1 week ago. Thu 03 Jan 2019 04:56:38 PM IST
Warning: You will need a towel and glass of water for this one.
Your disappointment was obvious as you looked into the black Friday night sky. It had been raining for hours with no let up in the immediate future. I walked up behind you and held you close to me. “It’s alright,” I tried to reassure, “We can have our picnic next weekend.” You swung around so hard to face me that you nearly knocked both of us over. “But I have been planning this for weeks,” you whimpered, your pretty face all scrunched up and then added, “I have bought all the food! All the work is done! I have made all the sandwiches, potato salad, EVERYTHING!” I held you close and softly kissed your forehead. “It’ll be all right,” I said calmly, “We will simply find something else to do tomorrow.” We stood there for a while holding each other close as we stared into the forbidding darkness. Out of desperation and not knowing what else to say, I asked, “Is there anything else you’d like to do? Is there something that you have been putting off that we can do together?” You thought about my question and then started to straighten up. I could see a glimmer of a smile forming in your reflection in the window. “There is something,” you announced coyly, “but you’re not going to like it Master.” I smiled back at the window. “Try me,” was all that I said. You looked up at me, a mix of a devilish grin and worry on your face. “I have been wanting to give the house a thorough top-to-bottom cleaning,” you said cautiously. “Chores?” I questioned without any hint of anger. “You want to do chores on our day off?” “You can help me reach the tall stuff and help move furniture,” you said excitedly. My heart melted as I held you close. “I do have my own projects that I have been wanting to work on,” I admitted. “Then we can do it Master?” you asked excitedly. “Yes,” I said as I held you close.
I was drinking my coffee and scanning the news when you bound down the stairs in the best of moods. You had your hair up and the biggest smile on your face. You were wearing jeans, sneakers and your favorite “cleaning” tee shirt. After a quick breakfast, you gathered all of your cleaning “weaponry”, buckets, brooms and mops for the battle that lay before you. As you headed out with a very determined look on your face to achieve the goal before you, I stopped you. What I said made you stop and turn to face me in sheer puzzlement. “What?” you asked. “I said, I want you to go change before you start. I want you to wear high heels.” “To clean in?” you protested, temporarily forgetting your place and then quickly added, “Master”. “Yes, that is what my command was. I want you to clean in high heels today, my bitch.” Your mind raced to absorb this new twist. “Yes Master, of course.” Then much calmer asked, “Is there a particular pair that you would me to wear, Master?” I took a step forward and smiled. “What color would go best with pink?” You gave a weak knowing smile. That was just like Master to comfort to your strengths. He knew that fashion was both your forte and your weakness. “I have rose, white, purple and nude,” you said calmer than you felt, “Anyone of those would go nicely with pink.” I took a closing step forward and took your hands in mind. I quietly asked, “Which of those have the highest heels?” You took comfort in the warmth if my hands and in the complete control that I had over you right now. “The purple ones, Master. They have a five inch heel.” “Then put on the purple ones and my short necklace.” You took in my command. My pussy was already starting to ache, to cry out for its owner. “What would you like me to wear with the heels, Master, jeans, a dress, what?” My answer gave you goosebumps. “Nothing,” I said as I calmly squeezed your hands, “Just your heels and nothing else.” “To clean the house in?” My silent firm gaze met your protest. You found resolve in my steadfastness. You lowered your head and said quietly, “Yes, Master.”
You stared in the mirror as you put on Master’s “short” necklace. It hadn’t been a present. We picked it up one time that you had dragged him to the store to do clothes shopping. He had seen it and thought that it would look good on you. It was shorter than most necklaces, but not as tight as a choker. You wore it during times of uncertainty like big days at work. It gave you comfort. It reminded you that Master was always close, that you were his always. You touched the necklace one last time and then headed downstairs. You saw me watching you descend the stairs, a soft smile on my face. You stood before me in the “inspection” position, hands behind your head, legs spread and eyes straight ahead. I lightly cupped your breasts, ran my hand across your naked stomach and waist. Then I picked up your bucket of cleaning supplies and handed it to you. “It’s time to go to work, my love.”
You were surprised how quickly you adapted to your new “uniform”. It was as your cleaning the baseboards that you looked back at your purple heels, your breasts dangling freely and smiled. It was an hour later when I came back in from the garage. I called you to me. You put down the brush that you had been using and obeyed, “Yes, Master”. Once in front of me I wordlessly put my hand behind your neck and pulled you close. I kissed you deeply and passionately. You wrapped you arms around my broad shoulders and melted into me. My free hand grabbed your ass and pulled you close. Our tongues frolicked together. Your body feels so good to me. While still holding you I asked, “How is the cleaning going?” “It’s going really well,” you told me breathlessly. “Great,” I said and then with a quick slap of your naked ass add, “Now get back to work.”
You were dusting the coffee table when I came back a half hour later and sat down on the couch. “Come to me, bitch.” You obeyed quickly. “Lay over my knees.” Without hesitation you laid your stomach across my lap. I grabbed your hair and then gave you ten hard spankings slowly as to savor the moment. Your ass was a soft pink when I started to finger my soaked pussy. I pulled your head up by your hair and instructed you to go get our pink leather collar. You stood and quick went upstairs to retrieve the well-used item. I watched with pleasure as you descended the stairs, your gorgeous legs magnified by the heels, your beautiful breasts bouncing to the movement. You stood before me, head lowered, holding the collar out. As was our tradition, you rarely put on your own collar. You are my property. It was mine to remind you of your place. I took the collar and wrapped it around your beautiful neck. As was my habit, I tightened the leather past its attachment hole. The leather pressed tight against your neck restricting your airflow, choking you. You closed your eyes but remained motionless as the sensation and my power over you riveted your naked body. Fresh air suddenly filled your deprived lungs as I released my grip. I finished attaching your favorite physical reminder of my control over you, my ownership of all that you are. Facing you I took your face in my hand and kissed you deeply and passionately, your nipples are so hard they seemed to want to burst from your skin. Then silently I placed my finger in the metal d-ring of the collar and lowered you to your knees. You stared in anticipation as I took off my jeans. By the back of your head, I pulled you close. My musky aroma filled your nostrils. “Lick my balls, my beautiful bitch.” You eagerly applied your tongue to me taking in ever scent and taste of your owner. After several minutes you wrapped your hand around my enlarged cock. “May I stroke you, Master?” I gave you a simple nod. As you took one of my balls completely in your mouth and gently stroked my hard cock. Finally, I took a handful of your hair and positioned your mouth where it belonged. “Suck me, my bitch.” You immediately began the task before you and took me deep inside of you. When I exploded deep down your throat you eagerly swallowed as to savor the gift that I had just given you and then carefully sucked every last precious drop from my limp cock. Satisfied, I raised you to standing and smiled. I kissed your forehead. “Now, resume your cleaning, my love.”
It went on like that all day. You would clean and I would pop in on you to check on you and give you my attention. There were several trips upstairs, first for your wrist cuffs, nipple clip chain, ankle cuffs and finally my favorite flogger. Your ass was still showing signs of a faded red when I came in for the final time late in the afternoon. Your were finishing cleaning the fireplace, the sunlight shimmering off the wetness dripping down your inner thigh. In your arousal you stood when I entered the room and then kneeled before me, your head down in reverence. Our closeness as a couple was never in doubt. “How may I pleasure you Master?” You asked. “Go get your pink leather lead.” Without hesitation you ascended the steps one more time. When you got to the bottom of the steps, lead in hand; you started to walk to me. I stopped you. “Crawl, my bitch.” With the lead dangling from your mouth you purposefully crawled to me, the humility growing quickly inside you. I clipped the lead to your collar and paraded my slut around the room. When I was satisfied I lead you on all fours up the stairs. Once in our bedroom, I raised you to standing and kissed you passionately. You followed my instructions and lay on the bed, legs wide. I fingered my pussy and pinched your aching nipples. When the head of my hard cock reached your drenched pussy you looked at me and passionately said, “Thank you, Master. Thank you for allowing me to be your bitch.” As I slid fully inside you, you added, “Thank you for fucking your whore, Master.”
I held you close as the late afternoon sun made its escape from our bedroom window. You lay next to me, your cuff-clad arm resting on my chest. “Master,” you asked softly, “may I stay dressed like this the rest of the night?”