I'm off on my own, for now. I'm spending time with a friend; we're out on the town. You don't need to call every half hour, or pepper my phone with texts, demanding my appreciation for this privilege, or having me work myself up in the bathroom. Because I already would have if you had not instructed me not to tonight. Still, you absolutely could, and you know that I would not hesitate.
The real power is in the knowing, if you wanted to, that you could summon me back home, or not even allow me to leave in the first place, if I missed a spot on the dishes, or left a load of laundry in the dryer. You could order me to edge in the bathroom, if I was sent out without my cage, or send a slutty selfie to keep you amused.
You don't need to, and you don't always want to. But you could. And I would.
But what you do need is the second I set foot inside your house is to get in uniform, whatever that may be. While I enjoy humbling myself with nudity and a collar to denote ownership, you may prefer underwear, lingerie, a suit, a dress. When I am in your house, I am under your command within or without your presence. You've already educated and trained me on how you want your house taken care of. If I don't need to stand to accomplish my tasks, you want me crawling. If my tasks are done, you want me in my cage, in the corner, kneeling at your feet, whatever your whim is.
Maybe while relaxing in your den, you hear the clink of the lock against my chastity cage, or the jingle of my collar as it bobs to the rhythm of my scrubbing the floors in the kitchen. This sound brings a smirk, picturing me in your preferred state of dress, on all fours, keeping the kitchen spotless so you can continue to unwind from the day's struggles.
Generally, you are satisfied with this arrangement. But even so, pathetic slutty subs scrubbing floors, dusting window sills and mowing lawns are only so amusing to observe. You may spill something on the floor and on your feet and have me slurp it up. You may summon me to your quarters to put some marks on my body, hold some strenuous positions, or tease my swollen manhood. If you're feeling particularly generous, I may have the pleasure of becoming your mattress, your chair, your footstool, your toy.
But, namely, I am just another fixture in your house that happens to have more uses, accessories, and is interactive if the feature is permitted.
And while I'm off enjoying myself and the company of my friends, I am very much anticipating of having the privilege to return to your presence.