Janice POV
I 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. 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 carefully, my fingers squeezed together anxiously.
He looked up at me, setting his fork down on the plate.
“Speak!.” He said in authoritative voice.
I gulp nervously, “I was wondering…. If I could go have… well… uhm, that bath now. So I could look presentable for you… of course.” I should definitely make a mental note to always add that last part. I need him to believe he is the one responsible for the change and not me.
He relaxed his back on the dinning chair, “You can go have you bath, once i am done eating.”
I nod my head, ” Thank you master.”
The book *How to become a better slave,* did say I should always thank my master after all… this is going to be fun.
I stood next to him on the dining table, waiting on him. Once he was done eating, I cleared the table.. took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and washed. I confirmed from him, if I should go have my bath and he gave me the go ahead.
Stepping into the bathroom gave me much joy, finally I get to wash up again. I got into the bath tub, turned on the shower and let the water hit me on my back… giving me cold chills through out my body. Fuck! I miss bathing.
I made sure I sponged myself over and over again, i really need to be clean and sparkling. I need to be presentable for my almighty master (chuckle).
Once I was done bathing, i used that opportunity to brush my teeth. Gosh I stink. I have been feeling so disgusted by my body lately, I’m glad I could finally change that.
Finally done brushing, I walked out of the bathroom in a white towel, but stopped right in my track seeing Ethan sitting on my bed. Why is he here? Couldn’t he at least let me get my body dry, cream it… before coming to check on me.
“I see you are done bathing slave.” Duhh? I think that’s pretty obvious.
I faked a smile, “Yes master. I’m done. Thank you for letting me have my bath, now I will indeed look presentable for you.”
He huffs, throws a dress at me.. “I want you wearing that. I will be in the sitting room.” He grinned at me slyly before walking out of my room.
Okay.. I hate that sly grin. I hate it!!
I unfolded the cloth he gave to me… and no! No! No! No! No fucking way, will I be wearing this.
Arghhh, you prick of man! How dare you!!!
I wish I could cuss at him face to face, I wish I could show him how much I hate him. But I can’t, why? I don’t want to get punish. I just need to calm down and try to put and end to this madness.
Ethan Smith Pov
I couldn’t help but giggle in happiness, imagining the look she must have on her face right now. You thought you could play me Janice, but I will let you know every freaking minute, that as your master… only I can think for you and control you.
I let her have her way.. and have that bath, but now… she has to put on the cloth I assigned to her. And there’s everything wrong with that dress. First its a slutty nurse uniform, but secondly it’s in pink.
A minute passed and my slave isn’t yet down, two minutes passed and she isn’t still down. I checked the camera and she’s just standing in the middle of the room with the dress still in her hand, her face still portraying disgust and shock.
I tapped on the mic function in the camera app then said…. “Do you think I have all the time in the world? Get dressed! And get down here, now!”
On hearing my voice she froze at first, looked around the room in shocked… but eventually got dressed.
“Fuck.” My eyes stayed glued to the screen of the phone, Janice looks extraordinarily hot in the slutty nurse outfit. Her boobs were outside, very little was actually in the dress, from the video… I could see her nipples pointing through the slutty nurse dress.
The length of the dress was way too short, her thighs were on full disposal for my eyes.
When she left the room, or should I say the phone screen.. I felt disappointed. But then again, I remembered she’s actually coming to the sitting room. So I will be seeing the real deal.
It took her a minute to come meet me in the sitting room, and when she finally did… she had her head bowed in shame. Now, thats more like it.
“You can raise your head slave.” I dished out, my full focus on her. Her head remained bowed.
“Slave, I said you should raise your head.” I repeated, my voice coming out a little bit harsh. Her face remained bowed. Now I’m pissed!
“Slave!!!! Raise your fucking head up, if you do not want me fucking up your shit right now!!!” I growled, my nose flaring in anger, ears standing up. I know being angry makes me really ugly, but hey… that’s what Janice designed my angry self to be like.
My fiancée once called me a raving, bitter, beast.. after I killed her lover right in front of her.
Janice jumps in shock and then she raised her head up.
“Now that’s a good girl. Anyway, I would want you to go into your room and put on some make up, then also make sure to comb your hair. After all, you do have to look presentable for me, your master.” I grinned.
“Uhm, I don’t have a makeup box, master.”
I smiled at her excuse… knowing I already made sure that there’s no room for excuse.
“I already took care of that slave. Check your makeup drawer. And be fast about getting ready, I have an event planned out for you, and I promise… you are gonna love it.”
Janice POV
Just like Ethan had said, I did indeed have a makeup… in the past I didn’t even have a make up table. I need to ask Ethan how he is able to get all this stuffs.
I wasn’t sure on how to do my make up, but I wanted it to be nice. For some reason, I want Ethan to be proud.
I smiled satisfied by the justice I have done to my face, master would surely be proud. OMG! Did I just call him master. I’m guessing it’s just a one time thing, yeah…. It doesn’t mean anything.
While combing my hair, I remembered when Ethan said… “….. And be fast about getting ready, I have an event planned out for you, and I promise… you are gonna love it.” My stomach rumbled in anticipation, wondering what he had planned out. I better hurry up then. Gosh, why am I excited?