My Master Is A Fictional Character
I'm afraid that the more I say the word *master* the more I get used to it.
"Yes, this is another gift for your slave." He stretched a gift wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. I walked over to where he was, and took the gift from him.
I grimaced staring at the box, merely looking at the colour of the wrapping paper, I could tell this gift isn't something I would appreciate.
"Well... Open it." He becokned on me with his hand.
I sighed then unwrapped the gift, a book was actually in it. I read the title of the book, *50 ways, a slave could serve her master* what in the world is this.