:: I'm ready. {"position":"430,430"} <><><><>[[You]] walk over to the passenger side of the car, but [[Rachel]] just walks over to the driver's side and stands there. You're about to get in when you realize that she probably wants you to open the door for her. You hurry over to open her door and she nods approvingly as she gets in. When she's in, you close the door and then get in the passenger side of the vehicle. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Rachel asks. You shake your head. "Good," she says. "My parents are out of town and you're going to cook for me." "I don't know how to cook," you say. "Time you learned then," she says. "I have a recipe. You just have to follow it." After about five minutes drive, she pulls into the garage of a beautiful looking home in a quite attractive neighborhood. She waits while you walk around to open the door for her and then she steps out. She strides up to the front door and unlocks it. As soon as you walk in the door into the impressive entryway, she says, "Strip." You hesitate. "What?" "You heard me. Strip. Take off your clothes. There's an apron in the kitchen. That's all I want you wearing while you're cooking," she says. Not waiting for you to respond, she sits down on the couch and pulls off her boots. You fumble to take your clothes off and see that Rachel is disrobing as well. When she removes her skirt, you notice she isn't wearing any panties. When you're completely naked, she walks over to you in just her bra. You are taken again with how stunning her body is. Your own nakedness makes you feel very vulnerable, but even nearly naked, Rachel is still imposing, an earthbound goddess radiating command. She looks down at your crotch and grins evilly. "Like what you see, little <>slut<>sissy<>? <>I could smell your wet little cunt from the couch.<>That tiny penis of yours is about as hard as it gets, isn't it?<>" You blush, realizing that she's right. Your nipples are so hard, they ache. "<>Glad to see you waxed, by the way. <><><>I thought I told you I wanted you shaved. Don't disobey me again. <><><>You really need to get waxed, by the way. <>All right. I know it'll be hard, but don't touch yourself while you're cooking. I'm going to go work out in the basement. Come and join me when you've put it in the oven. The kitchen is over that way. You'll find an apron hanging on the hook and a note on the refrigerator with the recipe." She points you to the kitchen and you start to walk over to it. As you turn away from her, Rachel delivers a sharp, stinging slap to your backside which makes you jump in surprise. You walk into the kitchen which has gorgeous wood paneling and lots of counter space. You find the apron and put it on. You walk over to the refrigerator and read the note. "Rachel, here's the recipe for baked ziti, along with instructions on where to find the ingredients. It's Jennifer's day off, so you'll need to get one of your friends from school to do it for you. Love, Mom." Huh. Apparently, it's not unusual for Rachel to have her "friends" serve her. You sigh and get to work on preparing the baked ziti, following the recipe carefully. You're very unused to this sort of thing so it takes you about half an hour. Surprisingly, your arousal never really fades. In fact, it seems to increase. The idea of acting as Rachel's servant has you on edge the whole time and you have to really concentrate to keep yourself from fantasizing. You also are becoming ravenously hungry as you fix the food. When you're done, you put it into the oven. You take off the apron and hang it back on the hook. [[Go down to the basement.]]