitated because I was naked, and his chairs had covered cushions. I told him I would feel more comfortable standing.

He just laughed, and said whatever made me comfortable, so I stood. He handed me a newspaper, and apologized for the pictures. In the paper was a picture of me sitting on the ground, and it showed me messaging the Master’s feet. Under the photo was the caption, the Chiefton being serviced by his slave. I knew people had taken pictures of Antra and I, carrying the Master’s sedan chair. But I hadn’t seen anyone taking pictures when I messaged the Master’s feet.

I just laughed, and said it was a good photo of him, but not very flattering of me. He said he was sorry for causing me all the humiliation, that I went through the day before. He said he learned the guard had foregotten to bring the robe for me to wear. He said he saw the guard return, and saw Antra wearing his robe as he left for the pick nick area. He said when he turned to ask me to follow him, he noticed I was wearing only the loincloth. But when he saw me following him, wearing only the loincloth, he thought that was strange, but didn’t say anything. He thought I had gotten comfortable that way, since he knew I liked being naked at the house. He said he noticed I had a smile on my face, and seemed to be happy dressed that way.

I told the Master, that I thought he wanted me to remain dressed as his slave, so I obliged his request. He told me he had learned from the guard, that the guard had foregotten to bring my robe to me. The Master said he heard later, that I had been embarrassed the whole time, dressed as a slave. He said he was sorry for the mixup, and apologized for causing me so much humiliation.

I told him not to worry, that I just kept a smile on my face, and met his friends with a handshake, or a verbal greeting. He told me that the wrestlers behind me, heard comments about his having a white slave coming from the crowd. So it seems the newspaper reporter, had heard those remarks as well. The Master told me anytime I feel embarrassed or humiliated, to let him know.

I ask the Master if the photo, or any of the comments about me, would cause him any problems. He laughed and told me, if anything, it would help his reputation as a Chiefton. The Master gave me a funny look, then ask how I really felt about being seen and called his slave. I told him I was fine with what had happened, and that there was no problem.

I ask him how his feet were doing, and he laughed. He told me I did a good job on his feet, and that it really eased his pain. He told me his feet felt fine, even this morning, and that maybe later on, I could give him another message. I just laughed and told him, his slave was always ready to take care of its Master. I think this remark, embarrassed the Master, from the expression on his face.

I then went to the dorm, and joined the other wrestlers waiting for our morning workout.