Needing Practice

Judas had his eyes focused on Mavie’s face. He was keenly eyeing her every expression. It was clear and evident to see that she feared him, but he could also sense a subtle aura of appreciation in her nervous mien.

“Drop the towel, walk over here slowly,” Judas commanded.

Mavie walked out of the bathroom with a towel covering her nakedness. Unlike Judas, who confidently walked like a god in his kingdom where his subjects were expected to bow their head when he passed by, naked or clothed wouldn’t have had any difference; no one would dare look up to gaze at him in his birth suit.

But as the master had ordered, Mavie let go of her tight hold on the towel that covered and hid her nudity. Then she sauntered her way to Judas on the bed. Mavie stopped in her tracks when she arrived at the foot end of the bed and bowed her head as she waited for what the master would command her next.

“You saw what Roxanne did earlier, right?” Judas asked coldly.

Mavie nodded.

“Now, come up here, and l