21 year old Zayda J. is back at The Attic for her second visit. She starts the day off cooking me a hearty breakfast. A breakfast that will meet my nourishment needs for torturing her later. Before she gets started she has her elbows brought close together behind her back and tied off. She also has a one foot chain between her ankles. Oh, and she's wearing the most beautiful red pumps you can imagine with a six inch heel. Also, she has on a sleek, form fitting black dress that stops well above the knee. Trust me - she is goddamn fucking gorgeous. She hasn't ever been in the kitchen before so she doesn't know where anything is. I let her know what I want made and send her on her way. Hobbled as she is, it is great fun watching her locate and retrieve what's needed. She's just so delicious in her state. Trying to get things done that would otherwise take two seconds. Does she leave all the cupboard doors open at home? At one point she dropped something on the floor and it required a good two minutes for her to actually get it picked up and put back. She was quite insolent as well. So, after she went through this big deal to get a bowl off of a high shelf, once she retrieved it and had it on the counter with self serving pleasure - I asked her to put it back. So it was great fun watching her put the bowl back. At one point, she flipped the sausage over in the pan and blurted out "Oh wow, this is pretty easy". Well duh, frying up sausage is pretty easy. But then just a minute later she's asking why the sausage isn't cooking in the middle. Obviously she doesn't cook very much in her personal life. But then, she doesn't need to. She just needs be stunningly beautiful and tied up. She was so mouthy that I had to strap in a bit gag. And I must say, she looked so much better afterward. When she scrambled the eggs it was clear she doesn't cook much. That was the worst fucking job I've ever seen. The only thing that made up for it was how sensational she looked doing it. When she finally set the plate of miss-cooked food in front of me she tried to feed me the whole sausage right away. Silly girl. And then she tried to feed it to me all in quick succession. So I had to make her slow down, cut it up smaller, get me a napkin, salt my eggs, take your time. She was quite the little piece of trouble. Whiny even. Yes, as time moved on she got more and more whiny. In fact, she just started to beg.
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