Jade hurried back to Lord Chuck’s chamber thinking about Lord Mobius’s punishment. She had to smile, pain was something she had dealt with all of her life, but pleasure was her true weakness. She paused, why did the fantasies she buried deep in her mind always involved both.

Jade walked to Lord Chuck’s chamber with this information weighting heavy on her mind. Jade knocked on door.

”It is Jade Sir, May I enter”, she asked.

”Enter”, said Lord Chuck.

Jade enter and assumed a kneeling position in front of him. Jade did not even know where to begin and asking people things was not something she was use too.

”Sir, I, …I need to know what my duties are. I have never been a maid and do not know what is require of me”, Jade fumbled through the question and continued, “I also do not know where I am suppose to sleep, Sir.”

Jade knelt there, she felt flushed and confused. Her lack of control over her own life. The lack of understanding of what was expected of her. The perpetual heat she felt she was in all the time was only compounded as she watched the handsome man standing before her. Her frustration was building and the heat of lust was starting to show in her eyes.

Lord Chuck walked around the room. It seems this kitten was in heat after all. He suppressed his chuckled. He didn’t want to get the little tiger’s temper in a uproar yet. He would rather have her purring first. This time a laugh did escape him.

”Was that all you hade to ask me”, Lord Chuck said in a bored voice.

Jade almost choked as she made her response.

”I was wondering about my other two requests, Sir”, she said through clenched teeth.

He didn’t laugh this time but he was amused. It seemed Jade had a problem asking for what she needed. What was he going to do with this creature? Some more time on her knees would do her some good. He causally walked around the room as he contemplated her fate.

The masculine scent of him was very intoxicating. She concentrated on the pain the leather chastity belt was causing to take her mind off of the man. Jade’s back was rigid. Her head held high as she knelt waiting for his response.