The next morning

The next morning I woke with my alarm. I opened my eyes and there was my ****, kneeling beside my bed with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. She held out the cup, and as soon I took it, she quickly jumped up and rushed out of my room. I sat on the side of my bed and smiled. Yes, she did the same thing she had done ever since she got here. However today was different. She had purpose, focus, and as I had watched her leave the room with a bounce in her step. I shook my head and headed for the shower.

I walked into the bathroom and chuckled. Carrie was bending over the tub, her naked ass pointed right at me. I wanted to walk over and shove my cock deep inside her center. But I knew I couldn't. I watched her as she worked to make sure the temperature was perfect before she stood and gasped when she saw me.

"Is it ready ****?" I demanded.

"Yes master," She answered her lips curling into a slight smile.

"I want my tan cargo pants and the blue button up shirt on my bed when I get out." I instructed.

"Yes Master." She answered again and started to leave.

"Also, I want an egg sandwich with cheese this morning." I barked as I climbed into the shower.

"Yes Master." She almost gushed and she rushed by.

Twenty minutes later, I walked out of my bedroom dressed. I sat at the table with Carrie kneeling beside me, her arms behind her.

"What is rule one ****?" I asked.

"You are my Master and this **** will obey you." She answered quickly without hesitation.

"Tell me the rest of your rules." I said trying to be as stern as possible.

1.I will wear only what I you allow.

2.I will ask for permission for anything.

3.Each morning you will assign tasks for your **** to complete each day."

Carrie listed each rule one after the other until she had recited each one. When she finished, she looked at my feet and licked her lips.

"Good ****." I said and could have sworn her whole body trembled. I smiled despite myself and looked down at her. "Go get me a pen and paper." I demanded as I ate my sandwich.

Carrie jumped up and hurried to my desk. She brought back a pad of paper and a pen and sat it on the table in front of me. She stepped back and dropped to her knees again. I sat there finishing my breakfast and started to write her tasks for the day.

"Do you know how to cook" I asked.

"Oh, yes Master. My mother taught me how to cook." She gushed in spite of herself.

By the time, I finished I had four tasks on the pad.

1.You will inventory the kitchen.

2.You will prepare a list of everything you need to prepare meals for the next week.

3.You will inventory all the cleaning supplies and list what you need to keep the place clean.

4.You will list all personal items you need, including make-up, shampoo, razors, and feminine products.

"When you finish your tasks, you will go to your room and stay there until you need to start dinner. Have it ready at 5:30 and plan on two guests." I pulled the page off the pad and placed it on the table. Carrie didn't move but stayed in position. I turned and faced her, I marveled at her beauty. Her hair was perfect. Her body was glowing, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. If I didn't know better, I think she was happy.

"I'll be gone for most of the day. I expect you to be kneeling near the door when I arrive. Make sure you are naked." I finished and I stood to leave. Just as I was walking out the door, I glanced behind me and saw her jump up and grab the list. Smiling I walked out and shut the door.