Capítulo 7: LICK MY TOES

Ethan's POV

"Didn't you hear me slave, I said go get me food." I said, trying my possible best to remain calm.

"I... I... uhm. I can't... I can't... uhm... stand up." She stuttered hiding her face from me in shame. Something is wrong here, why is she hiding her face. My mind took a guess, and realization hit me.

Just to be sure, I decided to confirm my suspicions, without warning I thrust my middle finger into her cunt. Fuck! She's soaking wet.

"Wow, it's like somebody enjoyed getting spank on the ass." I laughed out mockingly. She covered her face with her palm.

"I expect my breakfast in the next 5 mins, don't keep me waiting slave." I shake my head chuckling then walked out of the kitchen. I can say my plan is all going so well.

Hmm, I wonder what I should make her do... for today. Maybe I should have a little of fun with her, I should make her do something she would never do in years to come. And I think I have the perfect idea.

Just when I was done mapping out my idea, Janice walked into the sitting room with a tray on her hand. On the tray is toasted bread and tea. She brought a small stool and placed it in front of me and placed the tray on the stool.

She turns around ready to leave and head back for the kitchen. "Stop"

She halted immediately, turns around... her face showing confusion.

"I told you, that you must always ask for my permission before doing anything. And right now you didn't ask for my permission to leave." I stated silently, taking a huge bite from my toasted bread.

She opened her mouth to talk, but then decided against it. "You're learning, that's good." I nod my head.

She remained standing quietly. "Anyway, kneel right there and do not stand unless I ask you to. Whenever you serve me food, I expect you to kneel and wait till am done eating."

She remained quiet and this time her quietness frustrated me, I know I told her to be quiet and she should always take my permission before speaking. But it doesn't mean she has to remain quiet when I'm giving her instructions, I at least expect a *yes master* to show I'm not just speaking to myself.

"When I give you instructions I expect you to reply with *yes master* you don't need my permission to say that." I clarified.

"Yes... uhm, yes... yes master." She stuttered. Her facial expression shows she was really having a hard time acknowledging me as a master. Very soon Janice, I will make sure you say the word *Master* without any hitch.

Janice POV

I can't believe this is what my life has become, I now kneel and call a man who is supposed to be in my book *Master* ugh, I feel like puking.

I knelt down like the obedient slave that Ethan expects me to, and watch him eat.... My stomach grumbled for food, fuck! I haven't eating since last nigh... and this idiot here is having fun munching on my food. Food I brought with my own money.

"Don't tell me you are hungry slave." He said sweetly, my stomach grumbled again. Stomach, stop embarrassing me!! I held onto my stomach and stayed silent.

"Do you want this remaining slice of toast bread, with my tea?" He wiggled the toast bread right in front of my eyes, the scent sneaking into my nostril. My tongue salivate, unable to wait... I want the bread!.

"Don't worry, there's a perfectly good way that you can have it. But you have to do as I say, will you do that?."

I ransacked my brain trying to figure out what he was going to make me do, over a slice of bread. I don't know if I reall want to know, but well.... The grumbling in my stomach... made me answer. "Yes, I will do it." I gulped.

"Great. You see slave, for you to get this slice of bread I want you to bow right in front of me and lick my toes. Cause that's what an obedient slave does. You have to worship me. So.... Are you going to do it." He grinned. This Dickhead right here just said the most gross thing ever, and he is grinning like he didn't just ask me to lick his toes.

I stared at his feet, and I could only imagine where he must have walk on with those feet. Okay forget about the feet being dirty, how the fuck does he expect me to bow down and lick his feet, maybe if it was a kiss I would consider doing it. But lick, ewww... I can't lick his feet.

"I.. I.. I can't lick... lick you feet." Just the mere thought of doing such a disgusting thing got me barfing.

"Okay, you can leave." He shrugged, takes the last slice of bread and eat it. He is just going to let me go, I thought he would give me some kind of punishment for not obeying him, and not lick his feet like he desired.

I stared at him confused but still proceeded to the kitchen. Why is he so calm about my reply, Ugh... I wish I could read his mind and know what the fuck he is thinking.

I got to find out what he was indeed thinking, when I didn't get to taste... not even a cup of water the whole day. I was in deep pain, my ass is in pain, my forehead is in pain, my whole fucking body is in pain cause I had to lay on the damn ground and now, my stomach wouldn't stop crying none stop for food.

Ethan wants me to beg for food, he wants me to go on my knees and beg for food then I will have no choice but to lick his disgusting leg. I am so screwed.

You know what? Fuck this whole slave and master relationship! I'm done with it, I am going to cook and eat. I will do that without asking for Ethan permission or licking his toes.

With so much agility and without a single care, I got up from the kitchen floor and went ahead to make myself toasted bread and tea, the bread was about going into my mouth when Ethan walked into the kitchen. Fuck! I didn't even get to taste it.

"You might not know this slave but there's a camera in this kitchen and every other room in this house. I installed everyone one of them when you were still sleeping at the early hours of the day." He said softly, resting his back on the kitchen door.

What! I looked around searching for the camera, and I found it. So he has been spying on me all this time, wow.

"Now I want you to keep that toast and come over here." I looked at him in the way that said, no I rather eat my toast and then die in your hands. I raise the toast to my mouth stubbornly, but before it could go in my mouth his shoe kicked it from my hand. Ouch, that's really painful.

"I told you Janice that if you want to eat... you would have to lick my toes, while bowing down. But you always seem to disregard all my talks, now you have to pay for doing that. I can see that you are ready for another episode of your punishment."

He smiled at me wickedly, marched over to me and dragged me by my hair. "You are going to learn not to ever disobey me, ever again and this time, it won't be a simple spanking on your ass."

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