She gets a different kind of dinner

She decided to go upstairs and freshen up. At least for dinner she’d need to look presentable. When she saw herself in the mirror, she saw how smudged her makeup had become and she was glad she’d decided to take the time to look as pretty as possible for Sir. Cleaned up, she looked at the clock. It was nearly time.

When Eliza entered the dining room, Sir was already seated. For a moment she was afraid; was she late? But he smiled at her.

“Eliza, come kneel by me.”

Ah, another blowjob. She was getting quite accustomed to Sir’s cock, massive as it was. And she was quite getting to like pleasing him. Without a word, she came to kneel next to him.

“Now, you’ve been a very good girl, Eliza. And I think it’s time for another lesson. Put your back to me.”

A little confused, Eliza repositioned herself facing away from Sir. But she knew better than to question him.

“Your lesson is this, I own you, Eliza. And you serve at my pleasure.”

A shudder of fear ran through Eliza. Had she displeased him somehow?

“And right now, it will please me to reward Michael.”

The butler stepped into Eliza’s line of sight, already unzipping his dress pants to free his cock. Eliza’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t terribly large, nor terribly thick, but he wasn’t Sir. And she was to serve Sir, wasn’t that the arrangement? She opened her mouth, ready to say something.