<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Loader’s apartment<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>Amazingly she felt his member responding as she cleaned it. What a difference a young master was! Jani had a momentary vision that her time with her new master would be entirely spent on her knees or her back, to the point that she wouldn’t even have the strength to stand.<br/><br/>She pushed the vision from her mind when her Master confirmed he was satisfied with her cleaning job, and gave her her first standing order. “Yes, Master,” she said, obediently, and she immediately got to her feet, and stepped out of her pumps, and pulled her skirt down – wiggling her hips to get it down – and pushed both her shoes and skirt aside with one foot – tossing her glasses onto the pile – so that she was standing before him in only her garter belt and stockings, as instructed. “I will make sure my body is always pleasing for Master to look at.”<br/><br/>Then he commanded her to dress him. “Yes, Master,” she said, bowing, and she got to her knees before him, and gently tucked his cock back into his underwear, making sure it was seated as it had been before she first took it out. After she fixed his underwear, she fixed his shirt tails, making sure they would be properly tucked in, then she fixed his pants and belt. Naturally, she didn’t stop there. She was a top-quality slave, and a top-quality slave didn’t merely throw her master’s clothes on his body and button them up. No, she delicately and carefully – but very, very quickly – fussed with the pleating of his shirt where it tucked it, she smoothed out his pant legs with her hands, and when she got to her feet, she also fussed with his shirt to make sure the collar was straight and there were wrinkles or odd creases. By the time she was done, even wearing the same clothes he had worn when he bought her, her Master would look cleaner, more sophisticated, and more suave.<br/><br/>While she worked, Jani responded to her Master’s comments. “Yes, Master,” she said, “Primarily I have been specially trained as a business model, meant to serve executives or managers in a business setting. I would attend to my master’s business meetings, serving him and his guests tea, coffee or food. I would manage his filing and data storage to rapidly provide him with any information he needed the moment he needed it. I would manage his agenda and his bookings, and make sure he was never late, and always arrived prepared with whatever he needed. I would research the other parties he was negotiating with and counsel him on the best way to negotiate with them. I would observe those he was dealing with – their body language and actions, even reading their lips when possible – to give my master inside information to make his deals more effective.”<br/><br/>“I was also trained to manage a staff of slaves, Master,” she continued, getting to the question that was worrying her. “To make sure that all of my master’s slaves were being used to the utmost efficiency, and that any problems were taken care of before they reached his attention. I would do the budget and shopping for my master’s home, to minimize the household expenses while providing my master with anything he desired. I would direct the other slaves to make sure all the cooking, the cleaning, and so on was done, so that my master did not have to worry about such trivial details. By the way, Master, where are your other slaves?”