Page 43 of Role Play
4) Sweet girl is to eat three rounded meals a day—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—with plenty of vegetables and protein to keep her healthy andstrong.
“Oh, hell no,” I said aloud. He’s dictating what I can eat? A shiver rocked through my body despite the steamy water, which was admittedly cooling by the minute. I could maybe get on board with maintaining physical contact while in public. And the eye contact thing was weird, but I’d be willing to try it. But telling me what I can eat? How often I needed to eat? No. Just… no. I’d been loomed over about my diet and exercise most of my childhood and that wasenough.
“Luce? Are you home?” Andrea called out and I heard the front door slam behindher.
“Yeah!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls in thebathroom.
From outside the closed door, I heard Andrea’s footsteps padding down thehallway.
“Marco!” She sang out,playfully.
“Polo!” I shouted back. “But I’m in the bathtub, so don’t—” The knob turned and Andrea came bursting in. “—come in,” I finished saying with asigh.
I should be used to this; Andrea had a completely different definition of personal space than I did and my best friend had been barging in on me in the bathroom since we were kids. Even when we were seven and having sleepovers, Andrea would come in while I was brushing my teeth because she had to pee. “Do youeverjust give someone privacy?” I asked, shaking myhead.
Andrea scrunched her nose and sat down on the closed toilet. “Oh, please. Don’t act all shy around me. I’ve held your hair while you puked after drinking too many PinaColadas.”
My stomach turned. “Oh, God, don’t remind me. That is the night we shall not speakof.”
Andrea grinned. “Your personalVoldemort.”
Nevereveragain will I drink those cheap, sugary mixers from the gasstation.
“What’s this?” Andreaasked.
“No, don’t!” I cried. But it was too late. Andrea leaned forward, snapping the papers out of my hands. Her pale, blue eyes widened as they scanned the page and one blonde eyebrowarched.
“Well, well, well…” she said. “Look atyou.”
“It’s not what you think,” I saidquickly.
“I think it looks like you’re becoming Ash Livingston’ssubmissive.”
“Okay… it’s exactly what you think.” I groaned, and slid beneath the water, taking the moment to rinse my hair of the conditioning mask. From below the soapy bath water, I could hear Andrea talking, even if it was a littlemuffled.
“Oh, you don’t have enough breath control in the world to get out of talking aboutthis!”
She was right. And really… who better to talk this out with than Andrea? Not only my best friend, but an employee of LnS who had seen a lot of shit in her timethere.
I came up from under the water, wiping droplets from my eyes. “Okay,fine.”
“Damn.” Andrea flipped her gold hair over her shoulder and stretched out the word to be several syllables wrong. “You’ve readthis?”
I inwardly groaned. “I didn’t finishit.”
“Sweet girl understands Sir’s reliance on safewords obligates her to use them and she promises to do so. She will use ‘yellow’ as a warning to slow down, ease up, or change direction while continuing the session and ‘red’ to immediately end a scene. She may switch these out for her own personalsafewords.”
“Oh yeah… thisscenething?” I repeated. “It’s like he’s directing his sex life like amovie.”
Andrea snickered. “Oh, wait,” she said, holding up her finger. “It gets better. Number six, Sweet girl must be bathed, washed and waxed before any encounter with Sir.” She paused, looking me up and down in the bathtub. “You sure you didn’t read thisalready?”
“No,” I snapped. “And even though I’m bathed, I amdefinitelynotwaxed.”
Andrea leaned over, opening the sink cabinet and opened a new set of razors, tossing one in the soapy water. “Here. It’s not as smooth as a wax job, but it’ll be good fortonight.”
“Um… thanks,” I muttered.Iguess.
“Sweet girl will get at least eight hours of sleep nightly so to be well rested for encounters withSir.”
