Eat & lay down some ground rules

You clean yourself up as you think any cleaning Bianca would like to do is with her mouth, because you're starving! You put on some clothes and head out into your kitchen. All you really have to eat is cereal, but you're not complaining. Bianca follows you out and joins you. "You could have asked me to do that for you, Master John." Bianca coos.

"Just hungry now." You shove some cereal into your mouth. "So do you really mean what you said earlier about me?" You ask. Bianca places a hand over yours, "John, I really mean it. I couldn't imagine being with any other man. I knew the second you stood up to Wayne that I wanted you as my Master." Bianca smiles and squeezes your hand. "I've had sex with many men. And many Whittmen. But you're the one I love. Please forgive me for how forthcoming I've been with all this, and for how much sex I wanted from you. It's just... " Bianca trails off, trying to find the words.

"It's okay, Bianca." You give give her a hug. She's in tears, "Please sir. choose me as your wife. I'll cook for you. Clean in a skimpy French maid costume, or nothing at all. And I'll always want you and love you." Bianca looks like she really, really means it. "How about if I told you I didn't want as much sex, or you need to quit porn and raise my children?" You ask. "Yes! I'll do all that for you. I'll annouce my retirement from porn right away. And John, it would be a real honor for you to consider me to be the mother of your children." You smile softly hearing her answer. "We'll talk about that after our week is up."

Bianca nods as you eat your breakfast and asks, "John, may I suggest that I work on cleaning up your apartment?" You nod in agreement. "Yeah, we need to get this place cleaned up. While you're doing that I will see if I can get some of your clothes over here and get you set up. Eat something first though, you're probably hungry."

"Thank you for worrying about me." Bianca says, and joins you for breakfast. You're done yourself so put the dirty bowl into the sink. While she eats, she asks you some questions. "So how would you like for me to address you now that we're together?" You think about that for a moment. "John's fine. Though I do like being called Master or Master John from time to time. Not too often though, you already have it about right." "Ooh, Master is my favorite, Master. I feel so complete." Bianca replies. "Some Whittmen like to call their wives other names. Like wife, servant, ****.. What would you like to call me?" You grin. "Anything I want. I'll typically use your name, but might change it to suit my fancy, especially during sex." "No problem, I'm happy to be any woman you want to fuck." Bianca says as she eats.

"Some Whittmen don't want to hear their wives shit. How should I speak? Freely or when spoken to?" Bianca asks as she finishes her quick breakfast. "I value your opinion Bianca. You're very good at recruiting Whittmen on the porn site and know what you're doing. I would be unwise to silence you. But I don't want any BS or drama. I'll often ask your opinion on matters but I have the final say." You say authoratively. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Bianca replies.

"Last question. What would you like me to wear around the house?" She asks. "An interesting question. You look so good in so many outfits, I can't choose just one. I already want to see you in that French maid outfit as you clean my house." You say. "John, I would love to but don't have any of my outfits here." Bianca says with a frown.

"I'll take care of it. Casual clothes unless I say otherwise. Let's get to work. What's Wayne's number?" You ask. "555-9296." Bianca replies as she starts to get busy.