Janice POV
I woke up the next morning feeling so much pain in my body, I stood up from the floor sighing tiredly. I can't really say I actually had a goodnight sleep, cause I didn't.
I walked over to the sitting room to meet Ethan sleeping... But was he really sleeping I couldn't tell, if he is... then this would have been the perfect time to either escape or put a knife through his heart.
Yeah, I wouldn't mind killing him. But then again, I'm trying to pretend to be a nice obedient slave. I wouldn't want to spoil my chance on that by trying to kill a man who might not even be sleeping.
I knelt down next to the couch, my hand slowly going into his trouser... It was kind of hard for my hand to fully go in, so I had to pull down the zipper. Once the zipper was down, I was able to put my hand in his boxer... Fuck! His dick is so hard and stiff.
The rest of the day felt so sad for me, Why was I sad? Because my master didn't like the blowjob I gave to him earlier.I want to stop thinking about the scene, I want to stop thinking about the fact that he didn't even at least rate me 2 out of ten. Maybe a *good job, slave* would have been enough.I folded my leg up to my chest, pouting so hard. Ugh, why do I feel this way."Don't tell me someone isn't happy because she couldn't make her master happy." Ethan said standing in the door way."No! That's not it!." I denied bluntly, shaking my head vigorously in denial."No, no... slave, You shouldn't raise your voice at your master. But because I know you are at total denial due to the feelings you are having right now, I will let it pass."I stared at him blankly,
My hands involuntarily touched the collar, I tugged on it... But that only brought pains to my neck, cause I can't take it off.I felt so frustrated, so frustrated with the way my life is going. With the turn of event in my life. Weeks back, I brought pain to people life.. people in my story and now,I feel the pain.A lot of people never really understood the reason why I wrote tragic story. I had a really painful childhood and a painful teenage life, the only way I could forget my past was actually hurting other people.My physiologist had advice I tried putting all my fury into the books I write, if she had known a character from my book would one day control me and ask that I call him master, I'm pretty sure she would never had asked that I write such genre of book.I stood in the middle of the room, a little bit confuse. I was wondering if I should
Janice POVI made dinner happily for Ethan, my mind still not able to believe I just pulled a fast one on Ethan. Maybe after all, I could indeed put all this slave and master scenario to an end, and what better way but to keep on reading the book my master gifted to me.Now I know why lawyers do read a contract when there's a lawsuit, that's because there's always a loophole. And now all I need to do is find the fucking loophole between Ethan and I, and set the tables straight.I placed the food I was cooking on the tray, added a bottle of water to the tray and then carried it to the sitting room. Since when I served Ethan his food on the dinning table, he began preferring eating on the dinning table. So I set the table, and called him over to the dinning room.He sat down on the dinning chair, uncovered his food and started eating."Uhm, master.. may I speak." I asked him carefu
I walked back to the sitting room, having a pit of anxiousness in my stomach. I stood before Ethan nervously, my fingers squeezed together."Slave, go over to that table and sit on it." He instructs, i nod my head... walked over to the table and sat down on it."I want you to spread your legs wide for me." I gulped nervously, and did as Ethan said. I spread my legs wide, revealing my shinning pussy to him."Now, I need you to touch yourself slave and I am going to watch you do that." He grinned relaxing back into the couch.I froze in spot at what he said, he wants me to touch myself? He wants me to masturbate while he watch. Nope, this is the very last thing I would do."I'm waiting slave." He whistled in a sing song manner.I close my legs openly rebelling to him. I will not masturbate and allow him to watch me do that."You wouldn't want to get punished for disobeying your master, would you? Slave."I folded my hands b
Janice POV."I've been a bad slave, I've been really disobedient to my master. I didn't take his permission to have an orgasm." I said this words, over and over again... My knees folded up in the bathtub.I felt so much cold, I could feel my teeth chattering due to the cold am feeling.Ethan wasn't joking, when he said he was going to let me seat in the bathroom all night. I don't know what time it is now, but I do know that I have spent awfully a lot of time in here.Would it be weird to say, a part of me feel really sorry for what I did. I felt guilty for having an orgasm when my master clearly told me not to do so.That part of me, seek for my master forgiveness, and sincerely wants to become a better slave to him.And then, there is the other part of me that just want to be free of all this. The part, that
I stirred the egg in the frying pan, happy as fuck! My master compliment ringing in my head continuously. I'm glad he likes it, I can't stop blushing.I placed the scrambled eggs on a flat plate, arranged five slice of bread next to it, a cup of tea... And carried it to the dinning table."Master, your food is ready." I announced, bringing out his chair. He loves sitting down at the head chair, on the dinning table."Is that so slave?." He asked rising up from the couch, he walked over to the dinning table and sat on his chair.He ate the food quietly, while I knelt down beside him. This time I didn't stare at the ground, I was looking at him.. I was fascinated by the way he eats, the way his mouth and teeth move.I shake my head in shock, why am I worshipping the way he eats and the way his mouth moves. I think... I think... I'm begining to unconsciously liking the fact that I am a slave, to Ethan.My eyes widen in realization, knowin
*A slave should always accept who they are. A slave should give all claims to self. A slave should learn to accept that a higher power, has more power to run their life. To be a submissive is to submit yourself to your dominamnt and their desires. It is to trust they will keep you safe and not transgress your limits, but ultimately you are putting yourself in their control. A good dominant will always consider their submissive's needs and desires, to ensure they have a fulfilling experience serving them. However, what occurs in such a relationship dynamic is at the discretion, of the dominant, not the submissive.* I dropped the book down, my head pounding from everything I've been reading. This words... *It is to trust they will keep you safe and not transgress your limits, but ultimately you are putting yourself in their control.* &
"Brenda! What are you doing here." I asked in shock getting up on my feet. "On all fours, slave!" Ethan growled, I turned to stare at him in shock. Did he just say that in front of my sister... "This is my sister." I whispered to him pleadingly. "I can see the resemblance slave. Now if you don't want me dragging you into the house, give you a good whipping on your ass cheeks.. then you had better get back on all fours, slave!" He said sternly, his eyes on my sister. Oh my God, this is not happening to me right now. I looked at my sister, then returned my gaze back to Ethan. I gulped nervously, and went back to my original position, on all fours. "Wow sis, I didn't know you were into such a thing." Janice states. What me? Into such a thing? I'm not, this was all forced on me Brenda! "I'm Ethan smith." Ethan said casually, stretching forth his hand for a handshake, while