I ordered Pizza and pasta (for me?), home delivery. I served Herrin C port wine, I gave her cheese crackers. And I started to massage her feet. Then the bell rang! She looked at me, I looked at her. And suddenly I understood, I blushed deeply. I was to open the door, in high heels, stocking and garter. Now knowing who would be there! It would be a young boy propably, who would had a heart attack when I would stand there. Knowing I know, Herrin C smiled broadly. And nodded, “go ahead. Don’t forget the tip”
How can I be in such a state that I simply obey, there is a strong hesitation. I turn around and just see that beaming encouraging smile. And then there is only one way to go, to the front door. And open that with a radiant smile. Go to hell boy, was all I thought. And he nearly went to hell and back, shocked by the sight of my stocking, my bra, and my exposed pussy. He could only hand me the food, without a word. Eyes like on sticks, falling out of his head. Making me so fucking confident and sexy. I smiled, took the bag with pizza and pasta, gave him more then enogh money and wanted to close the door. Then Herrin C called from inside, “hurry up my slave, I am hungry”. Loud enough to let the boy hear. But in stead of diyng of shame I smiled at him, winked and closed the door.
I went back to my Goddess, and started laying the table in the kitchen and I was to lead Herrin C to the table. But when I attempted to sit she stopped me, took something from her purse and showed it to me. “you know what this is, don’t you”. The collar had the name Sandra on it! I was completely surprised. I blushed deeply. Not because of my nudity. “Gut, mein hundchen”. And she put pasta on a plate, then took my hands and tied them on my back. I wanted to protest,” this isn’t bondage my little whore. Otherwise there will be no food!” Ihad no choice as to accept. The plate was put on the floor, pasta with tomato sauce. Guten appetite she said. I looked puzzled, how was I to eat this. I looked at her. “you need help?” I nodded. Herrin C sighed, stood up, came to me, and then holding my head she pushed me on my knees, then slowly bending more and more, until my nose touched the plate. “you get it, now eat” and she pushed my face completely into the spaghetti and made sure my whole face was covered in sauce. “now shut up and eat, for as long as I eat at least!”
It was a mission impossible, I was hungry, not only for pasta. And I did not want to displease her more, so I tried to eat. But it was a disaster, the floor was red in sauce, and I did not get very far in emptying my plate. When she took it away I felt miserable. But it would get worse, the floor. “clean it” she said. And licking the tiles of my own kitchen floor. This was horrible, I suddenly realized it. My own floor, my own house! This could not be true. And I let her tie my hands behind my back. There were tears coming, but I wanted to fight them. But how could she sense this? She patted my head, my poor girl, crying are we? Well, it is nothing yet. I will make you cry like never before!
I was led into the room. “Now, lets talk limits. I saw you did your best to define as much linmits as you could think of. Well done, I agree with miss Sara we can accept them all. So, then I can tell you what things will not be within your limits”. Get me my bag”. I dragged the bag with my teeth to her, and she opened it. Took out some kind of clamps. “well, this is really nice to start with, nipple clamps”.
Had I forgot that? Suddenly I understood I had been a fool! There were many many things she coukd do, since I clearly stated my limits. And with a wide smile she removed my bra and attached a clamp on my nipple. I gasped for air, it hurt, a lot. She laughed, “so much fun this is going to be. And I am sorry I did not follow that one limit of bondage” the other clamp went on, and I was nearly expoding with pain!