Jean s Past
Jean's Past I'm kneeling at the door hands clasped behind my back, eyescast down just the way Master expects me to be when he gets home. As soon as Master walks in the door, I could tell that somethingwas on his mind. Normally when Master comes home he greets me tenderly, buttoday he just impatiently ordered, ?Follow.? Starting to get worried, I followwith a shaky ?Yes Master.? I follow him into our bedroom where he has me kneel at thefoot of the bed. With me kneeling obediently, he walks...