My hands involuntarily touched the collar, I tugged on it… that only brought pains to my neck, I can’t take it off.
I felt 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 leave the room or if Ethan would want me down the stairs.
But I can’t just sit in here all day, hiding in my own house. I might be a slave in my own house, but I do know that I still do have a little bit of freedom in my house. Keyword, *little*
I am not that stupid to think I still have much freedom in my house.
I left the room and walked down the stairs. Ethan could be seen sitting on the couch.. I think he heard my footsteps, because he turned around.
“I was just about calling you slave, but here you are already.” He said, having his favorite toothy grin plastered on his face.
“Do you need me for anything Master?.” I asked staring down at my toes. I’m afraid that the more I say the word *master* the more I would get used to it.
“Yes, this is another gift for you slave.” He stretched a gift wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. I walked over to where he was, and took the gift from him.
I grimaced staring at the box, merely looking at the colour of the wrapping paper, I could tell this gift isn’t something I would appreciate.
“Well… Open it.” He becokned with his hand.
I sighed then unwrapped the gift, a book was actually in it. I read the title of the book, *50 ways a slave could serve her master* what in the world is this.
I looked up at Ethan in shock, my mouth opened wide.
“I want you to read that book every night before you go to bed, and also at your free times. I want you to learn how to be a better slave, and how to serve me better. I will be expecting changes, slave.” He walks over to me, tap me on the shoulder and walked past me to the visitor room… Has he made that room, his now?
I shrugged not caring one bit. I stared at the book in my hand, walked into the kitchen… Sat on the cold floor and started reading. I guess it’s safe to say, my buttocks is now use to the cold floor.
I opened the book, the first title catching my attention… *A slave should always be presentable to her master*
I stared at my naked and haggard self, I don’t think I look presentable and that’s all Ethan’s fault. Well, I’m beginning to think I am not the only one who needs this book, but Ethan also needs it.
According to the book, I should have my bath in the morning, put on the clothes master must have picked out for me the night before, my hair must be combed, make up should be on my face. A very light makeup, before I proceed to wake him up. I guess I will need to have a little chat with my master after all.
Next chapter instructs that I always say thank you, after every punishment master must have given to me. Why the fuck do I thank him for hitting me? Who the fuck does that. *Thank you master for spanking my ass?* nope, I’m not doing that.
Just to clarify things, the book didn’t just ask that I thank my master only when I get beaten, but also when master gives me privileges and you know… any other thing worth thanking. In sum, I should always be grateful, both for the good and bad stuffs.
The third chapter instructs that whenever I commit a crime against my master, I should fold both my hands at my back, rub my face at my master feet, at the same time pleading with my eyes. Just to show how sorry I am. Ugh, this is all trash. Do people really do all this?.
Now the next instruction actually did shocked me, it says here… that pets or slave could be flogged even after being a really good slave and doing everything their master asks of them to perfection. So in sum, the beatings only depends on the master. Wow, just wow.
If I keep on reading this, I might just as well fall sick, due to the level of inhumanity in it. I can’t believe this is a life of a slave, and I will be going through all this.
“Slave!” I heard Ethan bellowed from the living room. I stood up from the cold floor and rushed over to the living room. “Yes master.” I answered, my head bowed.
“Get my dinner ready!” He ordered.
“Yes master.” I replied turning back in the direction of the kitchen, but then I turned back around.. ready to try out a trick.
“What is it slave.” He sighed, his voice disgruntled.
“Uhm, the book you asked me to read….. states that I should always be presentable to my master at all times. And so… uhm… I was wondering if I could… well… uhm, have my bath tonight and wear a piece of cloth.” I stuttered. “Just to look presentable for you, of course.” I added quickly.
He sighs, then thinks for a while before responding. “Sure, you can have your bath and I will dig into your wardrobe and find something for you to wear. I guess the book is indeed paying off.” He grinned but it wasn’t a happy toothy grin, it’s a fake grin. He isn’t happy about the fact that I just pulled a fast one on him. If he had refused, then it would mean letting me read the book on how to become a better slave for him, was actually a dumb idea. And as the master/dominant one here, he is not supposed to be dumb.
“Thank you master.” I thanked him, turned around and smiled victoriously.
ETHAN SMITH POV
Watching her leave the sitting room with a victorious smile dancing around her lips, made me realize I was just played by my own slave. But I will be sure to show her who the master is. I grinned, an idea forming in my head.
Janice you would regret playing a fast one on me.