From Bad to Even Worse

Gemma switched the TV on and sipped her water.

"Hmm, I've had a long day. Massage my feet" Gemma demanded.

"Yes Mistress Gemma"

At this point, James wasn't really sure what to do. When he had explained the curse to Gemma he hadn't thought for a minute it had been real. On top of that, he could never have predicted Gemma would **** her seemingly total power over him to the extent she already had. Worse still, it sounded like she was planning on making this a long term thing, unless she was joking about deciding whether or not to share him with her housemate. She didn't sound like she was joking.

When James thought about it, he really didn't know Gemma all that well. They had worked together few a few months and got on well enough on a superficial level. Gemma was smart, funny, undeniably attractive and more fun to be around than anyone else he worked with. But low key, she could kind of be a bitch. Never to him, at least up until now, but she definitely had a selfish side, a high opinion of herself and tended to talk down to people beneath her pay grade at work. Well she had now turned James quite literally into her servant.

Despite how annoyed and outraged he was with this treatment he would have to continue to speak respectfully to her at all times. He had no idea what she might make him do if he offended her. His plan was to speak to someone he trusted more than Gemma about this and get them to keep her away from him while he figured this whole curse mess out. For now, he continued to dutifully massage his 'owners' feet.

"That's enough for now" Gemma decided "I want you to fetch me a snack, then I am going to use you as a table"

"Yes Mistress" James had to bite his tongue as he got to his feet.

"Oh, and James.."

"Yes Mistress?"

"You can never tell anyone about your curse or my power over you. It's our little secret, okay?"

"Yes Mistress Gemma" James sighed as he trudged back to the kitchen,