Nate was just finishing wiping down the kitchen when he heard Anna's key turn in the lock. He stood up and rushed to the door as quickly as he could, certain that Anna would want help unloading and unpacking all of her stuff.
He was right. As soon as she came through the door, Anna began dumping bags of stuff into Nate's arms. It was all he could do to stay on his feet, tottering unsteadily in his high heels, and carrying all that weight. Nate was still wearing the rubber gloves he had used for cleaning and his knees really hurt from kneeling on the hard floor. Anna looked around the room, slowly, as if hoping to find something he had done wrong. It seemed she was satisfied however, as she gave a small nod, then said to Nate.
"Hmmm. Not perfect, but you will get better with practice I assume. It's good enough for now, but I want you to give it an even more thorough cleaning tomorrow. Now be a good boy and go put that stuff in my new room; and while you're in there, change the sheets and make the bed, I'm not sleeping in anything you've slept in. Those sheets are probably full of jizz anyway you dirty bitch."
Nate did all of that while Anna lounged on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. After a while Anna was hungry and she demanded that he cook her dinner. Nate wasn't big on shopping and didn't have a lot of ingredients in the cupboard or the fridge, but he stumbled his way through and managed to make a passable Green Chicken Curry. Anna then put on a movie, some sappy romantic comedy that Nate hated, and she ordered him to give her a foot massage while she watched it. By this point Nate had had just about enough, and he considered disobeying, but the look she gave him was so withering that he didn't dare. He just meekly did whatever she asked and didn't say anything, hoping that if he was good, she might give him back some control over his wardrobe.
When the movie was over, Anna announced "I'm going to bed now," and strode off toward's Nate's bedroom. Just before she reached the door, Nate felt bold enough to ask
"Can I please get out of these clothes now?"
Anna stopped at the bedroom door and turned to face him. "From now on, you will not speak unless I give you permission to. When you address me you must always call me Miss Anna and...." she paused, biting her lip. "Yes, I suppose I should let you change out of those clothes so you can go to sleep. When I wake up in the morning I expect to find breakfast ready on the table. I want an omelette, two pieces of toast and a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice." With that, she turned on her heel, closed the door and went to bed.
Nate quickly stripped out of the showgirl outfit and took off the high heels that had been hurting his feet. Anna hadn't given him anything else to put on though, so he curled up naked on the couch and tried to drift off to sleep.
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