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    “Can’t let all that lube I had to use go to waste,” he said, crossing back to stand behind her. He pressed the silver toy against her hole. It gave a little easier this time, but she still tensed and whimpered until he had the plug firmly seated inside her. “If we need to lube you up just to take my cock, you could probably benefit from some more training.” Her head was bowed, her legs trembling, perhaps from enduring the invasion in her backside. “The correct answer is, ‘Yes, Master, thank you for training my asshole.’”
    “Yes, Master. Thank you for training my asshole,” Molly repeated.
    “Okay,” he said, pulling her up off the bed. “Time for breakfast. I’m starved.”
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    Mephisto took her to the kitchen and sat her on the floor beside his chair while he cooked breakfast. Simple stuff, but he liked a hot breakfast. Egg white omelets, pancakes, toast. She sat in silence and watched him. Perhaps she felt a little ashamed at her nakedness. Or her uselessness. Clayton had told him she couldn’t cook, couldn’t even boil water. If she was his slave, Mephisto would have taught her to make the things he liked most, but she wasn’t his slave and she was only going to be with him a week.
    Once he finished cooking, he sat and ate, occasionally handing down tidbits from his fingers and sips of juice. She waited patiently. No begging eyes, which was kind of unfortunate because that would have entertained him. Afterward, feeling slightly piqued, he set her to washing all the dishes and pans by hand. She didn’t even have a clue how to do that correctly, but she tried. Useless for anything but sex.
    “Not much of a housekeeper, are you?” he asked.
    The dish she was holding fell into the sink with a clatter. “I’m sorry, Master.”
    “What do you actually do for him?”
    She turned to him, her face held carefully blank. “My Master keeps a housekeeper and chef for tasks like these. I am mainly to serve as...to serve for—”
    “For his pleasure. Pleasure slave,” Mephisto provided. “You have the looks to pull it off. I suppose he doesn’t like you ruining those expensive French manicures he pays for.”
    She looked down at her nails, then started back to the dishes. “Yes, Master.”
    “What do you do all day? He sends you out shopping?”
    “I...I am mostly unclothed in his service. But he buys me some things according to his pleasure. For when we go out.”
    “How often does he take you out?”
    “When it pleases him.”
    Mephisto rolled his eyes. “
‘For his pleasure.’
‘When it pleases him.’
You know the lines well. Now answer my question. How often does he take you out?”
    Molly paused to think, carefully drying a plate and placing it on the counter. “At certain times, like at the holidays, we attend more parties and events than other times. But I would say on average he takes me out three to four times a month. Perhaps four or five times a year, I help entertain guests in our home.”
    “Vanilla guests?”
    “Yes, Master. Work parties and dinners.”
    “I bet you’re amazing at that sort of thing. Hostessing.”
    “I try to pleas—”
    “Please your Master. Yes. Thanks for the recap. Besides pleasing him, what do you do with your time?”
    Come on, Molly. Tell me something real. Something about you, not Master’s pleasure.
“I... Well, I read,” she finally said.
    Thank God.
“What do you read?”
    “Erotica. Current events. History books.” She shrugged. “Whatever Master feels will improve me.”
    “Do you watch television? Go online?”
    “No. Not without his supervision.”
    “What else do you do, besides read?”
    “I exercise. Master has a gym and a pool. Sometimes I help Mrs. Jernigan with housework. But I’m not allowed in the kitchen.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t know. My Master’s rules. He controls what I eat.”
    Interesting. And deviant. “Controlling can be fun. And you enjoy this control?”