Maybe I?ll bring in some ?Chinese? so I won?t have to cook. It?ll give me more play time. Gotta go get ?er. What?ll I wear? French maid costume, h...els, half mask.?Girl! Up! Breakfast!? Her collar chain allows her access to the toilet facilities. She?s chained so she has to squirm to do bathroom stuff, wiping and all that. I?ll fix that sometime, give her a little slack. I left the gag and blindfold off -- not to be nice, I wanted her to gaze about her room to enjoy the ?pleasures?. ” “Yes master. I am cooking bacon and eggs. Would master like any other item?.” I was slightly annoyed by her inability to make even the smallest of decisions. Even for the tiniest details like items of breakfast or how strong the coffee should be, she will enquire your decision. I was aware that it was a side effect of how the corporations manipulated their genes. I nodded my head no and took a seat on the counter stool.She served me bacon and eggs along with orange juice within a few minutes.. "Be still honey. Almost there," said Bonnie, sliding the blade acrossthe bridge of his nose as he winced. "You really needed to be evened outbadly. It's like you let a shaggy boys cut just go wild."He could feel the long strands slide down his face as she brushed all ofhis hair straight back and then moved her palm, allowing his eyes toopen. She blew some air upwards towards his cheek, whisking away somelittle stray hairs that were itching him. She took her hair dryer,blowing away all the stray. Two huge candelabras with a dozen candles each softly lit a small part of the room. A grand piano sat in the center between the two candelabras. One chair sat in the center of the room, just inside the candlelit area.He turned and closed the door, and locked it and strode confidently to the chair. He picked the program up off the seat and sat down, placing the single rose in his lap.He opened the program and read, smiling."A Private Recital by Stephanie Davis.1. Moonlight Sonata -- Beethoven2..