Touch yourself (Part three)

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