Kendra

"Go get changed. Change into something like you used to wear. I want you to make a neighborly visit to the Rivera residence"

Kendra jumped as if pinched and then hurried away. The direct order from her master had set her mind ablaze. He wanted her to change? She'd only worn her uniform (or nothing at all) for days. She tried to send her mind back to the time before she'd come into Chase's service. It was hard. She was proud that she was Chase's mother, maid, and lover but she seemed to recall that she used to dress... sort of provocatively maybe? Was it to please her son? No. That wasn't it. She stood in front of her closet, inspecting the rows of outfits, trying to decide what to wear. She used to dress to impress someone but she couldn't remember whom.

The realization hit her that she used to have a husband. Or, maybe she still did? She used to dress to impress him. She frowned as she tried to remember his face. His name was Robert. That much she did remember. Had her master sent her husband away?

She was still struggling to remember and decide when Chase swaggered in. "What's the holdup? This isn't a PhD thesis. Just..." He pulled a blouse and some slacks from hangers "...wear these."

"Thank you, Chase." She snatched the clothes from him and began to undress.

Chase gave her a sharp, warning look and put his hand on her throat. "What was that, Kendra? What did you just call me?"

Kendra blanched. "I... Thank you, Master" She looked at him fearfully, not daring to move.

Chase nodded and dropped his hand. "Get dressed. I have instructions for you"