Act happy and talk like a slut

Tanya hated the holidays. There was just too much free time, and it was hard to stay around people all the time when Michael wasn't with her.

Sometimes he let her out to find company, sometimes he told her to wait for him at home. She hated to stay home and fuck herself. Her body got exhausted from cumming every three minutes, but the worst part was that she wasn't even able to enjoy it. It was all such a waste of time, time better spent on finding a cure.

'Welcome home master!' She giggled as Michael came in and started licking her fingers clean. He had ordered her to always act happy. That had been part of the last rule he had given her 3 weeks ago.

• Rule 6: ct like everything I do makes you happy. Speak with enthousiasm and always talk like you are a dumb bimbo slut. Act like that, but never let it reach your mind. I don't want your mind to change, but don't let anybody know you're smart. Don't let them see other emotions than dumb enthousiasm.

Michael kicks of his boots and lets himself fall down on the sofa. 'Don't go to sleep just yet. Tanya. I want you to do something for me.'

She could hardly hold het eyes open. She had been fucking herself for hours and after hundreds of climaxes, her body almost refused to coply to his wishes.

But then she jumped up from the sofa, and giggled at the jerk that controlled her.

'Yesss, whatcha want from meee?'

Michael gave her a lazy smile.

'To start it off, you can...'