The weather in the UK over the last few days, you’ll be surprised to hear, has been wet and windy. Mistress K and I had plans to get some work done in the garden at our new house, which became less and less appealing as we looked out of the window to see rain battering down on the paving stones below. Instead of spending time in the swirling rain and lower temperature Mistress K decided that it was a good idea to write up a list of tasks for me to work through. With each completed task I would earn a point and at the end of the weekend I could cash those points in for a reward...of Her choosing.
After 5 days locked in chastity this was a great opportunity to earn a release and possibly an orgasm if the tasks that she set were completed to her satisfaction. Despite our inability to get outdoors and do some overdue manual labor I was looking forward to seeing the list I would need to work through to earn a reward.
While Mistress K drew up the tasks list I loaded the washing machine and emptied the hoover anticipating both of these jobs would be on the list. I also expected a number of other domestic duties like doing the dish washing, emptying the bins, cleaning the bathroom, etc. Once the list was presented to me after half an hour of patiently waiting the look of surprise clearly visible on my face amused my dominant.
“Not what you were expecting?” Mistress K said before smiling.
The list included the following tasks:
Tasks
- Wash and dry the main bedroom bedding. Make the bed.
- Wash and dry the dishes. Put them away once it’s done.
- Wash and shine my latex corset, black pencil skirt and black zip latex gloves.
- Go to the supermarket and buy dinner for this evening and lunch for tomorrow.
- Run 5km today and tomorrow.
- Shower after each run and give Me a full body wash both days.
- Douche your arsehole 3 times and make sure you’re completely clean on day 2.
- Bring me My 6 inch black patent leather shoes and clean them with your tongue.
- Repeat the process for my 6 inch knee high boots with Me wearing them.
- Take 15 minutes of cock and ball torture. The cage to My cock will be removed for this, but will be immediately locked back on once this task is completed.
- Locked in the deep throat training rig for 15 minutes.
- Drink at least 2 litres of water each day.
- You’ll give me 3 orgasms per day.
- Wash the windows.
- Give me a 30 minute full body massage.
- 30 minutes of edging fully restrained to the spanking bench.
- Paint my finger and toe nails.
A list of rules accompanied the tasks list at the bottom of the page. They read as follows:
Rules
- You will wear your black leather collar for the duration of the weekend.
- You will remain caged for the duration of the weekend unless I decide otherwise or a task requires it to be removed.
- While in the house you will be naked except for the collar and cage. If you leave the house your collar must be visible at all times.
- After you complete each task you will come and see me so that I can verify it and tick it off the list.
- You can complete the tasks in any order you wish.
- Each completed task will earn you 1 point. At the end of day 2 I’ll add up the points you accrue and you’ll be rewarded based on the total. Your reward will be My choice, not yours.
Some of the tasks were routine, while others threw me completely off guard. Mistress K and I had a discussion a few weeks ago regarding my fitness and a need to get back to exercising more regularly now that the majority of the major work has been finished at the new house. Over the last few years I’ve taken on a strict exercise routine over the summer months in order to get fitter and with the endless list of jobs to do in the house I’ve put off getting started. Having the incentive to be allowed to orgasm was just the thing I needed.
The start time was 9:15am. Heavy rain pummeled the windows with increasing intensity and the weather report showed no sign of it letting up for a few hours at least. I reviewed the list a few times and tried to order them in a way that would make completing the full list achievable. This meant leaving any tasks that required me to leave the house till later in the day.
Before I could make a start the rules needed to be followed. Mistress K locked her favourite leather collar around my neck and stripped me naked. I was now ready to crack on and get the easier jobs done so that the more enjoyable tasks could wait for day 2.
With the washing machine already running I stripped the bed sheets and put them in a basket next to the washer. As I cleaned and dried the dishes I drank a litre of water and prepared the latex outfits Mistress had instructed me to clean. In less than an hour those tasks were finished. Each time I finished a job I visited Mistress K in her office and had them ticked off.
With the rain still lashing down outside I washed the windows inside carefully making sure that our neighbours didn’t see me naked. Each time I thought someone was outside I quickly ducked behind the curtains and waited. This took a little longer than expected due to the interruptions, but in just under 45 minutes the windows were cleaned. Again I returned to Mistress K and she verified the work.
“Well done slave. You’re doing very well. What’s next?”
“I’d like to give you a full body massage if that’s acceptable to you, Mistress.”
Without a word she led me to our long black leather lounge sofa, closed the floor length grey curtains and stripped naked. She stood before me in the spacious room, a comfortable space with soft grey carpet on the floor and navy blue paint on the walls.
“You have permission to look at me and touch me for this task. Go and get the oils from our bedroom and kneel at my feet. Once I’m laid on my front you may start, beginning at my neck and working your way down to my feet. Go.”
Taking two stairs at a time I bound upstairs, grabbed the massage oils from our bedroom and flew back downstairs. Mistress K lay on her front, her naked body teasing the caged cock between my legs.
“Get to work, slave. Don’t miss a single millimeter of my body.”
With Mistress flat out on the sofa I squirted some of the cold oil into my hands, rubbed them together to warm the oil and knelt on the floor next to her. Working my finger tips slowly around her neck and shoulders elicited some quiet moans of pleasure before my palms kneaded her back like a ball of freshly prepared dough. Pressing more deeply seemed to relax the beautiful goddess below me, the warm oils gliding effortlessly across her natural curves. As my hands worked their way further down Mistress’s back her legs parted slightly allowing me to slide them between her pert buttocks. I accidentally brushed her vagina with the edge of my finger. It was soaking wet, a sign of encouragement that spurred me on.
“My feet need plenty of attention, slave. Get to it.”
With a quick squeeze of the massage oil bottle my soft hands were again lubricated and ready to move down from the top of her legs to Mistress’s outstretched feet. I rubbed the oil gently down her inner thighs and calves, her tight muscles glistening under the white light bulb illuminating the room. Carefully, I began delicately rubbing her feet one at a time making sure that I didn’t tickle them. My fingers slid tenderly between her toes and Mistress turned over onto her back then lifted her feet towards my face.
“Kiss them,” she demanded. I did as I was told. Willingly, my supple lips kissed her pretty feet making sure that I maintained eye contact with Mistress throughout. She seemed very pleased with this and nodded appreciatively as I worked my way around her heel.
“Good boy. You only have 5 minutes left. My breasts need to be gently caressed. Come up here and put those fingers to good use.”
A final squirt of oil coated my hands and gliding them up the inside of Mistress’s thighs toward her stomach sent a jolt of excitement through both of us. The cock cage between my legs dangled precisely over her wet vagina as I smoothed the oil across her stomach and onto her ample tits. The warmth of her skin and the vocal reactions she made as I lovingly fondled each breast filled me with even more enthusiasm. A red flush across her skin spread like wildfire across her chest and up to her neck. A very happy and relaxed goddess smiled at me.
“Time’s up. You have more tasks to do. I’m going to lie down here for a little while unless you require me to complete your next task.”
“No Mistress. Please relax. I have some other tasks that need to be completed without you,” I responded.
Without any hesitation I rose to my feet making sure that the chastity cage didn’t catch Mistress on my way up interrupting her relaxed state. What was next? I couldn’t remember which task I wanted to cross off the list next, so I ran back up the stairs and found it in the middle of Mistress K’s desk.
Orgasms! Mistress K wants orgasms! A quick read of the list reminded me what was left to do. With a mini list of jobs in mind I raced back down the stairs, grabbed the magic wand from our vibrators and dildos draw in the bedroom and dropped it in the lounge next to the sofa.
“Mistress, may I give you orgasms please?” I requested.
“Yes, slave. I see you’ve come prepared. Plug it in and make me cum.”
“Yes Mistress. I just need to do one thing before I start,” I said before racing out of the room and into the kitchen to remove the wet washing from the machine and replace it with our bedding. With the washing machine now programmed and beginning to cycle I rushed back to the lounge to find Mistress K perched on the edge of the sofa with her legs parted, the magic wand already plugged in and in her hands.
“What?” she playfully questioned when she saw the amused look on my face. “After waiting for you to come back I got impatient and got the ball rolling for you. You should be grateful,” she said before flicking the switch on the vibrator and placing the head against her clitorous. Sinking to my knees before her was my subtle signal for her to relinquish control over the vibrating wand, which she did as I placed my hand around the long device. It continued to pulsate rapidly and her first orgasm came once she’d relaxed back on the sofa, closed her eyes and fondled the key hanging from the chain around her neck. Her body shook uncontrollably, starting with her legs and quickly catapulting it’s way up to her shoulders as they quivered like a new born baby calf trying to stand for the first time. Large red flushed patches appeared on her chest, a sign that the magic wand was doing what my locked cock couldn’t; give my Mistress the pleasure that she deserved.
“Turn it up a little,” she said clearly expecting the second orgasm to come quickly after the first. Again I gently placed the edge of the wand head against her now engorged clitorous, carefully lifting her clitoral hood with the fingers on my spare hand. The impact was immediate with the curvaceous domina writhing and grasping the leather covering the sofa in her hands, tugging at it in an attempt to keep her idle hands busy. Her eyes opened wide and she looked down at me beneath her. We maintained eye contact throughout her second orgasm, another shuddering success that I could take no credit for, my helpless cock aching inside the chastity cage housing my useless penis, desperately wanting to please her.
“Bonus points if you manage to make me cum for a third time in a row. Only this time you’re only allowed to use your tongue. No fingers or toys.”
Knowing that the wand would have numbed her clit at this point, it was going to be a tough task to complete. With momentum on my side I placed the now disabled magic wand next to Mistress K on the sofa, put my hands either side of her inner thighs and dipped my head towards her, licking my lips and gathering as much moisture as I could on my eager tongue.
Starting with a slow circular motion I flicked the tip of my tongue around her aroused clit, a well choreographed dance that I’d practiced and performed many times before. Knowing exactly how she likes it helped immensely in this moment and the prior practice built my tongue muscles up to endure the longer time it would take to fulfil her wishes of a third straight orgasm. Maintaining a steady rhythm was key. Preventing myself from stopping to gasp for air or relax my tongue for even a second would have put me back to square one. This needed to be perfect.
I continued to swirl my tongue dutifully, her sweet taste driving me wild and the cock in its cage struggling to be contained. She leaned forwards on the sofa and gripped my hair with her right hand forcing me closer to her pussy. I increased the pace and soon found myself circling my tongue like a washing machine on fast spin, the motion locked and stable.
A spray of fluid covered my face without warning as she reached climax and Mistress K’s whole body shuddered furiously before slumping back on the sofa, her breathless face flushed red.
“Good boy,” she managed as she panted for air, her legs trembling and arms collapsed at her sides.
“Thank you Mistress,” I replied after slowly stopping and lifting my head until our eyes met.
“What’s next, slave?” she asked after taking a few moments to compose herself, the effects of the orgasms clearly still visible when she attempted to get to her feet. Instead she slid back down onto the cushioned sofa beneath her. Before rushing off to complete further tasks I got a glass of water for Mistress K and held her for a while, cuddling her in my arms like a warm human blanket. Her ejaculate was still all over my face, a beautiful reminder of the pleasure I’d been allowed to give her. Each time a drop would roll down my face I’d lap it up with my tongue causing my cock to ache as it bulged inside the chastity cage, the key to which was teasing me mercilessly hanging between her naked breasts.
“You have more tasks to complete before you can even think of me using this key to unlock my cock from that cage. Go, you have work to do. I’m going to award you extra points for the after care,” Mistress K said as she successfully rose to her feet and sauntered out of the room in the direction of our kitchen.
The washing machine cycle wasn’t complete yet, so I still had time before the sheets could be transferred to the drier and the bed eventually made. A quick look at the clock in the kitchen told me it was now just before 1pm. I still needed to go to the supermarket to buy food for the evening and run 5km, both of which I could accomplish at the same time. I thought I’d go for the run and stop in at the supermarket on the way back home.
My chastity keyholder was now back in her office having re-energised and scaled the two flights of stairs to get there. I did the same and she crossed off the tasks that had now been completed. Reading through the list again I mentally rearranged what I had left to do that day. I still wanted to leave some of the fun tasks for day 2, but time was very much a factor.
“Mistress, would you please lock me in the deep throat rig?” I asked.
“It would be my pleasure. I think I’ll sit and watch. You’ll be locked in for 15 minutes. Go to the toilet and drink some water before you start. I’ll meet you in the bedroom once you’re ready and we can begin.”
I darted down one flight of stairs to the bathroom, sat on the toilet to pee as the chastity cage wouldn’t permit me to urinate standing up and cleaned as thoroughly as I could with toilet paper once I’d finished. I took the short walk to the bedroom across the hall and drank the water I had in a bottle next to our bed.
Mistress K stood waiting for me in the large red and black painted room. She was still naked and rose from the edge of the bed sat in the middle of our play space then walked over to the far corner next to a wide window. The long floor length curtains were already shut and with the flick of a switch she turned on the overhead spotlight directly above the deep throat rig.
The rig is made from heavy metal and consists of a large flat base plate, a metre tall pole protruding up the middle with restraint points at regular intervals and a short rubber dildo facing outwards at the top. On the opposite side of the dildo is a thin black leather strap that, once tightened and locked together, prevents your head from moving. This keeps the dildo firmly stuck deep inside your open mouth helping to train your gag reflex.
“Get on your knees in front of the dildo and put your hands behind your back. There will be no cheating. I’m going to sit and watch you struggle,” Mistress K ordered. I did exactly what I was told, kneeling down and gripping my ankles behind me. Mistress K walked over to a set of black wooden drawers against the wall next to me, reached into the top draw and retrieved a hogtie restraint kit. She walked back over to me, knelt down and fixed black leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Once they were tightened and locked she attached a 4 way hogtie clip set to each cuff.
“Open wide,” Mistress K ordered. I took a deep breath and took the firm purple rubber dildo into my mouth. I could feel the strap being placed around the back of my head and as it tightened the dildo forced itself deeper inside my mouth. I resisted the urge to gag and tried to relax, but with the thick cock now inside me I wiggled against the restraints. A natural urge to move my hands towards my face to remove the gag was quickly halted by the wrist cuffs.
“Your fifteen minutes starts now,” Mistress K said as she started the countdown clock on her phone. I closed my eyes and thought about the clock ticking down, my teeth digging into the dildo attempting to gain any extra space that I could find in my mouth to relieve the gag feeling.
After a few minutes my jaw started to ache and instead of trying to breathe through my mouth I breathed only through my nose. The ache got more painful as each minute passed by, sapping my energy and causing the muscles in my legs and arms to spasm. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea before having to go out for a 5km run later, but it was the choice I made and I needed to deal with it.
“Five minutes to go,” Mistress K announced. “It looks like you’re struggling. Let’s see if I can help with that,” she said before a mischievous giggle escaped her lips.
Out of the corner of my left eye I noticed a black draw being opened. I knew this particular draw contained our dildos and vibrators. Mistress closed the drawer, placed her phone on top of the unit next to me, then plugged something into an electrical socket behind me. Moments later a dull whirring noise started, which got closer as each second passed. Before I had a chance to realise what was happening Mistress K placed her magic wand vibrator on the chastity cage between my legs, lifting it up between my shackled legs from behind. The shock made me gasp for air, which threw my concentration into a spin and I almost gagged on the dildo. The vibrations coursing through my cage and into my cock felt incredible and milky pre-cum soon began leaking out the opening in the end of the device. It dribbled out onto the metal base plate of the rig and pooled between my knees.
“Filthy slut. Look at you making a mess. You’ll clean that up once you’re finished here. Two minutes to go,” Mistress K said, taking a look at the countdown on her phone screen. It was propped on the unit next to me at eye level, the digital display clearly showing how much time I had left locked in the rig. Time was moving in slow motion, every second felt so much longer than it was in reality.
My thighs ached from being knelt in a static position. My wrists burnt from the constant struggling in the restraints. My jaw was sore and my balls were numbing due to the vibrations from the magic wand. One minute and thirty seconds to go.
The bright phone screen beside me had my full attention. I should have closed my eyes and tried to forget about the time, but seeing the time tick down was irresistible. I desperately wanted it to be over. To breathe naturally again through my mouth and to stretch my legs. It was at that moment that I realised I still needed to go out for a 5km run. One minute to go.
“Only one minute to go. I think I’ll make the last minute count.”
There was one last surprise in store for me before the time was up. When Mistress took the vibrating massager from the drawer I didn’t see the other items that were now sitting on the floor next to her. Mistress K laid the magic wand on the floor, put a latex glove on her right hand and lubed up her middle finger. She lifted the wand back against the cage and slid her now lubricated finger inside my exposed arsehole. The shock of this happening made me groan and Mistress K laughed at me. I was helpless to resist. I didn’t want to. I enjoyed it. Her finger rubbed against my prostate and more pre-cum oozed from the end of my cage. A small puddle was waiting for me to clean after the time was up. How I’d be made to clean it up wasn’t clear, but it soon would be. 30 seconds to go.
Mistress K stopped rubbing my prostate, instead opting to fuck my tight arsehole with her finger. She forced her index finger inside me then thrust both fingers in and out rapidly. Spit dribbled down my chin and I was desperate to breathe without the dildo in my mouth.
Suddenly I felt close to cumming. There was no way Mistress K would allow it, so I tried to think about anything that would make the feeling go away. The run I’d soon be doing, the meal I needed to cook later, wondering if it was still raining outside. Anything that would stop me reaching the point of no return. Just a few more seconds and it would be over. 10 seconds to go.
“10...9...8,” Mistress K counted as she penetrated me harder and deeper. She spread her fingers slightly to stretch me open. I badly wanted her to put on her strap-on harness and fuck me. I knew that wasn’t going to happen today, but if I did everything she asked I hoped it would be my reward.
“7...6...5,” she continued. I got the sense that she wanted to make me cum. She wanted me to fail so that I’d stay locked in the chastity cage and not earn a reward, but if she wanted it to happen did I really want to disappoint her? My mind was conflicted. I wasn’t thinking straight. Just hold on a little longer.
“4...3...2,” she said, shouting each number loudly behind me. More spit ran down from the edge of my lips around the dildo to my chin. My aroused cock was firmly pressed against the inside of the cage eagerly wanting to betray me and ruin my weekend by releasing all of the cum stored up in my swollen testicles. After 5 days locked up the ejaculation could have been a huge relief, but I didn’t have permission and I wanted to earn it for her.
“...1...time’s up!” Mistress K announced as she pulled her fingers from my arse. She removed the latex glove from her hand, unlocked the strap around my head and I pulled my mouth away from the dildo. The relief was immediate and I took in deep breaths of air. I tried to reach towards my face with my hand to wipe away the drool that was all over my cheeks but with my hands and legs still restrained it wasn’t possible. Mistress K unclipped the hogtie four way clips, which released by arms allowing me to clean myself up. I tried to rise up to my feet to stretch my legs but Mistress K stopped me with a strong hand on my left shoulder.
“Not so fast, slave. You still have to clean up the mess you’ve made.”
With a forceful push I was quickly on my hands and knees. Mistress gripped her hand around the back of my head and pushed me down to the floor, my face inches from the pre-cum that had accumulated on the metal base plate.
“Lick it all up, slave. If you make any mess you’ll be made to clean it up. I really thought you’d cum in your cage. I’m very proud that you didn’t. It will make your release, when I deem it to be time, very well deserved and all the more rewarding.”
With the open palms of my hands either side of my head and flat against the floor I bent my neck down and lapped up the still warm milky pre-cum, making sure that I didn’t miss a spot. Mistress K pressed her bare foot on the back of my head to make sure I really got it all, grinding my face into the floor if I tried to lift it back up before the task was complete. Once I’d gathered it all in my mouth I raised back up, turned to Mistress K, swallowed it all down and presented my tongue to show her it was all gone.
“Good boy,” Mistress K purred. The beaming smile she gave me made my cock twitch and I smiled back. Getting up from the floor was challenging, my legs wobbly beneath me after being stuck in the restraints. I carefully walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs holding onto the bannister and into the kitchen to drink a pint of water. I needed to hydrate before going for a run, a task that was now looking even more difficult. I noticed that the weather outside had improved and it was no longer raining. A few quick leg stretches while holding onto the marble kitchen countertop steadied my balance and I instantly felt more confident that completing the run was achievable.
The washing machine had finished its cycle, so I emptied it and threw the clean bedding in the tumble drier down in the basement. By the time I’d finished my run, bought food at the supermarket and showered it should be ready to make the bed.
Walking back upstairs to our bedroom to get changed to go for the run was more effort than I like to admit. My thighs were still sore and, fortunately, the numbness between my legs was wearing off. Mistress K lay on the bed as I walked gingerly into the bedroom.
“Are you going out for a run now, slave?” Mistress K asked.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied. I stretched my legs holding onto the set of drawers for support, picked out a pair of tight underwear, shorts and a t-shirt and got changed into my running gear. The chastity cage sat comfortably in my tight shorts and I didn't notice any obvious bulge in the floor length mirror attached to the bedroom wall. My headphones, trainers and water bottle were in the kitchen, so I headed towards the stairs going downstairs to finish getting ready.
“Not so fast,” Mistress K said before I reached the bedroom door. “Go upstairs and get the tasks list. We have to cross off the tasks that you’ve now completed.”
I bounded upstairs, picked up the list and a pen from her desk and walked slowly back downstairs to the bedroom. Mistress K lay naked on the bed, the duvet balled up at one end waiting for the sheets to be replaced once they dried. I passed the list to my dominant and she ticked off the deep throat rig task.
“You still have much to do, slave. I do hope you manage to complete the list. I’ve thought of a delicious reward for you if you do. Don’t disappoint me.”
I quickly turned, ran downstairs taking 2 steps at a time, put my running shoes on, filled my water bottle and put it in the black backpack that was on the kitchen floor. I suddenly remembered that I needed to buy dinner and lunch for the following day, so I threw my wallet and house keys from the kitchen counter into the bag.
After gulping down a small glass of water I put my headphones on and plugged them into my phone. A rock and metal music playlist always helped me to run, so I selected one, opened the front door and set off to the local park.
The run was uneventful. After nearly 6 months of not exercising it wasn’t easy, but taking regular water breaks I managed to complete the run in around 40 minutes. Not a record breaking pace, but I’d completed the task for the day and hoped I wouldn’t suffer with cramps the following day when I went out again. Neither the leather collar or the cock cage rubbed or caused any discomfort, which was a big relief. The sweat on my torso stuck the t-shirt to my chest and my shorts felt tighter. The cock cage wasn’t obviously visible, something I was thankful for considering I was about to walk into a heavily populated supermarket.
At the top end of the park I walked through the exit gate and up the road to the local supermarket. On the way I messaged Mistress K to see what she wanted for dinner.
“Chicken salad please. Have you completed your run? I’ll check the fitness app on your phone to make sure,” she texted back.
“Yes, Mistress. I completed the run and I’m now walking to the supermarket. I’ll get everything you requested,” I replied.
30 seconds later I received another text message.
“Excellent. Well done. When you get to the supermarket go immediately to the toilets and take a picture of My caged cock. I want to make sure you haven’t removed it without permission. You have 5 minutes to send the picture or your reward will be immediately discounted and you will be punished.”
Without hesitating I pulled the phone out of my pocket and set a countdown timer for 5 minutes. If I continued walking at the same pace there’s no chance I would get to the supermarket before the time was up, so I ran to get there in time. I bolted up the road, across the supermarket car park and up to the revolving carousel glass doors. A quick glance at my phone told me I had 2 minutes left. I should easily complete the new task before the deadline.
The revolving doors slowed me down slightly, but I soon made it through and ran to the public toilets not far from the entrance. The door to the toilets swung open and I let a man out before I walked in. My heart sank. The red toilet cubicle door had an out of order sign on it. I had 30 seconds to go.
I had a choice. Risk getting caught taking a picture of my caged cock or lose the reward I was working to earn and receive what would likely be a severe punishment for failing my Mistress. There was no time to think. I knew what had to be done.
I quickly untied the knot on the cord of my shorts, dropped them to my knees and snapped a picture in the bathroom mirror. I then sent the picture, which took more time than I was comfortable with. Just as the image sent the load timer on my phone beeped. Time was up. Had she received the picture in time? Before anyone walked through the door and caught me with my phone in my hand and shorts around my knees I tied them back around my waist and walked towards the door. As I approached the door it swung open and someone walked into the bathroom. To say I was relieved at missing a close encounter by a few seconds would be an understatement, though they did give me a curious glance noticing the leather collar.
I ambled into the supermarket aisles with a basket I picked up from the closest checkout and a text alert sounded from my phone.
“Good boy. I’m very pleased. I’m so looking forward to giving you your reward, as long as you complete the list. Tick tock. You have much left to do,” the message read.
Gathering the ingredients for our dinner and lunch for the following day took around 10 minutes as I skipped around the supermarket and soon had the basket full of everything that was requested. I paid for the food at the self service checkout and filled my back pack with my purchases.
The walk back to our house in the cool air was a nice break, the cloudy sky above me thankfully not showing any immediate signs of rain. Wet stone slabs covered in fallen leaves from the tree lined roads paved the sidewalk so I tread carefully after I nearly slipped a few times. The last thing I needed was an injury that stopped me performing the tasks that were left.
As I walked back through the front door with the full bag of shopping on my back Mistress K stood at the top of the stairs wearing a long black silk robe tied around the waist. She evocatively sauntered down the staircase towards me.
“You took your time. You need to make dinner and wash me in the shower. I’m going out tonight with the girls. You’ll stay here and send us a live video stream when you clean my black high heels with your tongue. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress. I’ll put the food in the kitchen then wash you in the shower.
“Very good. I’ll be waiting in the bathroom. Don’t make me wait long.”
Thanks very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed part 1 of this story. You can read part two of the story here.
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