A restroom was accessible from the bedroom, and Lisa, rubbing her sore bottom, walked into the lavratory. A tiny smile crept upon her face as she noticed several types of make-up placed on the sinktop. "Master Jeremy thinks of everything," she quietly told herself.

Lisa peered into the huge wall mirror and shook her head, trying to let her mused hair fall down her slender shoulders and back. The nude blonde was successful. Her next step was to begin applying the mascara, so she would like nice for her Master.

Nearly 10 minutes later, Lisa walked out of the bedroom, with the clothing she had worn to the estate in hand. The collar was still around her neck -- obviously -- and the handcuffs were still attached to her wrists. She was wearing the pair of high-heeled shoes which Jeremy had instructed her to put on.

Looking around but seeing not a soul in sight, the vixen started walking toward the staircase which led downstairs. She figured that Jeremy was awaiting her presence in the main room.

As Lisa made her way to the laundry room, she told herself that a punishment from Jeremy would never be neccessary again. A painful reminder was her simmering bottom, which still had strap marks on it. She promised herself that she was going to be a good girl from now on, and that he would never have to bring the whip out again to use on her. At least, that was what she HOPED.

Minutes later, Lisa strode into the main room and found Jeremy seated on the large sofa, reading the daily newspaper. She immediately went to his side and dropped to her knees, then bowed her head in submission.

Slowly, Jeremy tore his attention away from the paper and to his willing submissive. He held out a hand and cupped her chin, then pulled upward until their eyes were in line. "You did a nice job with the make-up," he told her. "Did you like the accessories I had for you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied. "I loved them. Some of those items are too expensive for me to purchase."

He laughed at her comment. "Too expensive? Well then, you can keep the make-up, 'cause I sure don't need it!" His words brought a small giggle from Lisa. "Did you take your clothes down to the laundry room?"

"Of course, Master," she returned. "Would you like me to go down later on and toss my clothes into the drying machine?"

"That won't be neccessary," he replied. "I'll take care of it."

"Thank you, Master," was her soft response. "May I ask a question?"

He nodded his head. "Go ahead."

"Do you have any lotion? Any type of hand lotion, or body lotion? I ask because my ass still hurts from the whipping you gave me."

Jeremy laughed again. "It still hurts? Well, maybe it's SUPPOSED to hurt." He paused and watched her reaction, which was not very positive. "Lisa, I'll get you some body lotion a little bit later." Her attitude seemed to improve once he said that. "Now, it's time for you to make dinner. What do you like to eat?"

"Anything you like to eat, Master," was her reply.

Jeremy smiled and shook his head. "No, Lisa. What do YOU like to eat? There is some chicken ready to be made, as well as some steak and even some hamburgers. I personally don't care which you fix, so I'll leave the decision up to you."

Lisa thought it over for a few seconds. "Chicken, Master. I want to have some chicken tonight."

"Good enough," he told her. "There is also some potatoes and corn to be found in the kitchen. Fix up some corn and mash some potatoes too."

Lisa reached out and traced his forearm with a fingertip. "I have a favor to ask first, Master."

"And that would be?" he asked in a deep tone.

"May I suck on your cock?" she pleaded. "It's something that I have been looking forward to all week long."

Jeremy leaned toward his submissive and looked directly into her brown eyes. "Have you done anything yet to deserve sucking my cock? I don't think so. Perhaps if you fix me a nice dinner, and behave for the remainder of the evening -- then I MAY let you give me a blowjob."

"Yes, Master," she said. "I promise to behave. I'll fix you the best chicken dinner which you have ever had." She slowly stood up, waiting to see if he objected to her moving. He didn't, and then Lisa turned and started walking toward the kitchen.

Jeremy smiled, watching her stroll away. One thing that he really loved was watching a red bottom in motion.

A short time later, Lisa had finished preparing the meal and had just set the dining room table. Jeremy was already in his chair, and he began munching on the food immediately. Lisa took her place across the table and watched him as he ate.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, peering up at her.

"I just wanted to know if you like the meal, Master," she said.

He took another bite and said, "Love it. You're a great cook, Lisa."

Lisa smiled, happy to hear a compliment from him. She continued to watch him for several seconds before digging into the meal herself.

Later, collar and handcuffs still in place, Lisa stood at the kitchen sink, drying off the remaining dishes which she had just washed. After she finished the final glass and put it away, the young lady exited the kitchen and went back to the main room. Her Master was on the sofa yet again, but this time reading a magazine instead of the newspaper.

The blonde dropped down to the so-called 'submissive position' -- on her knees with her head bowed. "Master, I finished the dishes. I am ready for your next command."

Jeremy put the magazine down and stared at her. "Look up at me," he said, which she did. "Good girl. Now let's have a little talk. I want to know what you have been doing since we last saw each other. Anything new happen in your life?"

She thought things over for a few seconds. "Umm, I got a raise at work -- a whole 25 cents per hour." Her words brought a small laugh from Jeremy. "I guess, Master, 25 cents per hour doesn't mean a whole lot to you. But it means something to me -- a little, at least."

"I wasn't laughing at your raise," he told her, still smiling. "I was laughing at the way you said it. Besides, even though I have all the money I'll ever need, I still know what the value of a dollar is. Believe it or not, when I was your age, I used to work just like you do, most likely for a lesser salary."

"You make it sound like that was such a long time ago," Lisa grinned. "You're only five years older than I am."

"Five years is a long time," he said. "Five years ago, you were an immature freshman in high school. Now, you're all grown up, and even a submissive for someone like me."

"I LOVE being your submissive!" she exclaimed, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Jeremy gently pushed her hands away and she placed them back down at her sides. "Tell me, Lisa. Have you gone out with anyone lately? Been on a date with someone from college?"

"A date?" She paused and emphatically said, "NO, MASTER! I don't want to go on any dates! I don't want no one but you in my life."

Jeremy smiled and patted her shoulder with his hand. "Baby, I told you it was okay if you decided to go out with one of your friends. I'm sure a lot of guys are chomping at the bits to go out with you."

"I don't want them!" she exclaimed. "I want no man except you! You are the only person I dream about -- all day and all night long."

Jeremy shook his head and chuckled. "If that's what you want, Lisa. However if you change your mind, I won't be mad at you." He decided to change the subject. "How are your grades in college? Keeping up with your schoolwork, or are you thinking about being dominated too much?"

"My grades are the same, Master," she replied. "They're not very good but they're not very bad, either. Kind of in the middle."

"How is your family? Your parents, brother, sister?"

"They're all good," came her response. "Tom just asked a girl out for the first time a few days back, and she said yes. So now, he officially has his first girlfriend."

"That's nice," Jeremy said. "I remember asking out a girl for the first time. Unfortunately, she said yes, but then she didn't show up for the date. I was depressed for a week."

"Was the girl stupid, Master?" Lisa asked in a serious tone. "How could anyone show YOU up on a date?"

Jeremy laughed and patted her on the head. "Ahh, you're a sweet girl, Lisa. I like your attitude and personality, and some of the things you say at different times. I'm glad you're in my life." He paused and then stood up, "Come on, sweetheart." He took hold of her hand and helped her up. "I have a special present for you."

"A present?" Lisa said, not expecting one.

"Yes, a present," Jeremy returned, as he started toward the main hallway, hand-in-hand with his submissive.