Kisha had finished up her meal. She decided he had done most of what she had asked and she would feed him. She walked quietly up the steps. “Here you go,” she said once she had gotten to the top. In the plate was celery, carrots, peanut butter dip and mini tuna sandwhiches.
Jason had just finished putting the tools away and looked over at Kisha for his breakfast and almost vomited on the floor as the smell of peanuts filled his nostrils. “Oh Jesus, yuck, nuts.”
She sat the plate down in front of him. “You don’t have to eat the peanut butter but the rest you do.”
He scanned the plate and ate only the tuna sandwiches before sitting back on the floor and politely stating. “Salads make me sick.”
“Salads will save your life. No more junk food for you until you’ve lost fifty pounds.”
His expression darkened a little. “Yeah well I can’t eat salads because they taste revolting to me and my throat wont swallow them.”
“Don’t worry, your throat will swallow them and other things you’d swear right now will never pass your lips.”
His face took on a slightly puzzled expression. “Ok, how could you not understand that salads are in the same class as nuts to me, they help me vomit.”
“You have allergic reactions to them?” she asked.
Jason shook his head a little. “No, I just find the taste so vile that I might as well be allergic.”
“Well then, we will have to break you of that nasty little habit where you think everything that is good for you is vile. It would be different if you were allergic but since you are not you will either eat what is put in front of you or you can starve, Your choice.”
He looked at the plate. “Could you cook them at least? Maybe add a little salt?”
“Yes, that I can do.”
“Thanks, maybe some ketchup too?” He smiled sweetly up at her.
“No ketchup. Be right back. Oh by the way, if you use the hair spray, you will completely remove the stain,” she said just as sweetly before scooping up the plate and going back downstairs.
His face darkened again as she walked down stairs and thought to himself. ~First chance I get I’m going to McDonalds…~ Picking out the hairspray he sprayed some on what left and started scrubbing again.
While the food was cooking, Kisha placed some phone calls. She’d had previously a sub that was overweight and that particular sub had been great at sneaking off and getting fast food. She decided an ounce of prevention would go a long way and knew that it would be worth it once Jason slimmed down some.
He finished scrubbing and tossed the hairspray back where he found it. “Well…once I find some money I will…till then I’ll just have to force down that rabbit food and hope I don’t vomit over the carpet…I’ll probably have to clean it up again.”
She removed the now steamed vegetables, added some salt and headed back upstairs. She handed him the plate and fork.
Jason very reluctantly took the plate and even more reluctantly physically forced himself to eat it, his face beginning to turn almost as green as the celery.
“Breathe,” She instructed. “The food is not out to get you, you know,” she told him.
He took deep breaths and shivered hard. “Oh-My-God, that…was so very disgusting.”
“You will sing a different tune in a month.” She took the plate and fork. “Now, you have some wallpaper to repair. The supplies and instructions are in that room. You have two hours to finish it and then you can have a break.”
He groaned softly as he stood up. “Can’t I just paint it? It’ll look better that way…”
“You will do as I say or you can go without food. Your choice.”
His shoulders slumped and sighed once more. “Alright, alright, am going. Sheesh.” Passing her, his steps were heavy on the floor, the expensive boards creak under his weight.
Kisha stepped into one of the other rooms and emerged a few minutes later with a riding crop. She walked quietly up behind the muttering Jason and rearing back she brought the riding crop hard down on his ass.
He screamed and jumped, clutching his burning ass after the crop struck with a loud crack. Turning, his eyes blazing, he roared. “What the hell was that for?!?”
“You forgot to say, ‘yes mistress.’ I told you three times was the limit,” She said evenly as she stared him in the eyes.
He glared dagger at her. “Ever heard of simply verbally reminding me?” Once more he ‘forgot’ to say Mistress, a slight hint of smirk at the corners of his mouth.
“Some men,” she said softly and then with a lightning fast move, hit him with the riding crop again, this time getting his leg.
“You will say “yes mistress,” or “no mistress” when answering me. Do you understand, Jason?”
He cried out again and clutched his thigh. “Dammit!” Glaring he muttered. “…yes mistress.” If she looked down a bit she would see his pants had begun to tent.
Kisha could feel his lust starting to rise. She knew he would be one who liked pain as much as the pleasure. She took the crop and used it to push his chin up. “You will look at me when you say ‘yes mistress’ or ‘no mistress’ that way I know you truly understand.”
He looked into her eyes, his own dancing with arousal, his voice soft, almost quivering. “Yes Mistress.”
“Now, be a good boy and finish this new job and you will be able to rest and get a reward.”
He bit his bottom lip and let his eyes flick down Kisha’ breasts a split second before replying. “Yes mistress.”
“This will be your only warning but you may not look at my body without asking permission first. Failure to remember this warning will result in more hits from my riding crop.”
His eyes widened a fraction, arousal flaring in them as he subconsciously licked his lips and nodded. “Yes mistress.”
“Now, finish the job and I’ll be back.”
He bit his lip and nodded. “Yes mistress.” Turning to the walls, he began to strip the ruined paper off.
She went downstairs to her room, set her alarm for two hours and took a nap.
Jason worked as fast as his heavy body would allow, having almost three quarters of the work down, sweating heavily and panting like a greyhound after a race.
The alarm brought her up out of sleep and stretching she got up. She changed out of her outfit into a slinky lingerie piece.
He was taking a moment’s rest on a trestle when Kisha neared the corner, his face red and covered in sweat like he’d just taken a shower, sounding like he was having some difficulty breathing after all the work.
“You will be able to do this without having such difficulty in breathing. My personal trainer is coming today to recommend a regiment for you. That along with the diet should help you.”
He leaned back against the wall behind the trestle he was sitting on. “Trainer? Combined with a diet?” He closed his eyes and got a pained look on his face. “Next thing I know you’ll be telling me I can’t masturbate anymore.”
“Now that you mention it, yes. You cannot masturbate without permission by me. You will learn control even if it kills you.”
He blinked, his face looking like someone had just smacked him with a lead pipe and put on a slightly serious tone. “I hope to the gods that you don’t want me to start reading the bible.”
“Nope, bible has nothing to do with the way I play,” She assured him.
He smirked. “Good because I was good and ready to tell you where to plant your bible.” He slowly stood and began papering the last of the wallpaper on.
She smiled and then swatted him with the riding crop, this time across his meaty arm.
“I was good and ready to tell you where to plant your bible, Mistress,” Kisha corrected.
He winced but didn’t shout out this time. “Sorry…mistress. I tend to forget titles on certain subjects that animate me.”
“You will learn to remember or be punished. Your choice. Now come on, it’s time to take a shower.”
He raised an eyebrow and motioned to the wallpaper. “Don’t you want this finished.” He caught her look as she glared at him over her shoulder and quickly spoke “Mistress?”
“You can work on it tomorrow. All work and no play makes man a dull boy.”
At the last comment made by her, a grin spread across his face. “Mmm indeed it does Mistress.” Finally, things were starting to look up.
“Come,” she said again and headed downstairs.
He quickly followed, huffing and puffing as he made his way quickly down the stairs behind her.
Kisha unlocked the door and walked in, turning on the lights. The room was done in various shades of blue and the bed held silk sheets
Jason stepped inside and raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said it was time for a shower?”
She smiled and continued walking through the room toward a side door.
He quietly followed, his eyes taking in the entire room. The room was quite different and a higher class than what he was normally used to.
She opened the side door to reveal a large room that held a large Jacuzzi and an antique giant porcelain bathtub. On the wall were various Chinese art paintings and two sets of towels that matched the red, black and gold theme of the bathroom.
He was taken aback when he saw the room for the first time, softly he whispered. “Wow…now this must’ve taken some major Benjamin’s.”
“You will learn, Jason, that not everything is as it seems,” she said simply. “Now, turn on the hot and cold and run the water in the tub. Drop two of those bath tablets in. I’ll be right back.”
He looked at the tub and nodded a bit. “Uhh, what temperature, Mistress?” He had already walked over and begun to run the hot water, tossing a couple of bath tablets in too.
“Not too hot or cold but somewhere in the middle.”
He nodded and turned the taps on full blast as the tub filled, easing the cold off at the half way mark, testing the water occasionally with his elbow.
Kisha re-entered room in her birthday suit and a smile.
Jason looked up as she entered, not expecting her amazing body to be before him in its full naked glory. And boy, was it an amazing body indeed. He immediately felt his thick member begin to harden as he couldn’t resist taking in Kisha’s beauty.
“Is my water ready?” she asked as she stopped in front of him.
He could only nod dumbly as he continued to ogle her black body, her skin glistening in the light.
She leaned forward and gave him a none too gentle slap to the face. “You didn’t answer me and you’re staring without permission.”
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