#slave project

You two will present yourselves at my penthouse immediately. 

For the time being, you will be allowed only the clothes you have on you at your arrival, and you are meant to wash those clothes every night so you can have it clean the following day. You will have all three courses of meal, each one of you will share the task every day in and out. You will both be placed in one of my spare rooms. There are no beds there, but you will be provided with bedding to sleep on the floor. And no funny, sexual interaction amonsgt you, unless I allow to happen. And trust me, I will know if you cross me on this one. And for every time you disobey an order, there will be consequences to endure.

Any other further orders, will be given when the time comes. 

Joe woke early on Wednesday mroning, the first morning of him as a slave, an idea he still had trouble to process, and he tiptoed his way out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t wake up all the others who were also staying at Stevie’s suite. He made his way into the kitchen and put the coffee machine on, so when Sky, his owner for the rest of that week and the next. In a way, he felt lucky that he got one of the Evans siblings to bid for him; for all he knew, they were a nice, and wholesome family, all in all, caring about others and really good people, so he figured it couldn’t be that much of a bad thing. He had an idea of making Sky a couple of toasts and jam for when he woke up, but decided it was best for him to wait the other woke up and told him what to do. In fact, he was already regretting putting the coffee on without asking first. Nothing to do but wait for Sky to wake up and tell him, and in the meantime, Joe kneeled by the kitchen table, and waited.

PM: Oh it definitely was. Fucked stupid is a good look on him.

Totally. Who got you?