Getting help from Anaïs

Hearing Anaïs tell me she's hungry makes me realize that the thankless task (in my opinion) of cooking will never be a problem again. I need to find someone who can do the housework for me. Not Anaïs; I don't see her as a... ****? I need to find someone I don't value.

In the meantime, I decide to order a meal on Uber Eats. It's a waste of my money, but never mind. I know it won't be a problem in the future. I let Anaïs choose sushis. I order a dish for myself too. We get dressed before the delivery guy arrives. The sushi isn't bad.

• "Anaïs? Is there a girl you want to... hurt?"

• “Why are you asking me that?” she replies, taken aback, between two bites.

• “If I ever had the chance to take control of someone and make them my ****. Would you have any ideas?”

• “Be YOUR ****? But... that's not a chore!”

• “What do you mean?”

• “Well, you're a great person. Being at your service isn't slavery.”

I'm surprised by what she says. But, in a good way, I like it.

• “There's still a loss of personal freedom...” I reply.

• “Pffff... It doesn't bother me. I love you.
  So, asking her to be my girlfriend means she has to follow for anything.

• “If I were a Nazi, would you still love me?”

• “Of course I would,” she says very seriously.
  Okay, fine.

• “Would you be able to recruit someone to be my ****?” I ask her.

• “It seems difficult to convince someone to do that.”

Is this the moment to confess everything to her? Would she be comfortable with the idea of the notebook?

• “See this book?” I held it out to her. “One signature in it, and I have control over that person. I just need them to sign.”
  She looked at the book.

• “Is this the one I signed earlier?”

• “Yes.”
  She paused for a moment.

• “That's a funny coincidence,” she says without any hidden meaning. She can't make the connection between our couple and the book. “Assuming it really works, who would you want as your ‘****’?”

• “Um...” I think for a moment. “A woman our age. Not too ugly.”

• “Can I put a friend on that?”

She's really up for anything.

• “Yes. Anyone in particular?”

• “Rachel?”

Rachel is a blonde, also petite, in our class. Unlike Anaïs, who is quite discreet, she is popular. She is a little less skinny than Anaïs, but has nice curves. She is clearly a good choice.

• “Rachel it is.” I smile slightly. “Seeing her cook for us turns me on.”
  Anaïs takes a stern tone.

• “Hey. Hands off, okay? I am your girlfriend.”
  Ah. So she's okay with making her friend a ****, but not with being cheated on. That makes sense. A new order was needed.

• “I can sleep with other women, that's normal.”

She doesn't respond. I repeat my sentence.

• “Seeing Rachel cook for us turns me on.”

She bites her lip.

• “Me too,” she whispers.

• “First thing tomorrow, you'll have her sign it?”

• “Count on me.”

After dinner, we go to bed. We don't have sex again, but we cuddle naked in bed.

The next day, Anaïs gets up earlier than me to go and get some things from her place before class starts. We meet up at college. We hug away from prying eyes, I give her the book, and we head to our classroom. She sits next to Rachel. I watch them as I sit down behind them.

In the middle of class, Anaïs takes the book out of her bag, opens the first page, and shows her the signatures.

• “Sign here, it's for Lola's birthday. I'll explain,” Anaïs whispers.

Rachel takes a pen and puts it on the page.

• “Aren't we writing a note?” asks Rachel.

• “No. You'll see the surprise.”

Rachel signs the page. Anaïs turns to me and winks. We wait for the break; I join them and give her her first order.

• "Rachel? Listen to me carefully: from now on, you will be at my service. You will obey my orders, then Anaïs's. Outside of class, you will come to my house to cook, clean, and so on. You must not tell anyone about this situation, and you must maintain the appearance of a normal life with your relatives."

This is going to be fun.