Don't eat. Something is... not right here.

"You have a Happy Maid?", you ask Steve, as he slowly slurps his coffee.

"Yes, a lovely thing", he answers. "Such a relief in the household. She's really great with everything, Phuong, she really is. Cooking, cleaning, shopping for groceries... gives you so much more free time. Actually, not that I think of it... since I do have more time..." He stops, chews on something and swallows. "... that's exactly when the sessions became... more..."

Steve's eyes suddenly seem to loose focus and taking on a slight dazed look.

You frown, looking at him questioningly.

"Steve?", you say.

He looks at you. Frowns. And suddenly his eyes become stern and hard.

"Didn't I tell you to call me 'Master', stupid ****?", he asks, in a cool voice.

Your eyes widen in surprise. "No, ... no, you didn't. You explicitly said..."

"SHUT UP, ****!", Steve booms.

He snaps his fingers, pointing to the floor. "On your knees, cunt! On your knees!"

The words strike a cord deep inside you body. There is again this overwhelming feeling of submission and lust creeping back into you, but you try to resist it. Something is very wrong here. You clearly remember what Steve said, and you also remember that he talked quite openly about not feeling like himself lately. Somehow, this is all connected.

On the other hand... this voice is so incredibly sexy.

You feel your knees tremble. You realize how much you want this man. How much you long for him to repeat what he did last night. You want to submit. There's just this little voice inside your head that screams danger.