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A Cleaning Adventure

By: Wish4me



I left your house heading for home, still thinking of how your written words had prevented me from being able to cum and how I still needed it so badly. I know that I am not suppose to pleasure myself today, and that with knowing that I wont be able to and the more I think of it in that way, the more desperately I want to cum. It was as if not being allowed to play focused my mind more on wanting to cum.

I wondered if my husband would want to fuck me tonight and if he did, could I cum while he did so. All you had said was think of me, did that mean I could cum at that time with the thoughts of you or was that meant to stop me from doing so.

Of course with thoughts of my husband, came the thought that I shouldn't be doing this, cheating on him. Yet, I felt that the needs were something I had to take care of and some how I knew that only you would be able to satisfy that need inside me. I needed what you could give to me, if only one time and I would make sure that you understood that it wouldn't happen again. I have always considered myself a good girl, and wouldn't ever agree to a long term affair. But just one time in my life I had to have you show me what it was like to experience the pleasure you seemed able to and willing to offer me.

The night seemed to drag on forever for me. I wait impatiently for time to fix dinner and getting the kids in the bath and ready for bed, for my shower, all the things that on any other night made it seem like a rushed evening, tonight seemed as though the time for me to do it would never come. I could only attribute it to being impatient for tomorrow when you would once again give me an orgasm like you had done before, it seemed so long ago.

My husband made it worse when he came home and was obviously as horny for me as I was for you. Every time he walked past me he would touch me, and on any other night he would have ignored the fact that I was in the same room with him. 

Finally, it came time that we could go to bed, and I let him have make love to me, while I thought of you. Even if you hadn't told me to think of you, I'm not sure that I could have kept you out of my thoughts. While he rushed through the love making process as he always does, and my thoughts were only on what you may do to me tomorrow, I slipped into the fantasy of the remembered day when you had last spanked me and had tied me to the dining room chairs. I couldn't help the thoughts that flowed through me, of your touch, and before long, even unsure of whether you wanted me to cum with him or not, I came all over my husband's cock wishing that it had been yours instead.

As always, he fell asleep right after he came, and I got up for a drink and to get my thoughts together, about what I had felt while he made love to me. It was so rare that I could actually cum for him and then being able to do so with the thoughts of you; it confused me as much as earlier when I realized that you could control my orgasm with a simple note telling me not to cum.

I finally went to bed, more exhausted from thinking than actually sleepy and woke up early, anxiously awaiting nine o'clock when I would be at your house and hopefully beginning to understand what it was that you could make me feel. I was up and taking a shower before my husbands alarm clock went off, had breakfast ready by the time the kids were awake and I was dressed, both cooking and getting myself ready early, rushing the morning routine so I could usher everyone out the door and head towards your house. 

The only time my morning became frustrating for me, was while trying to decide what to wear for you. I knew I wasn't supposed to wear panties unless otherwise stated but part of me wanted to wear sexy panties for you, a matching bra. Without panties, I finally decided to wear a dress, one that I hoped you would like. A dress with tiny flowers all over it, a tight bodice, which I decided to wear without a bra. I know that you will notice the lack of a bra before you know if I have worn panties or not, the material rubbing my nipples already making them hard, and I wonder if you will be pleased with my decision.

At eight fifteen, it was finally time for me to take my son to daycare, and then be on my way to meet you at your house. After dropping him off and knowing what was to come and where I was finally heading, I could feel my body responding as if you were already touching me. My nipples seemed to grow harder, with the caress of the dress upon them and my clit seemed to swell more the closer I came to your house. Anticipation of what was to come, settled inside me in the form of butterflies in my stomach, though I didn't feel like I was nervous. I felt no fear as I pulled into your driveway right on time, just an almost overwhelming need for you to take me and do what ever it was that you wanted to do.

I stepped out of the car and walked to your door on legs trembling in excitement and every step, seemed to be a teasing caress to my already swollen clit. I opened the door and stepped inside. You were sitting in the chair facing towards the door and the way you looked at me caused me to pause, as your eyes traveled up and down the length of me.

I consider saying something, but am not sure what I should say. I choose instead to stand there and wait for you to break the silence, the whole time my body responding to the touch of your eyes as if it were your hands instead. You leave me standing there for at least five minutes before you finally speak to me, breaking the silence at last with, "If you want to stop, now is your chance. If you choose to stay right now, I am in control. Do you understand?"

"I don't want to stop and yes I do understand." I whisper, slightly unnerved by your tone.

"Good, from now on, you will call me Sir when I do ask you a question, and you will do as I say. If you do feel that I am being to rough or am pushing too hard, say 'red' and everything stops. You will get dressed and go home, and will never have the chance to try again. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I reply, more nervous now than I had been all morning.

"Okay. What is the word?"

"Red" I answer.

"Red what?"

Blushing at having forgotten already I amend, "Red, Sir".

"Next time you forget, I will spank you five times."

"Yes, Sir. I won't forget again."

"Strip."

I am shocked that you would have me do that here just inside the door, and I think about protesting but when I see the look on your face I sense that this was probably the first of many tests to see if I was going to let you control me or not. I reach down and pull my dress up from the bottom and over my head, leaving me completely naked for you to view.

"Good girl but next time when I say to do something, there should be no hesitation."

"Yes sir." I reply feeling as if I have already failed you in many ways, even though you had said "good girl" to me.

"First, I am going to tell you that you are mine for the full day. When do you have to be at home?"

"I have to go by five, in order to pick up my son." I say and add "sir" as an afterthought.

"Good. Now, come here, kneel beside my chair."

I timidly begin to walk towards you, wondering over this new turn of events. I somehow had thought it would be us heading towards the bedroom. When I reach you, I kneel down on the floor beside you.

"Spread your knees out a little bit; rest your ass on your feet. I don't want your legs getting tired just yet." You say and I immediately move my knees further apart. "Good girl. Now one day this will be the position you are in when I collar you as mine. Today however, I am not going to do that. I am not sure that you have proven yourself enough for me to claim you with my collar, so we will wait on that. However, for today you will act as if you are collared, that is if you want to know what it is like to be with me. If you are still unsure, I suggest you leave before we go any further."

The whole time you spoke, I realized how my pussy seemed to grow wetter by the moment, just kneeling on the floor with my legs spread. My clit swelling as if hoping to reach out and touch something, and the longer you spoke, the more I knew that I could not get up and walk out of here until I had felt the power of your control. I would be able to be to be yours, with or without the collar, though admittedly wish you would put it upon me today even though I knew I wasn't ready for what the collar would mean to us both.

You interrupted my thoughts with, "I take it since you haven't got up yet, that you are still willing. In that case, you do as I say, when I say, and with out any question. The only time you should speak against it is if you are going to say 'Red' and end it. Since it is your first time with me, I will not gag you this time, before we do that, you will have no second thoughts. Since it seems you are not leaving as of yet, stand and follow me."

I stood on weakened legs, not realizing until then the slight cramp that my legs had been put into, and feet, tingling having fallen asleep while I sat on them. I assume you realized the problem that I was having, since you didn't make an immediate move to walk away, allowing me to stand and become accustomed to being on my feet. 

The time that you allowed me to stand there and get my legs comfortable again, also brought back the slight intimidation I felt while standing there naked, while you remained fully dressed, even though it seemed I should be growing use to it by now. It occurred to me that this wasn't a normal "love making", since only one of us would be naked, for a while at least. I wondered how we would be able to have the foreplay needed for us both, if I wasn't able to see you naked. No doubt in my mind that I would be ready for you, considering my body was ready for you already, but I had to wonder how you would be ready if I wasn't able to touch you. I was about to question what you would gain from this, out loud, when you stopped me from doing so by walking in the direction of your bedroom, making me follow behind you.

You didn't allow more time for idle talk, since upon reaching the closed bedroom door, you stopped, and held out one of the black clothes I had seem in the box while cleaning the closet, and stated, "You will wear this, until I remove it." and walked around to my back. 

You come close enough that I feel the brush of your clothes upon my ass back, as you take the cloth and place it over my eyes, tying it behind my head, placing me in darkness. 

I was slightly scared of the darkness, it proved as nothing else had done as of yet, that I was going to need your help for even simple things, like finding the entrance to your bedroom. I felt you walk around me, though I was unsure of where you had stopped, until I felt your fingers on my face, checking the blindfold, making sure I was in total darkness. 

You stopped touching me, and just left me standing. After a little bit, I began to wonder if you had walked away and I had missed the sound of you doing so. I worried about being alone while blindfolded, I strained to hear or feel something to indicate you were still nearby. In my sudden need for something comforting, I considered reaching up and pulling the blindfold off, or at least off of one eye, for the reassurance that you were with me. Knowing that you would be disappointed if I did so, I stood still straining my ears for a slight movement that may cause the slightest noise.

So focused on trying to find the sound of your footsteps, I was surprised when you touched my hand without any noise, showing that you had never left. I almost sighed in relief at knowing you hadn't left me on my own. 

Your hand tightens on mine pulling me forward, and through the doorway into your room. I try to mentally picture where things are inside the room, so I don't bump into anything, trusting you not to let me get hurt but not wanting to embarrass myself by stumbling.

When you stop walking me forward you turn me around as if to look in your direction, and remove your hand from mine. Placing your large hands at my shoulders you urge me to sit while saying simply, "Sit." 

I realize that we are at the bed and I am currently sitting down on it. I feel a mixture of emotions, ranging from excitement to trepidation of what would occur on this bed during the rest of our day together. When I am sitting fully on the bed, you say, "Slide into the middle of the bed, as if you were going to lay down and sleep. Then lay down, I will show you what I want from that."

I do as you say, and turn myself and lay down with my head towards the head of the bed and legs towards the foot. I hear you moving around, and wonder what you are doing what you may have planned for me.

I feel the bed shift as you sit down on my right side, up towards my head. I feel it shifting under me as you move yourself around. I find it strange to feel your movements rather than see them and I wait for a touch from you, a reassurance that I am okay. 

It comes in the form of you taking my right hand and pulling it up from my waist to the head of the bed, holding it for a moment, and then a rope wrapping around my wrist. Then, you stand and move to the other side of the bed and give the same favors to my left wrist, securing me to the headboard. 

My hands being tied was nothing unexpected, so when you moved to the other side of me and began to tie that wrist also, it never really occurred to me how much my hands being tied would affect me as the day progressed.

What surprised me most at this point was the bed shifting as you leaned over me, and the feel of your lips touching mine, lightly. It wasn't a passionate kiss; it seemed to be merely to tell me it was okay and that I was safe. Either way, I took comfort in it and was disappointed when I felt the bed shift once again as you stood up. 

When you move away, from the bed, I hear your steps on the other side of the room and wonder what you are doing. I figure it out when I hear a buzzing noise, letting me know that you have brought out a vibrator of some kind. The thought that you are going to use it on me causes a unique mixture of embarrassment and excitement. The embarrassment coming from my pussy's excited response, the sudden swelling of my clit and wetness which felt like it was running down the crack of my ass, and just the pure idea that you would be using it on me, and I would just have to lay there and take whatever you did to me. Finally now seeing how useless I would be with my hands tied to the headboard above me.

Your steps are hidden by the sound of the vibrator moving closer to me, and I expect you to stop and place it on my pussy, and maybe fuck me with it since my pussy is already so wet. You surprise me by moving the vibe over my head and I wish I could see what you were doing. Then you take the vibe place it in the palm of my hand, the tip of it teasing the palm of my right hand, and then you slide it down my arm. 

You take the vibe off me only when you are at my right breast, and then move away, and walk to the other side of the bed, where you repeat the procedure down my left arm.

Then I feel you sit down on the bed beside me on my left side, the vibe buzzing near my head for only a moment before I feel it on my chest, teasing in between my breasts before you begin working it around first one breast and then the other, raising it up off me occasionally so I never really knew where it was going to touch next, but I noticed rather quickly that you were going to avoid touching my nipples, until you were completely ready to do so.

It didn't take long before impatience began to overcome me and I found myself trying to arch my chest up to you, offering it to you. I hoped that I would be able to cause at least an accidental touch on my nipples. I wanted to say something, beg you to touch me, but the memory of what you had said about not talking unless I wanted to stop kept me from doing so.

I couldn't stop the thoughts from coming about what you would feel like buried deep inside me anymore than I could stop my body from twisting and arching up to meet that touch you had yet to give. Each thought seemed to make me need your touch more, and each need for your touch and still not receiving it, took me to higher points than I would have thought possible.

The teasing toy cock continued its steady buzz, not caring how much it was teasing me all around my chest, lifting off me and touching in a whole new area on my chest. Each time it left me, I missed its vibrations and every time it returned I was frustrated anew that it didn't land on my aching nipples.

Then suddenly, and with out warning I feel something warm close over my pebble hard right nipple. The shock of something warm instead of the vibe I had expected caused me to gasp as if in pain and then sigh in contentment as I felt the tug and release of your mouth upon me.

You tease me like that; first one nipple and then the other, back and forth, kissing and sucking on my aching nipples, while the vibe continued teasing the areas your mouth didn't touch. Occasionally, I felt your teeth scrape over them, each touch of your teeth and mouth sending a burst of heat down to my clit.

You seem to know what you are doing to me, but want to take me higher still and move the vibe down onto my stomach. I feel its vibrations on my lower stomach, just above my mound but close enough for the vibrations to make me try to buck and arch in the hopes of making you go lower with it.

You feel my movements and take your mouth off my nipple saying, "You can't be still. I will fix that. You need to learn patients."

I feel the bed shift as you leave it. I wonder how you will teach me patience and somewhat fearing what would come next while I hear you moving about the room. 

After a while, I feel your weight sit down at the foot of the bed. As you take my left ankle into your hand, you lay the vibe up against my aching pussy, letting me feel it on myself but not enough to take me over the edge in orgasm and I groan once again in frustration at having what I wanted so close, yet still so far away from where I really wanted it.

As you take the other ankle, spreading my legs further and allowing more contact of the vibe upon my swollen clit you say, "Don't cum yet." in a soft yet firm voice.

I shake with the need to cum, wondering if I would be able to hold it back if the vibe were to touch me more firmly, and realizing once again that the fact you tell me not to cum, focuses my mind more on cumming and harder to not do so.

I feel your weight shift again on the bed, though know somehow that you are still sitting there between my now spread open legs. I know you are looking at me, watching me ache for you. I know that the only thing stopping you from seeing my wet slit is the vibe both hiding and teasing me. I wonder what I look like to you, spread open and tied to your bed. "Do you like what you're seeing?" I long to ask. 

Another shift of your weight and with out warning you remove the vibe. I feel your breath upon my swollen clit seconds before I feel your warm mouth closing over my pussy. The contrast between the vibe and your mouth making me wonder how long I would really be able to resist cumming. 

Your tongue slides up and down my wet slit, dragging the wetness up and over clit, flicking your tongue over me as you do. Each touch makes me wish I could buck up against your mouth, for the first time seeing myself tied down as a bad thing, because with it, I cant urge you on the way my body demands I should.

"Do you want to cum now?" you ask taking your mouth up off my clit just far enough that I feel your breath caress me, cooling my wetness.

"Yes" I reply breathlessly.

"No your not, not until you say 'Sir'." you say as your mouth once again covers my swollen clit and your tongue and teeth begin to work it again. 


A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 01



Love it or hate it…..let me know…please :) This is going to a multipart story...And it is rather slow to start..I think you will still enjoy it though...I hope so anyway:)

We had just moved into town and I was desperate for a job. The money that my husband was making at the new job just wasn't helping us enough to compensate for the move. After paying the security deposit and first and last months rent at the new apartment and the money required to have our power turned on, all the moving fund had been spent and still yet we didn't have a phone. The cost of gas was a lot higher here than where we had moved from and I just seemed to get the opinion that the cost of living period was going to be higher.

So, after mentioning my concerns to my husband, he finally agreed that I should go out and try to find a job, at least to help us get settled in this new place. Well if I could find a job that paid at least a decent wage and could find a day care that would take the kids after school for a minimal amount of money.

I did manage to find the day care that at least seemed reasonable, now if only I could find a job that would allow me to work and make a little extra money once the daycare cost was covered.

That was a whole new problem in itself though because not only was I new in town and really needing some extra money, I had been a full time mom for the last ten years. I didn't feel I had very many qualifications other than that, since my past jobs had been based in the fast food chains. I really didn't want to go back to working as a cashier or flipping burgers, plus I already knew that they didn't pay enough to make it worth my while.

So, I went and bought a few different news papers and began my search through them, looking for possible places that I may be of service to someone growing more frustrated each day as I realized that most every thing advertised there was for people with prior experience and other things that made me unqualified for them.

Then, I found an advertisement that a cleaning service needed someone willing to go to other peoples houses and clean up. Well, after being married for as long as I had been, I decided that it would be at least looking into even though I had no professional cleaning experience, figured that a husband and two kids at least had to be some kind of training in that field.

I called them up and set up an interview for the very next day, and then went in to find out about the job itself. The pay was not very good to start with but it turned out that if someone was impressed with your services then that person could hire you and pay what they felt you were worth, more or less just a temporary service. You could easily be sent to hotels and individual houses and they may offer you more money if they liked what you did for them. I figured that I should give it a shot since it would at least cover the day care and give me a little extra money for food and other living expenses every week and the possibility that someone would like what I did and offer to pay more was definitely a good reason to at least try it out for a short time anyway. Worst came to worst and I could still check the papers until I found something more appealing to me.

I was hired the next day and found out that I would be working 5 days a week, Monday thru Friday. My schedule was to be, at least as a start, Monday, Wednesday and Thursday at a nearby hotel where I would receive training on the first day and then be on my own for the most part after that and on Tuesday and Friday would be working for an individual which I was to go and meet tomorrow and find out exactly what he would be requiring of me as far as what I would and wouldn't do.

So wearing my standard issue gray and white maid's uniform that would be my only outfit for the five days a week I was employed with this temp service, I head out to meet the man whose house I would be cleaning up.

I ended up running a little late for our nine o'clock meeting the next day. I arrived fully prepared to explain how I had taken a wrong turn and became lost, but upon arriving fifteen minutes late, I sensed your disappointment at my tardiness so strongly that all the excuses I had been prepared to explain seemed to be just that, "excuses".

First opinion by me of the tall dark haired man in front of me when I showed up was that he was a man use to being in control of things, who would not want to have anyone interrupting the day by being late. The set of your face, albeit not an angry or ugly face just seemed to show that you expected others to do as you said and I noticed instantly that I felt like a child about to be scolded by an angry parent.

Instead, you said simply, "You're late. It isn't always going to be a big issue because when you are here I will be working; at least most of the time so I wont know you was late. If we have a meeting, you need to be on time or I will have no need of your services. You are lucky today that I have time off from work so you did not cause an inconvenience." and then moved into discussing my job of cleaning your house and what was to be cleaned.

I listened as best as I could, feeling still so much like the scolded child, though at no point had you seemed to be truly angry, I felt it inside me that from now on, I had better not make the same mistake again. I wasn't sure I liked feeling that way, but needing this job so much, held me back from saying anything.

I was glad when the meeting came to an end, and I was free to leave without my tardiness being mentioned again. As I walked out the door I took a few shaky breaths to release the feelings that had arose in me while in your house. I somehow felt that things would have gone much more politely if I hadn't disappointed you to start with. Almost felt that if I hadn't been late, there would have been more time for "hello and nice to meet you" and maybe other polite conversation. Instead I was late so, I was not to waste time anymore. I knew also that I would never take a chance on being late again.

Today was Tuesday and my first time going back to clean the house of the man who had been on my mind so much. Part of me wanted to be there cleaning your house and other part of me really wasn't sure that I could handle the job, at least not if I saw you to much.

I arrived there and you were already gone. I was somewhat surprised and also a little disappointed that I wouldn't see you. Shaking my head to get the confusing thoughts out of my mind I began to clean up the house. Starting in the kitchen where there was dishes to be cleaned and sweeping, mopping, all the things that I was use to doing. I was trying to stop myself from thinking about the man who messed the dishes up.

Cleaning the house as I was, it was hard to not to wonder about the man who lived there. To not think about the man whose personal items were scattered through out the house, your shoes placed by the couch in the living room, jacket hanging by the door. 


The next room I was to clean would be the most personal, and I wasn't sure that I really wanted to go there, your bedroom, where everyone keeps their most personal items.

When I am unable to put it off any longer, I head towards that door, ready to do my dusting and change the sheets on your bed or at least thinking that I was ready.

Your room was tidy for a single man a few drawers left open a little bit and the bed looking like someone had just crawled out of it. I felt sure though as neat as the bed was that the only reason it was unmade was because you knew I would be coming to change the sheets.

I tackled the bed first, I couldn't be in the room with that unmade bed without thinking about you being there and I already felt that it would cause me real problems if I didn't get these thoughts out of my mind here soon.

Next was the dusting in the room. I wiped off everything else then got over to the dresser where there were a couple drawers open. I didn't think anything of it. I reached up to push the top one closed and when it was, I happened to glance down into the second drawer.  Inside it were pictures that I could see. Pictures of women in various states of nudity and in various bondage type positions. I just kind of stared for a moment completely caught off guard by what I was seeing. My eyes took in one picture of a woman, lying on her back, with ropes everywhere. Those around her knees were tied over her head holding her open, ropes around wrists holding her hands still, crossing over her stomach to hold her still as if she could get away from the others. A thick rope holding her mouth opened so she couldn't speak.  I slammed the drawer closed as if terrified you would know that I was looking. I then hurried up and cleaned the rest of the room and left your house feeling like I had done something really wrong in seeing that woman tied up like that.

That image stayed with me through out the next few days and today I was going back to your house again. I wanted so badly to see what else was in that drawer but couldn't bring myself to look there again. The thought weighed heavily on my mind, as well did the fact that when I had masturbated yesterday, it was the picture of the woman I had seen that got me wet and got me off. I could see control that her lover had over her while she was in that position, turned me on like nothing else ever had and I couldn't erase the picture from my mind.

When I went in to clean your room again, I had decided that there was no way I was going to look in there again. However, when I got in the bedroom and noticed that the drawer was closed this time, I was very disappointed. 

As I cleaned, my mind kept straying back to what was inside that drawer, and I convinced myself that you would never know if I did take a quick peek when my cleaning was done. That decision made, I hurried around and did the rest of my cleaning, and even checking twice to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Then went back into your room and opened the drawer that had held the pictures last week.

I could tell that you had either been inside it or had at least added new ones; the picture that had burned into my memory was partially hidden now. I pulled her out of the drawer, and then picked up a few more. They were all pretty much the same, only tied up in different ways or to different things. 

There was one where the woman was tied up on a coffee table, hands tied to one end on the legs while her feet were tied to the other legs. Some had various bars holding legs further apart when they were attached between the knees. I even noticed one where a woman was inside a cage naked her pussy towards the outside of the cage and some unknown man had a vibe and was holding it onto her clit while she was completely open to him and unable to escape. There were pictures of women being spanked, their ass red. 

While I looked through those pictures, I felt myself growing wet, the need to cum almost more painful than it was a pleasure. My clit had swollen to the point of aching and I knew that I had to find relief soon. I reached my hand down into my loose fitting shorts and teased my clit while looking at the pictures as I placed them back into the drawer. I hoped that I was able to put them back as you had them so you would never know what I had done.

I lay back on the floor while still holding the one that was in my memory to stay and teased my clit thinking about what it would be like to be tied up as she was. Before long my fingers began furiously working on my clit, trying desperately to make me cum. It wasn't long before I began thrusting my hips up at my fingers and rolling around on the floor, forgetting that I still held the picture in my hand as all thoughts fled with the pulsing of my pussy.

When I finally came down off high, and opened my eyes, I saw again the picture in my hand. Noticing that during my excitement I had accidentally bent the picture just a little bit. I didn't think it would be enough for you to notice but I couldn't shake the thought that you probably would. So I straightened it as best as I could and partially hid it once again, before hurrying to leave your house sure that before my return I would no longer have a job there and feeling somewhat frustrated by the idea that I wouldn't be able to see anymore.

When Tuesday arrived and I hadn't received the phone call saying I was not to return because I no longer had a job, I was certain that my little secret was safe. The weekend had been full of thoughts concerning what I had saw and even back over things that I had fantasized about in the past. My husband and I had often spoken of my desire to try out bondage, but it had never happened. He didn't seem to find the appeal to it as much as I personally did. It was something I had always felt would be amazing, but didn't think it would ever become my reality.

I once again cleaned up your house, trying to do my very best in a small attempt to make up for the fact I had bent your picture on Friday and also to make up for the fact that I was going to look there again. I knew inside myself that I had to look again to see what you may have added or what I didn't see the last time. I didn't even try to deny to myself that I would continue to look until I was caught and then told never to return to your house.

When I was finished cleaning the house completely, I went to the drawer that I knew held the pictures. I pulled it open and was surprised to find that the pictures were gone. Instead, I saw a piece of paper, with my name upon it as well as a rope, a paddle, and a few different shaped vibrators. I knew then that I had in fact been caught and with trembling fingers I reached out to touch the paper with my name upon it.

As I unfolded it the picture I had held in my hand, fell out onto my lap. "I know you were in here. I will take Friday off and you should still come here. If you are not here, I will call and have you fired. How would you explain it to hubby? Show up on time."

I considered placing it back into the drawer to pretend that I hadn't seen the note and just not show up on Friday, but I knew that either way, I had to show up here and you would do what ever you felt necessary when I did. If I didn't show up you would call and I would get fired seeing my absence as a sign I had read the note. If I did show up, you may have me fired anyway but at least I could try to save my job that way.

Unable to think clearly as I sat there on the floor, knowing what was inside that drawer and the pictures I had seen, I hurriedly left your house, still unsure if I would return on Friday.

Thursday I was still unsure of what my choice would be, but the more I thought of it that night the more I knew I had to show up at your house. Part of me even wished that rather than have me fired it would be you that made my secret fantasy come true, but as I thought of that, tears would come to my eyes because I was afraid of the fantasy. It felt as though even if a part of me wanted that, I couldn't admit that to myself; much less have you see it in me.

However, Friday morning, I got up and dressed, heading towards your house, in the hopes that my test was simply to see if I would still show up there and that you would in fact be at work. I pulled into your driveway five minutes early, lest you were there, I didn't want to add onto it by being late again.

When I walked inside you were sitting there. You didn't bother to look in my direction. I stood just inside waiting for a minute for you to say something to me, but when I sensed that you were not going to talk to me yet, I began to clean as usual, trying to pretend that you were not sitting there ignoring my presence. 

I cleaned everything, much quicker than usual, and still reserved the bedroom for last. I stayed near you, in case you decided to talk to me. I eventually decided that the point of today was for you to be there and make me wonder what was coming, but in the end, nothing was going to happen and come Tuesday, things would be normal again, meaning I would come and I would clean, but I wouldn't go looking for things in your room again.

I had just finished changing the sheets on your bed and was putting on the finishing touches to make up the bed. I didn't dare stop making it up when I heard you enter, realizing how inviting a half made up bed can seem to someone just from the thoughts that I personally had now that you were in the room with me and your bed was here. 

You stood and watched me for a minute, I assume letting me wonder what your intentions are once again when I then hear you ask, "Did you enjoy it?"

"What?" I question hoping that the pounding in my chest isn't so loud as to be heard across the room and trying my best to remain casual in the very off chance you were not referring to the dresser drawer.

"Did it make that pussy wet?" You asked as if we were discussing the weather and whether I thought it was warm out today or not. Sure that with the heat in my face from the embarrassment it must be 100 degrees in your bedroom right now.

I decide to try my luck with a little white lie at first, maybe if I didn't enjoy it, you wouldn't put the stuff to use that had been in the drawer on Tuesday so I say simply, "No, I was just curious."

"Is that right? I thought for sure that it had gotten to you."

I hated how you could make it sound like this were an innocent conversation while I felt I was going to surely faint from my heart pounding so much. "It didn't." I whispered in reply though not sure who I was trying to convince of that more.

"Are you telling the truth? I would hate to spank you over something you didn't enjoy but either way; I think you will be spanked, if you want to keep your job."

Shocked by your statement I turn for the first time to look at you, trying to decide if you really meant that or not and seeing by the firm look on your face that I remembered from the first meeting, that you did mean every word of it. I then feel my face growing even hotter at the implications and my eyes began to burn with tears over the thought of actually being spanked.

When you realize that I am not going to speak to you right off you begin again, "So, now that you know that I will spank you whether you enjoyed it or not, why don't you go ahead and at least be honest about liking it? Things will go much more smoothly between us if you are always honest with your thoughts and feelings. You did enjoy it didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." I whisper, feeling like a child for trying to deny it in the first place.

"And, it made your pussy wet too didn't it?"

I simply nod my head yes.

"Say it. What did those pictures do to you?"

"Made me wet."

"I will let that go for now but later I want for you to say, 'they made my pussy wet'."

"Okay." I say simply, unable to figure out what is going on here and why was I having this conversation with you.

"Am I going to spank you or do you wish instead to lose you job?"

I think you must have known how hard that was for me to hear. Now not only did I have to be spanked but I had to tell you I wanted you to spank me rather I get fired. I still couldn't believe that this was happening and now I had to tell you that I couldn't lose my job so I guessed that you could spank me. If I lost the job it would be to hard to explain to my husband what I had done, not to mention that the service would want to know as well, so I had no choice as far as I could tell.

You let me think over my options, limited as they were for a few minutes, before impatiently asking, "Well? Which is it?"

"I can't lose my job."

"Okay so tell me what you want instead."

Blushing red over the thought that I "wanted" to be spanked instead, I whisper, "Spank me instead."

"Okay, that is good. First thing I want you to do is take those panties off. You can leave the uniform on though."




A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 01



"What do you mean? Why do I have to take them off?"

"Well, because I want to know how red I make your ass and so I can make sure that I am not hurting you to much. With panties on I would have to hit harder, in order to get the sound effect I want." I blush even more as I hear you say, "Go to the bathroom and take them off. I will be in the kitchen." even though I am relieved that what ever happens will not be happening in the bedroom where there was a nice soft bed and things could be taken further especially when I wouldn't have panties on.

As I was in the bathroom and taking off my panties, I realized for the first time how much the thought of being spanked had affected me…it went a lot further than simply embarrassing me. I noticed the wetness of my pussy because the panty material clinging to my shaven pussy as I pulled them down and again when I took the panties off my feet and held them to place them in my uniform's pocket. 

I sat down on the toilet and used toilet paper to dry myself, hoping that if I became wet again during my spanking you wouldn't notice. I didn't want to be excited by it but more than that I didn't want for you to know I was excited by the thought of it and I really couldn't see myself becoming wet and aroused while you were spanking me anyway. For the time being, once I had dried myself, I felt safe that I could hide my secret from you.

I left her safety of the bathroom, headed towards the kitchen where you had said you would be. I feel the air on my pussy as I walked bare towards you. Knowing how exposed I would be to whatever you chose to do to me. It was then that I realized that my drying efforts hadn't worked in the bathroom. I could feel the wetness leaking out between my legs as I walked. Knowing the thought of what was coming and the slight concern about it, as well as my legs rubbing back and forth at my pussy, all combined to make my clit swell up and peek between my folds, and gain more stimulation from my walk. I was glad when I finally entered the kitchen and only hoped that I would be able to calm myself before you began what ever it was you had planned.

When I stepped into the kitchen, you turned towards me, and then you reached and grabbed a dining room chair. You turn it seat towards me. I was unsure of what that was for until you told me bend over. 

I stared at you and the chair for a half a minute before you repeated yourself again adding also, "You need to bend over by placing both hands on the seat of the chair. Then we can get this over with."

I stare at the offensive chair as I walk the last few steps towards it. I couldn't believe what I was about to let you do. How would my husband feel if he knew? Is the job really so important that I couldn't risk losing it? Those were just a couple thoughts while I took the last four steps.

When I reach the chair I hesitate just a moment more before slightly bending at the waist. Now that my hands are placed upon the seat of the chair and you are standing beside me, I still can't imagine that I am letting you do this to me. I am also very much aware of the fact that my mid-thigh maid's uniform is now pulled up slightly in the back and is probably tight enough across my ass to show you the indention of where the crack of my ass is at. I also realize that the longer I wait for you to make your move, knowing that you are looking at my ass bent over for you, the wetter I become with the thought that you may be liking what you are seeing.

You step around to my ass and I feel that you are going to start spanking me now. I consider that before it starts, I should just stand up and leave, go to the Temp. Agency and quit before things get completely out of hand. I knew that I will not do that though because to do that, I would still have to come up with the explanation to my husband about why I no longer had a job.

I feel you step in close to me and part of me wants to turn and see what you are about to do, the rest of me, doesn't want to see you as you prepare to spank me. I jump at the first touch of your hand, even though it wasn't you spanking but just a touch of your hand upon my ass. I had been expecting pain though your touch seemed almost to be a caress, catching me off guard.

"Are you ready to begin?" I hear you ask and all I can do is nod my head as the reality of it sets in that I am going to be spanked by someone for the first time since I was a child.

Again you surprise me by touching each hip about mid-thigh where the dress ends and you begin to pull it up. I do turn my head to look at you, though admit that I shouldn't have, because seeing you in position behind me made my clit swell up and ache even more. You reply to the silent questioning in my eyes, "Same thing as with panties. I have to see you ass turn red." as you continue to lift up the back of my dress.

I turn my head back around away from you as my face turns fiery red again wishing that if you were going to do this you would hurry up and get it over with so that I could leave and hopefully never be put in this position with you again.

"What did you do wrong?" I hear you asking of me and I can't believe that you want me to talk while you stand behind me staring at my now bare ass and waiting on you to spank me like some little kid who had misbehaved.

"I messed up your pictures." I say quietly

"Yes, you did. So at least you know why I am displeased?"

"Yes, I know, Just wish there was some other way to make up for it." I say hopefully.

"No, I think this will be remembered a lot longer. Four swats to each cheek and then another round of them, until your ass is red enough for me." You say as your hand zooms in for the first swat catching me on the right cheek of my ass. Not as hard as I had expected but the sound of that first one seemed to echo in the house making it feel much worse than it should have.

The second came quickly after and on the same ass cheek, leaving a stinging feeling as you hand delivered the first swat to the other ass cheek. You moving to the other side surprised me, after the first two on the same side, I had figured it would be four there and four on the other. Another swat landed again on the right side making it three and one and I figured out that you wanted me to wonder where the next one was going to land. It was then three quick swats to the left cheek and the hardest one yet on my right cheek, all happening so quickly that I didn't have time to think between them.

"Mmmmm…your ass looks good red." I hear you say when the first four on each is done causing me to forget the stinging in my ass to blush once again and hate that you cause me to blush so easily. "But, I don't think that it is red enough just yet. I will check though." and with that you place your hand on my ass and rub as if soothing away the sting. 

The caress of your hand on my ass has an amazing affect on me as against my will my body responds to you with a slight bowing of my back pushing my ass up towards your hand, accepting your touch, and my pussy begins to grow damp again with your hand so near to it. I don't want for you to have that affect on me, and I really hope that you won't find out that my pussy is growing wet for you. So I attempt to pull away from your caressing hand.

As I do, you say, "Nope, not red enough yet if you still want to pull away from me." and you quickly deliver four more swats to each one of my ass cheeks bringing tears to my eyes as the stinging sensation grows with each one.

No longer concerned with the fact that my pussy is wet I arch my ass back to meet your hand again while you stroke and soothe with you hand. It feels as if your touch is stinging but also easing the burn. I was enjoying the feel of your hand on my ass until I felt your other hand reaching for my inner thigh, moving upward towards my pussy. It is my embarrassment over not wanting you to feel my wetness that caused me to jerk away from your touch again.

"Still not red enough I guess. I wanted to make sure you were wet. Four more it is." and you began again. This time it was a swat and a caress, a swat and then a caress. Each caress caused me to arch into you only to feel the sting once again. Each of your caresses, making me grow wetter as your hands moved ever closer to my pussy on your caressing. With the last swat from your hand on my ass, the caress you give is your fingers between my legs, teasing my clit.

I arch against your hand with a slight groan of need, followed by a sigh as one of your fingers slips inside my wet pussy. You begin fucking me with that one finger while your other hand rubs my throbbing clit, making me ache for more and deny that need in my mind all the more.

Your touch stops suddenly, and I am not sure whether I am relieved or frustrated by it. "Your ass is red enough for today. I will finish you up another day."

I sense the double meaning in your words and almost want to scream at you to finish it now.



A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 02



I leave from your house after that torn with emotions I cannot understand. Trying to figure out how the heat from where your hand had turned my ass red, made me so wet that it was even now leaking onto the drivers seat of my car as I drove away, since in my haste to escape your house I had neglected to put on my panties. I had feared that if I had stayed, I would have begged for you to touch me more.

I know that when I was there and your fingers were inside me, I would have given anything for you to continue with thrusting fingers and that I would have probably let you use more than your fingers, of which I am reminded of by the ache between my legs proving how much I need to have my pussy filled and by my clit throbbing with the need to be stroked some more. Then at the same time that I realize that, there is a feeling of how wrong I am to have wanted your touches to continue. 

My traitorous mind continues to think about your caresses upon me as I drive to get my son from daycare, and even further into the night as I cook dinner for my family. Upon seeing my husband I feel even more wrong in letting those things happen today, yet I can't deny to myself the fact that the thought of your hands upon me still causes my pussy to moisten as if it had been only minutes since I left your house rather than hours.

Thoughts stayed with me all through the weekend about how you had touched me and made me feel things I hadn't felt before, and I considered that maybe I shouldn't return to your house. However, the need for the job and the confusion over the feelings you had stirred when your hands were on my ass and the wetness flowing freely from my pussy as you did, succeeded in bringing me once again to your house on Tuesday.

I was confident in the fact that with you at work I would be able to put it all behind me and continue on with my job and convinced myself that as long as I did nothing else wrong, then nothing more would come of what happened on Friday. 

Unfortunately, as I convinced myself that nothing else would come of it, I was more confused because I knew that deep inside myself, I wanted and maybe needed it to happen again.

While I cleaned your house, I was very aware of the memories being there brought back, the feel of your hand swatting my ass and then soothing with a soft caress. I could almost feel your finger thrusting inside my pussy while your other hand toyed with my clit. The memory being much stronger now that I was in your house, making me aches for you again. 

To say that the thought of touching myself while there in your house never crossed my mind would be lying, I wanted nothing more than reach down with my hands and pretend that you were the one teasing me again, but to do that would really mean I had to admit that you had an overwhelming affect on me, and I couldn't do it. 

When I go in to clean your room, is when my thoughts really get to me, I find on your bed a note addressed to me. Since I had already been having so many thoughts of you, seeing it brought back memories of finding that first note a week ago, and what I had done in order to receive that first note from you. It caused me to think of the pictures and the overwhelming need that it had brought upon me, and the fact that I laid on your bedroom floor and reached my peak. 

Just like last week, I considered not reading it, but this time I would be unable to pretend that I hadn't seen it. I had to think that you knew I wouldn't go looking again, so you put it in a place that there was no way I could avoid finding it putting me in a position where I had no choice but to read what ever it was you had written inside, so I open it and begin to read.

"Hope your weekend went well. After what happened on Friday, I decided that I wanted you to come here more often. I spoke to the Temp Agency yesterday and they will be speaking with you today. You are coming to work for me full time with a pay raise to ensure that you can't turn me down just yet. You will be here at nine in the morning and so will I, in order to discuss your duties as my full time house keeper and exactly how much of a pay raise I am willing to offer in order to get you here. Remember, don't be late."

As I read, I couldn't believe the nerve of you trying to hire me to work for you full time. Part of me wondering if your reasons were of a personal motive than just merely wanting me to clean your house more often and I decided that there was no way I was going to have a part in that. 

Chance for a pay raise or not I decided that I would turn down your job offer today when I went in to speak with my boss at the Temp Agency. As I left your house and headed in to speak with him, my heart pounded in anger over your assumption that I would work for you full time and also because I realized that my pussy was wet at the thought that I would be in your house every day.

It wasn't until I spoke with my boss, that I realized there was no graceful way for me to get out of becoming your full time employee. I noticed that you seemed to have pretty much sealed the deal for me, when my boss handed me my last check telling me that if I ever needed a job again to be sure to come back and talk to him. Apparently, there is some fee that must be paid before you hire someone from a Temp Agency and you had taken care of that the day before so the Agency had just assumed that it was all taken care of and I was ready to begin my new job as your full time maid. I was to drop off my uniforms the next afternoon, since it had already been discussed that my new boss man would furnish the uniforms I was to wear while working for him.

I left the Temp Agency in anger realizing that you had taken control of my job with out even discussing it with me first. I also hated knowing that I had no choices now except to go along with it and see if there was a way I could get out of this without looking like I was running from all that you made me feel.

That anger at you and the situation I was in carried me through the rest of Tuesday and right up until I was heading for your house on Wednesday to meet with you. I tried desperately to hang onto my anger at you as I arrived at your house and prepared myself to see you once again, but it seemed the closer I had gotten the anger began to fade only to be replaced with nervousness over seeing you again. 

As I walked to your door, even the nervousness seemed to fade to the recesses of my mind and became replaced by excitement as for some reason the last words you spoke to me, "I will finish you up another day" came back to haunt me and I had to wonder if today would be that day.

I stepped inside your house at nine o'clock exactly. I find it funny that even though I had been mad at you since yesterday, I still didn't want to cause more trouble by being late for our meeting. No matter how much I wished that I could have avoided this meeting completely. 

Then I saw you, standing there in your kitchen in almost the same pose you had been standing in while waiting for me to bend over and place my hands upon the seat of the dining room chair. It had the affect of silencing all of my thoughts of anger at you, I was no longer nervous about seeing you, just could feel the excitement of the last time we were both here together. 

Against my will, my body began to respond to you, or at least the thought of you. My clit swelled with the memory of your last touch, my pussy grew damp with thoughts of your finger inside me, and my face grew slightly red at the things my body was going through just standing before you again. I began to really wonder how I was going to be able to get through this meeting with pride in tact with so many thoughts flooding my mind at this moment.

"Care to sit?" you break the silence by asking as you turn the dining room chair towards me as you had done on Friday, making me blush even more at the memory and realize that you had probably done that in order to remind me. 

I chose to ignore it and try to pretend as if it hadn't affected me as much as it had, and accepted your offer with a slight nod of my head and a whispered "yes."

However, I managed to outsmart myself on it, since you continued to stand after I had sat down on the offered chair, forcing me to look up at you as you stood in front of me. It only added to the little girl feelings that I had every time I was in your presence.

"Okay, how much money do you need in order to work for me full time per week? I don't want you to work here and still continue to look for a job and I know the Temp Agency had you working for $275 a week. Tell me now; what will keep you working here?" You begin catching me slightly off guard as I had not expected you to begin there or know already what I had been earning before.

I say the first number that comes to mind, hoping that it will be much more than you had wanted to spend for a maid. "$400."

"Okay, it is done. I will pay you $400 a week to show up here every day of the week, except Saturday and Sunday, though if it is at all possible, I may require your services at some point on one of those days as well."

I had never expected you to agree to that and couldn't come up with anything to say so simply nodded my head saying okay.

"As for the things you will do when you are here, well those will change from day to day depending on what I feel is necessary for that day. You should do as I ask every day regardless of what it may be. Some days I may want you to scrub the floor on your hands and knees or there may be some special little task that I want for you to complete that will be more pleasurable than cleaning my house."

Upon hearing you say pleasurable, my clit began to throb in time to my heartbeat, still leaving me unable to say anything to you so I simply sat and waited to hear what you would say next.

"Though there will be no one here to see you in them, except for me at times, but I want you to dress in a certain way. Until I am able to get you the outfits that I want for you to wear while cleaning, you may wear whatever it is that you choose. I should have you a new uniform by the first of next week if you will tell me what size it is that you need. Do you have any questions so far?"

"No, not that I can think of right now." I say finally finding my voice since asked a direct question and pleased with myself that I could.

"I am glad to hear that. Now I guess I need to explain how this is going to work for the time being at least. Everyday before I leave for work, there will be a note on the dining room table since I won't see you before I leave. Inside it will be what I want for you to do today. If you choose to not do it, I will have you bent over the chair while I spank you again. I am sure that you are wondering how I would know if you do as I ask or not, right?"

"Yes, but I think you are going to tell me."

"You are right, I am going to. One, I want your promise that you will do whatever I ask. Two, in case you decide that I won't know that you broke the promise; I will say that I may have cameras here watching what you do. It may be located in whatever room that I tell you to do it in. One day I hope that it isn't necessary to watch to make sure you do it, but until then, I have to make sure you earn the 400 dollars I am paying you. I wont ask you to do anything that may interfere with your life outside of work unless I need you for something on the occasional weekend and I promise that you will never do anything for me that isn't good for you in the end. Do you have any questions now?"

"Yes, thousands of questions." my mind screams while all I can do is shake my head no.

"Good, are you doing anything this afternoon that will make it impossible for you to begin working for me today?"

"No, I mean I have to take my uniforms to turn them in, but that is all." I say still trying together my thoughts and decide how I feel about the things you have said to me.

"Okay, I will make sure you are done in time to turn them in. For today, we will keep it simple. I haven't asked you to do this before, but I want for you to dust the stuff on that shelf over there in the living room. Take each piece off and wipe it down, then wipe the shelf under it. You are wearing pants and that is fine for today, but I do want you to go to the bathroom and remove your panties before you begin. I wont touch you in anyway you don't want me to, but I do want you to not wear panties while cleaning my house. When you get to my door, I want them off, whether I am here or not. Do you understand the instructions?"

I am shocked that my underwear is up for debate while I am working in your house with you watching me, but still unwilling to disappoint you after you agreed to pay me the amount that I was charging you, I simply nodded my head in answer to your question. 

"No, I want to hear you say that you understand my instructions."

"Yes, I understand them and will do what I can to make sure that I earn my 400 dollars a week."

"Good, now, go and remove your panties and get started."

I turned and went into the bathroom wishing that I didn't have to do it, yet as I walked into the living room, knowing that I didn't have them on and you were watching me, I felt myself growing damp again. 

As I cleaned the stuff on the shelf my pants seemed to caress and tease my exposed clit, making me even wetter and I wondered if you had any idea of what the effect was on me while I wasn't wearing panties and you sat there watching me move around.

True to your word, the next day when I arrived, there was a note on the table waiting for me.

"Hope you didn't wear panties today. In the bedroom you will find a vibrator, I want for you to go in there, pull down your pants, turn it on low and put it inside you, in the off chance that you wore a dress today, you will find a pair of panties on the bed as well and you may put them on, otherwise leave them off. While you have the vibe inside you, I want for you to sweep and mop the dining room and kitchen and then vacuum the living room floor. IF it turns you on to have me inside you for that time, you may go back into the bedroom, lay on the bed and cum with me inside you. That is all for today so enjoy your light work load."

"How can he think I will want to cum with the vibe inside me just because he told me to put it there? This is crazy. No way am I going to let him tell me to put something inside myself like that." I silently ranted, knowing all the while that my pussy was growing wet thinking of putting that toy cock inside myself while I cleaned house, beginning as curiosity over what it may feel like to do that. I also know that no matter how much I said I wouldn't do it, you would know whether I did or not and if I hadn't I would lose my job or worse, have you to deal with face to face again.

After stalling for a little while, trying to reign in the thoughts rushing through my mind, and trying to make myself believe that it wasn't your cock I was going to have inside me but a toy, I slowly headed towards your bedroom. Once again, you had told me exactly what I was to find and where to find it. Laying right on top of the bedspread was a vibe, about 8 inches long and in my opinion 2 inches around. I couldn't imagine putting that up inside myself, since I had never had a man that big buried inside me. I thought for sure you must be crazy to expect me to put that inside myself, and yet soon after that followed the thoughts wondering what something that big would feel like. 

All thoughts of how it wasn't going to turn me on fled as my pussy began to prepare itself by becoming wet and feeling as though it was opening up to accept the toy you had left for me. My legs and hands seemed to develop thoughts of their own as they began to move me towards the bed unsnapping my jeans and working them down as I went. I hadn't worn the panties today so all that stood between me and that toy that I felt would fill me up completely was the jeans and it didn't seem my hands could get them down fast enough.

When they were down below my knees, I reached out with my hand caressing the toy with fingertips before shyly picking it up. I then lowered it to my pussy, anxious to have it inside me suddenly, and slid it between the lips of moist slit, testing the wetness and the feel of it. Spreading my legs as far as my pants would allow me to; I gently insert the head of the toy cock into my wet pussy, marveling over how easy it was sliding in so far even though I could already feel it stretching me.

I reach down turning it on low as you had said for me to do, and continued trying to push it inside me. I could feel it inside me, stretching me, and got it about three quarters of the way inside when I didn't feel that I could take any more inside me. I hoped that it was okay that it wouldn't fit inside me as I pulled up my pants, feeling the slow gentle vibrations deep in lower part of my stomach.

It didn't take long to notice how my pants kept trying to push the vibe deeper inside and my pussy continued to accept it. As I cleaned, and tried to ignore the buzzing deep inside me, I felt it shifting with every step I took, and found it was very difficult to bend or squat cause the forced it into awkward positions inside me. I began to grow uncomfortable, it pushed inside me to far, stretched me to much and the steady vibrations inside me added to my discomfort. Not because it caused pain but it kept me thinking about the cock inside me, reminding me who had put it there, and turning me on that it was inside me far enough to ache.

The more uncomfortable it became inside me, the more I blamed you, and then I found myself wondering why you had to put "Your" cock in me while I cleaned. The more I thought of it as your cock, the more my clit ached and swelled seeking contact. 

By the time I was done with all the cleaning it was, in my mind at least, your cock inside me, stretching me, and also it was your cock that I wanted to cum on. My pussy ruled all my thoughts, I knew that I was more turned on right now than I had ever been before and I had to find a way to cum and I needed to cum on this cock that you had put inside me.

With only a moment's hesitation when I reached the bed in your bedroom, I once again unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs. My pussy was so wet that the toy inside me slipped out landing on the soaked crotch of my pants. The sudden emptiness startled me and I missed it instantly. So I sat down on your bed and hurriedly buried "your" cock once again deep inside me. 

As I laid back on the bed, I began to pull it almost completely out before slamming it back inside me. Each outward thrust left me feeling empty a split second before I marveled over how deeply it could reach inside me. There was no pain from dryness which was usually a problem with my much smaller husband, and so I laid there and simply enjoyed the feeling of my well lubed pussy taking this monster cock deep inside me.

My wetness flowed so freely that it soon coated the whole shaft and leaked further out onto my fingers, making it difficult to continue the thrusting motion. I was so hot and horny, knowing that I was so wet and it wasn't something that was wrong with me causing me not to grow wet when my husband I made love. 

I reached down with my other hand and touched my clit. It was so hard it felt like a little rock laying there and was swollen much larger than usual, so ready to have me touch it that I thought for sure I would explode in a moment if I went to work on it.

I teased myself for a moment, not wanting to give up the thrusting motion of the vibe just yet, but it wasn't much longer until the teasing turned to my fingers demanding that I reach my peak. 

It hit me quickly and I found myself moaning out my orgasm as my pussy contracted around "Your" cock. I tossed and turned on your bed in ecstasy, my body shaking with the effort of the orgasm that just continued to run through me.




A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 02



When I finally came down from my peak, my body was drained by the efforts I had put into cumming and I was slightly embarrassed over the fact I had done so on your bed, and that you will probably watch me do so with that hidden video camera you had spoke of. 

As I left your house for the day though, I knew that it wasn't over and you would probably at some point, want to see more than me on a video camera masturbating on your bed. And even though I wasn't ready to fully admit it to myself, much less you, I knew that I would let you and that it would be as good if not better than what "Your" cock had given me today. For some reason with those thoughts, the embarrassment I had felt faded into the back of the mind and I was just glad that I had the chance to experience it.

The next day, I wondered as I walked into your house, what kind of pleasurable things you may have in store for me today. Upon reading your note on the table all of those thoughts fled my mind and left thoughts of concern instead.

"I think you enjoyed your chore yesterday. I had hoped that you would enjoy it so I am pleased. Nothing special today, just do what you would normally do on a Friday for me if you were still working with the Temp Agency. There is another vibrator on the bed as well as a pair on nipple clamps. I want you to be wearing them all when you arrive on Monday morning. I will be here when you arrive, with your uniform. I have something I need to discuss with you at that time as well. I will see you Monday." 



A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 03



If ever there was a long weekend then surely this must have been it.  Having the nipple clamps and a vibrator in the car waiting until Monday morning when I would wear them as well as have to stand before you and discuss what ever it was that you wanted, filled me with a kind of nervous excitement.  The excitement coming from the knowledge of how my body had responded to that cock inside me Thursday, and the nervousness of knowing I would stand before you while excited by it.  

However, the only part I was truly worried about was the nipple clamps.  I had heard through reading the BDSM type stuff that I had read in the past, that they were really painful.  My nipples had always been rather sensitive and the thought that they may hurt from your clips wasn’t something I enjoyed thinking about.

So it was with some trepidation that I crawled out of bed on Monday morning and showered.  Waiting on my husband to head off to work so I could walk out to the car and gather your toys that were to be mine for this day at least.  Both wishing that he would have to leave early and wishing that he would never leave and also knowing that if he didn’t leave soon, I would have to prepare myself anyway in order to go to work today.

I was thankful when he not only stated that he would leave early for work but would drop off my son at daycare as well.  That would leave me plenty of time to prepare myself for what was to come, or so I had hoped at least.

I decided to wear a pair of jeans with a loose black tee shirt for today.  I figured that the jeans would hide the fact that I had a toy cock stuffed up inside my pussy, and the tee shirt would hide the fact that I had on nipple clips since I wasn’t sure I could wear a bra in comfort with the clips in place.   I threw on a robe and went out to the car to gather my “toys” and brought them in, preparing to dress as you had requested.  

Since I already knew what the vibrator would do, I decided that I would put it in place first.  I wondered as I slipped off the robe and pulled my pants up to my knees if I would be wet enough to slip inside my pussy, or if I would probably have to use some of the lubes and stuff that we used for sex in order to slide it in comfortably.  Remembering my response the other day though, I decided to try it without the lube first.

I slid it over my slit one time, testing my wetness, and then lowered my hand, aiming the toy cock at my opening and gently pushed it in.  It was smaller than the one I had put in there on Thursday and I tried to think that the reason it slid in so easily was due to that, but as I pushed it inside me that last little bit, my fingers bumped up against my pussy and I felt the wetness that had been dripping from me, easing its entrance into me. I couldn’t deny any longer that I was turned on by the thought of having it there, even if I still wasn’t willing to admit that I was excited by knowing you had told me to put it there.

As I moved to pull my jeans into place, I was so wet that it attempted to slip out of me a little bit, and I tightened my muscles around that toy cock.  I succeeded only in it slipping out a little more, forcing me to push it back inside myself, with my hand and then hurrying to pull my pants up further with the other hand while I held it deeply inside myself.  

When my pants were in place and I felt the cock shifting around inside me as I attempted to sit and put on my shoes causing a slight pain as it pushed deeper inside me, I realized how much I had missed not having inside me since Thursday.  It was a very odd feeling for me, to know that my body or at least my pussy, wanted that toy buried deeply inside it to the point that it seemed to grip onto its fullness inside me, holding it as it would a lover.  I decided that was to much for me to begin to understand, so I finished tying my shoes and stood back up, while trying to pretend I didn’t have your toy cock stuck deeply inside me, making me ache from both slight discomfort and also the need to make contact with my rapidly swelling clit.

Not being able to put it off any longer, I reached for the clamps and wishing that I wouldn’t have to put them on.  I picked up one of them, glad that they weren’t heavy because I had read that some had weights attached to them and I really didn’t think that I would want that.  I reached with one hand for it as my other hand pinched and pulled my nipple out a little bit, hoping this was how I was to put them on.  I watched myself bringing this clamp up and closed it over my nipple.  The pressure from the clamp, wasn’t noticeable for the first second, then it seemed to grow tighter upon me, as it realized that the blood flow was lessened flowing into it.  I hurriedly applied the second clamp, not wanting to have to go through this twice, if the ache ever did ease up.

The second was worse than the first because I knew how it would soon feel.  The two of them throbbing at the same time made tears come to my eyes, worsening as I pulled my tee shirt down to hide them, hoping that if I covered them I would be able to take the pressure from them.

I rushed out of the house, in an effort to get to yours, hoping that if I arrived there, you would soon let me take the clips off.  I still had a little ways to go when I realized that I couldn’t wear them any longer.  The pain they were causing was much worse than I had imagined on my already sensitive nipples, so pulling to the side of the road I removed them, both at the same time, figuring I would put them back on at your house.

The sudden removal of them both allowed the blood to rush back into her nipples, was worse than wearing them had been, and tears did flow into her eyes and leaked out a little bit, as the blood filled her nipples again, causing them to throb and swell.  Then the heat set into them, they felt as I fevered hand had been laid upon them, the blood warming where they had grown slightly cold from the lessened flow.  The heat moved through her nipples and her breasts, and moved down into her stomach, ending where the vibe was centered inside her and once again making her hurt with the need to touch herself and cum.

It was then I realized that if I didn’t hurry up, I would be late arriving, and I didn’t want to be late and not be wearing the clips as you had asked.  I pulled into your driveway at nine o’clock exactly, realizing that I wouldn’t have time to put the clips back on I slipped them into my pocket, hoping for a chance to run put them on in the bathroom before you questioned their presence. 

It wasn’t meant to be, you were waiting for me just inside the front door, and as soon as the door was open and I was stepping inside you questioned, “Are you wearing what you were suppose to when you walk into my house today?”

I debate with myself for a few moments, wondering if I can lie and say that I have dressed as told, then realized that if I said I was, then you could easily want proof of it.  I felt that lying to you would only cause more trouble in the end, so I chose to be honest with you and hope to avoid being fired for it.  “I have the vibe in place and I put on the clamps, but I had to take the clamps off.  They were hurting, and I didn’t get here in time to put them back on.  I didn’t want to be late.”

“It is good that you tried, but I said for you to wear them into my house and you didn’t.  You will be punished for that.  You know that right?”

I nodded my head that I understood and said quietly, “Yes, I understand.”  Remembering from the last time that I was in this situation with you, you wanted to hear me reply.

“Okay good, I am glad you know what is coming.  Where are the clamps?”

“Here, in my pocket.” I said reaching my hand in and taking them out, handing them to you as you reached out you hand for them.

“You should have adjusted them so they wouldn’t be so tight.” You said simply as if I should have known about that possibility all along.

“I didn’t know that I could.” 

“Yes, you could have, or you could have worn them as is to here and then I would have helped you with them to loosen them.”

“I think you knew that I wouldn’t loosen them and be able to wear them, didn’t you?”

“Either way, you still neglected to do as asked, and you will be punished for that.” you stated, “But first we have your uniform to discuss.  It is in there laying on my bed and it has a matching set of panties to go with it.  Considering that you will be punished today, there is no need for the panties.  You will go in there and put it on, taking the vibrator out of your pussy and cleaning it up.  Leave my cock on the bed, and come back in here for your punishment.”

It had caught me off guard to hear you refer to the vibe inside me as your cock, but it had sent pure heat and need through my pussy and my body gripped onto “you” at the thought that it would no longer be inside me.

As I turned to head into your room, you said, “Hurry up.  We have a lot of things to discuss today, and now your punishment must come first, so time is limited.  I want you back in here in less than ten minutes or I will come and get you, no matter your state of dress.”

My first thought upon entering your room and seeing my “uniform” laying on the bed was that it appeared to be one of those too short French maid costumes that I would have never considered wearing for anyone.  Yet not wanting to disappoint you further, I hurried to strip off my clothes, laying the vibe on the crotch of my pants where the wetness that clung to it wouldn’t matter since they were already soaked with my wetness anyway.

As I pulled the French maid uniform down over my head and put it into place upon me was when I really found out what this uniform was all about.  There was less material making it up than I had at first imagined.  The top of it was meant to dip down below the breasts and cinch around the ribs, leaving my breasts free to hang and you to see them.  The bottom of the uniform was just barely long enough to hide my ass, but left me well aware that there would be no need to pull this uniform up to spank me.  The panties, I noticed could hardly be considered cover, as they were white lace thong obviously meant to reveal the pussy with its shear fabric.

Figuring that my time was probably almost up, I quit dwelling on the clothes I would be wearing for you and rushed to the bathroom to clean up your cock and to dry myself off where my wetness had leaked out onto my upper thighs. Then back to the bedroom to drop the toy on the bed, realizing in my rush that you had mentioned no matter the state of my dress you would come and get me and almost laughing at the knowledge that it really didn’t matter, you would see all of me anyway. That you had only said that in an effort to make me rush, was my first clue as to how deeply you were trying to get into my head and I rebelled against that thought.  “I won’t let him get into my mind.” I stated quietly as I walked towards the kitchen and my punishment.

When I walked into the kitchen you were standing the same as you had been when I last came into the room for punishment, only this time the chair was already facing seat towards me.  

You patted the seat of the chair as if to say, “You know what to do.” and I stepped towards it, figuring I should hurry and get it over with before angering you more.

I went to bend over and it was then that some items on the table caught my eye.  There was some rope, a camera, and the nipple clamps I had failed to wear earlier laying on the table, as well as what looked to be a paddle, and a gold chain.  I paused, not sure I wanted to know what all those items were laying there for.

It seemed as though you could read my mind, as you said, “Assume the position and then I will explain what all of that is for.”

I was unsure of what to do, but decided to assume position anyway, feeling the air on my ass and pussy as I bent further over and looking down watching at my breasts swinging without anything to hold them.  I wondered how wet my pussy was because of the situation that I was in.  It felt like it was dripping wet, the air caressing it, cooling it, knowing that you could see it if you moved around behind me.

You break my flow of thoughts with your next words, “Your punishment today will be a little different than the last time.  Since you did not wear the nipple clamps as told, you will be spanked and whether you like it or not, you will wear the nipple clamps.  You will wear them while I spank you.  I have loosened them so they wont pinch you quite so hard.” you paused allowing me to breath a sigh of relief before adding, “However, they will now be weighted a little bit from the chain hanging between them.”  

I move to stand up, and tell you that I was not going to let you do this to me again but you placed your hand on my back and pushed me back down onto the chair, and swatted my ass with the other hand, saying, “You won’t get up yet.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I whisper, feeling the sting of that first smack on my ass.

“Since I can see already that there is a risk of you trying to stand up and earning more punishment for yourself, I am going to tie your hands to the chair.  No, don’t move.” you say as I once again try to stand up.  “Your ankles will also be attached to the chair.  You will not move again while I get them and tie you up, if you do, I will spank you more and harder.  Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good, I am pleased to hear that you won’t move again.” you state as you walk around behind me going to the table.  

You first tie my left wrist to the chair, down by the seat instructing me to put my thumb on one side of the bar and my other fingers hanging off the chair and then moving to my other wrist and securing it in the same way.

“Now, loosen up your right leg by standing on your left and let me put the right leg where I want it.  Don’t fight me on it, your wrists are already tied, I will have you in whatever position I want.” You state, causing me to grow frightened only now having realized exactly how vulnerable I was going to be. 

Instead of simply tying my ankles to the chair leg like I had thought of you doing, you pulled my leg to beside the chair, then placed my other leg on the other side of the chair.  Still you didn’t tie me as expected; instead you moved away and got another chair.  I felt that chair bump into the chair I was on, and then you moved each of my legs so I was straddling the other chair and secured my legs to it.

I realized how open I was to your touch, how my tits were swinging, available for your hands or the clamps I knew were to come or my legs being spread so that even though they only had a rope around the ankle, I couldn’t stop you from touching anything with the chair holding my knees apart.  That thought brought and embarrassed blush to my cheeks when I remembered how last time you had spanked me I had grown wet and you had known by touch, surely as open to you as I was now, I knew you would be able to see the wetness glistening already on my somewhat spread cunt lips.

You walked back to the table now that my legs were secured and picked up the nipple clamps, with a gold chain attached between them now and a gold ball hanging from its middle.  I open my mouth to object but you silence me with, “If you say anything I may also have to gag you.  This is going to happen with or without your cooperation.”

You reach with your hand and touch my left nipple, first just running your finger over it, and then using your fingers to pinch and pull on it, forcing it to become a hard little pebble and each tug and pinch sent heat spiraling down to my pussy.  Just as I was really beginning to enjoy your fingers on my nipple, you snapped the clamp down on it making me gasp in pain a moment later, even though I could already tell that you had loosened it up some.  

You move to the other side and reach under me to reach for the chain and other clamp as your fingers begin to work on my other nipple.  I am scared of enjoying the sensation, knowing what will come when it begins to feel good, but your fingers soon have my nipple hardened and heat to once again settle into my aching clit just as you close the clamp onto it.

As you move away from me and head towards the table again, it isn’t so much the tightness on my nipples bothering me this time as the steady unrelenting tug of the weight between them.  Though my nipples still throbbed from the lack of blood flowing through them, it was the weight still swinging slightly back and forth that I noticed mostly.  It wasn’t a really bad feeling.

“Now it is time for your spanking.  You saw the wooden paddle laying on the table I assume, and that is what I will be using this time.  To begin, you will receive five on each cheek, then a short pause, and five more.  Until each cheek has felt twenty swats.”

You delivered the first five on my left ass cheek quickly, barely allowing the pain to register on my mind before the paddle landed again, and then the right cheek was quickly done in the same manor.  During the pause that followed I became aware of the tears leaking from eyes, the stinging of my ass, and of course the ever present, swing on my nipples.  

When my ass was beginning to lose the sting, I felt you hand slipping between my legs, one finger sliding up and down my slit from behind, erasing the thought of my ass burning from the paddle or the insistent pull on my nipples.  All of my thoughts became focused on the pleasure of that finger sliding in between my pussy lips, teasing my clit and I began trying to move to urge you to touch me a little better and help me to cum.  You removed your fingers and delivered the next round of swats onto my ass, catching me by surprise.

As soon as the next five had ended, your fingers went back to my pussy, one pussy dipping into me and fucking me.  Your finger going in as far as possible and fucking me, causing me to get wetter and I began trying to push myself back onto your finger.  

I felt you add another finger, and your two fingers fucking deeply inside me made me groan in need, resisting the urge to beg you to touch my clit and let me cum.

Same as before, your fingers left me suddenly only to bring the paddle down on my already heated ass again with another five rapid swats.

I was sure this time you pushed three fingers into me and fucked me with them, but it didn’t really matter to me, I was so wet that the entrance was easy and the fucking motion of your fingers made squishing sounds on every inward thrust.  It occurred to me that I should be embarrassed over how wet I was, but I was beyond caring; only knowing that I needed to cum.

“The next five will be the hardest ones, and you will not cum until I am finished punishing you.”  You said as the first of the next set of five landed on my ass with a loud smacking sound that seemed to echo through the kitchen.  Tears began to fall freely down my face, even as I felt your fingers touch my clit seeming to hold me still by teasing my clit and the next swat landed.  

The fingers of one of your hands stayed in contact with my clit through out the rest of the swats, and even though my tears flowed down my face, my clit ached for your touches to grow bolder and bring me to my much needed orgasm.

I groaned in frustration and anger when after the last swat landed on my burning ass, you stepped away from me.  I wanted to scream at you to finish me off and let me cum, after all you had said that I could when you were done, but now that you were done, you stopped touching me.

You interrupted my silent thoughts as you said, “I’m almost finished but first, I want to prove to you what I can do for you.  This will also ensure that you will do as I say from now on.  I don’t want for you to decide to leave here one day and not return before I am done teaching you, so this is what is going to happen now.  First, I will take a picture or two, to show you how your body responds to me.  I will keep them here and if you ever decide to run from me, I will show them to someone who I figure wouldn’t want to know you are letting me touch you so personally. Can you think of who I may show?”




A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 03



I nod my head yes, knowing that there isn’t anything I can do to stop you from taking the pictures of me and whisper “My husband.” in answer to your question.

“Very good, you are learning quickly.”  you said as you picked up the camera and moved behind me to take a picture of my red ass and swollen wet pussy then moved up to my right side in order to take a picture of my breasts swaying gently still with the weights and the arms tied to the chair, then one also of my tear stained face, before stepping back away from me to take a picture of the position I was in.  

You went to the table and laid the camera back down before returning to my red and still stinging ass and drove your fingers deeply inside me again.  Your fingers fucked me hard and deep, first on and then two and finally three fingers fucking me, each moment growing faster and deeper, yet not touching my clit enough to make me cum.  When I was again was ready to beg you to touch my clit, you asked me, “Do you want to cum?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to cum.”

“Who do you want to make you cum?”

“I want you to make me cum.” I moaned, willing to say anything to ease the ache inside myself.

“Good girl, here you go.” you stated as your other hand reached around the front of my leg and up circling over my clit while your three fingers continued to fuck in and out of me.  

In seconds, I felt the familiar clenching inside my pussy, signaling that I was going to have a huge orgasm in mere moments.  Then I felt the contractions begin around your still thrusting fingers, as I cried out my release.  

You slowed the thrusting of your fingers, and the caress on my clit, allowing me to come down slowly, but forcing the aftershocks to race through my pussy over and over again.  

When I felt the final shudder run through me, I felt as if I would collapse if not for your hands holding me up by my pussy.

You seemed to sense my draining strength as you stopped touching me and reached to begin untying me allowing me to sit down on the chair between my legs, which I did happily, barely noticing that the weight was still attached to my nipples until your hands reached out and took both of the clips off at one time, sending another stream of pain through my nipples and down to my still sensitive pussy causing another very small aftershock to course through my clit.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you questioned.

With a shy smile and a blush staining my cheeks, I admitted that I had, knowing it would be useless to tell you that I hadn’t.

“Good, I am glad you enjoyed that.  Now for the rest of what I wanted to discuss with you today.  A schedule change that I have been working on at work has come through.  From now on, I will be here every day when you arrive at nine o’clock.  I will be here until twelve.  If I tell you to clean that day with a vibrator stuck inside your pussy, you will do so. If I tell you to clean in your uniform, you will.  Even if I tell you that today you will clean in the nude, as you are going to do tomorrow, you will do so without question. Then when I leave you will be told to dress and head for home yourself.  The fun you had today with your orgasm will not happen again, no matter what you have inside you, or how long you have been naked, until you tell me that you are willing to give yourself to me fully in whatever way I choose.  You will have three hours every day to grow wet and think of what I can do for you.  Any questions?”

“Why me?  Why do you want to do this to me is one thing I have wanted to know since you hired me full time.”

“That is easy to answer.  I knew the first time we spoke that you wanted someone to take control. I could see it in your eyes, your movements when I first suggested you had let me down.  Now, I think even to some extent you know it as well.  However, I cant take more control than you are willing to give, that is why I say that you wont cum like you did today again, until you are mine, without question.  You must submit to me completely and freely, before it will ever go any further.  Does that answer your question?”

“I think so.” I said still not sure I did fully understand.

“Good, I hope so.  However, I will warn you, I am not very patient.  I want for you to give yourself to me completely and I will tease you daily to show you how much you really need me.”




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A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 04



I went home that afternoon as you left for work and could not believe how my body had responded to you. My mind could not wrap around feeling anything as intense as what I had felt when I was tied up and had your fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, while your other fingers teased my clit. Nor could I understand how the clamps that had been so painful when I put them on, had seemed to not matter while my tits were swinging back and forth as your fingers fucked me, even knowing that you had loosened them, I figured with the added weight of them that I should have still been in pain from it.

Then as I think of how badly I wanted you at that time, would have let you really fuck me if that had been your desire, I cant help but think of the things you had said when I asked why you had chosen me. "What did it mean to give myself fully to you?", "How can I know that I should give myself fully to someone?" and "What makes you think that I want or should give myself to you?" were just a few of the questions I tossed around in my mind. 

I also had to think of those pictures you had taken. The thought that you had taken them made me somewhat excited as well as fearful. It turned me on to think that I may one day be able to see myself looking like one of the girls that had been in the pictures inside your dresser drawer, and yet I worried that someone else would see them. I couldn't think of the possibility that anyone but you and I would see what I had let you do to me. 

With so many thoughts running through my mind, I decided that I wouldn't pick up my son from daycare just yet, instead, I was going to go home and try to grasp the idea of what had happened in only three hours in your presence and try to prepare myself for tomorrow when I would clean naked for you. I wondered how long I would be able to remain unaffected by the fact that you watched me, if you kept to your word of having me naked tomorrow anyway. 

I also wanted the time to myself to try and figure out the answers to some of the questions running through my mind. I figured in the day of the internet that surely some site could help me to realize in what way "giving completely" was meant. Was it purely sex that you wanted me to give myself to you or something a lot more serious for us both?

I went home and showered in an attempt to rid myself of the sex smell I thought for sure would still be lingering on me, and began a load of laundry, washing the smell of my juices out of the pants I had worn to and from your house, then finally I logged into the internet to see what, if anything I could find. 

In a very short time I found a few good sites regarding Dominant and submissive relationships and managed to answer most of the questions I had concerning what was going on between us. I began to see that the reason you had for wanting me to give myself to you was a lot more in depth than in most relationships and that even though you were taking control of certain things already, you wouldn't push too hard until I was ready for you to, even if it was only the sexual aspect for now. That was why I had to come to you and say that I was willing. 

I also found several sites where the sub had written about herself, discussing how she had come into the lifestyle and enjoyed it. Things that she would do to please past partners, but with very little return, or how her fantasies often revolved around someone taking control of certain parts of her life; the way she would dress or which room to clean on that day. Just minor things and I began to feel that it would be nice to have a defined set of guidelines for any given day. The more I looked into what they were talking about, the more I saw myself in the things they said.

That maybe even the pictures you had taken, wasn't so much blackmail as it had at first sounded, but simply a means to show me what can happen while you control me. Same as you had already proven to me that when you were in charge, you could succeed in making me cum harder than ever.

By five when I went to get my son, I felt more prepared for what I was dealing with as well as a new excitement over the things I knew you could show me. I looked forward to the start of a new day. Even though I wasn't ready to be yours fully, I still looked forward to the things that may happen, and curious as to what my response to it would be.

The next morning when I arrived at your house and was told to get undressed in your bedroom, my shy insecurity came rushing back at me and I again doubted my mental abilities at letting someone tell me what to do. I of course also doubted my senses when I grew damp with the thought of being naked before you, even though you had already seen all of my secrets; I still felt that I would be more exposed to you. That by eliminating my clothes, there was the possibility that you would find me lacking in some area.

At a slight scowl of your face to which I assumed you thought I would tell you "NO", curiosity finally won out over my thoughts and I headed towards your bedroom to take off my clothes. I tried to convince myself that I wouldn't be that exposed and it was all in my head, and it couldn't be that intimate for you to see me walking around cleaning maybe washing dishes or dusting. 

I didn't realize until I walked back into the kitchen trying desperately to cover my pussy with one hand and my breasts with the other that you had chose to make me expose myself in many different ways to you. 

"Today," you began, "you will clean the bathroom. It needs to be cleaned really well. I want the shower stall and bathtub cleaned, the floor has picked up a stain from somewhere so I would like for you to scrub that, as well as the normal stuff, toilet and mirrors. I think you know what to do from there. I am expecting company this weekend so over the next few days, your cleaning will increase. Everything I think you will need is already in the bathroom waiting on you. I will walk past occasionally to see how it is coming along. Do you have any questions?"

"I don't think I do."

"Good, because I think you need to get started if you are going to be done by twelve."

I say simply "Okay" as I begin walking towards the bathroom, even now not sure exactly how exposed I could become if you happened to walk past at the right time. Of course I begin with the higher up stuff, mirrors, and counter top in the bathroom and quickly realized that cleaning while naked was definitely a unique experience. 

While washing those places and being able to see myself in the mirror, watching my tits sway to and fro with the movements of my arms in almost a hypnotic rhythm. Part of me kept an eye towards the door, both wishing you would walk past and see me in this way and hoping that you wouldn't walk past for fear that I would grow embarrassed again. I wanted to be able to clean the bathroom in a way that would meet with your approval and as I began to work on cleaning the toilet, I began to pretend that you were not going to watch me or at the very least, pretend that I wasn't naked and cleaning your bathroom.

I was beginning to relax and to some extent enjoy the freedom of cleaning in the nude, when you walked into the bathroom, causing me to jump and instantly try again to shield myself from your view. You seem to give a half smile at my shy gesture, and hold out a small radio towards me saying, "I thought you might like something to listen to while you work. If it isn't on a station you enjoy, then you may turn it and find something better."

"Thank you." I whisper, slightly surprised by your offer but enjoying the thought that it would further take my mind off being naked, as I reached out with the hand covering my breasts to take the radio from you. "Should I close the door so the noise doesn't disturb you?"

Laughing you state simply, "That defeats the purpose of having you naked and cleaning if you close me out of the room doesn't it?"

I smile realizing that you had made a very valid point as you turn to leave the room and leave me all alone again.

I quickly find a radio station and go back to cleaning the toilet. Before long I overcame my shyness over being naked once again, feeling that you probably wouldn't be returning, or maybe it was hoping that you wouldn't, and the music began to work its magic. Some of my more favorite songs came on as I was finishing up the toilet and I found myself beginning to move with the music. I would think for a moment that it would be embarrassing if you happened to stop and watch but would quickly let myself go to enjoy the music once again.

Then I began to take notice of different things, kind of like when I watched in the mirror as my tits swayed back and forth, which they continued to do as I cleaned. I also noticed how my legs squeezed my pussy closed or tugged the lips apart as I moved, my ass with its slight wiggle, being unconfined by clothes. It was all very new feelings to be up and doing things while naked, and I began to not even think of you seeing me anymore. 

It wasn't until I bent down to clean the bathtub that I realized how much my movements were beginning to turn me on. As I squatted down, I could feel the cooler air of the house, on my heated pussy. I was surprised with the thought that it would be a turn on and wondered how wet I was truly getting. With my hand I reached down between my legs and checked the wetness I could find there, shocked with the knowledge that my center was almost dripping wet. 

"I told you yesterday that you can't cum today or in fact again until you give yourself to me." You state, causing me to jump into a standing position and blush from what seemed like the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet. I couldn't believe what you had caught me doing, and was about to deny that I had been playing when you turned and left the door way again. The next thought that came to mind was that you had turned your back on me as most would do a naughty child after being scolded and that embarrassed me more than being caught.

Since I am rather short the bathtub presented a whole new problem for me, as it always did but with me being naked it seemed even more so. Leaning in over the side to wash the back side of the tub and the bottom, meant that I had to half climb in. To reach that far, my bared mound pressed against the cold bath tub. I knew that if you behind me at the door, you would surely see my pussy growing wet from the coolness contrasting with my heated flesh since I could feel my clit swelling searching for something to brush against it. 

I considered turning around to make sure you weren't standing there watching me, but decided that if you were, I really didn't want to know. I just decided to try and hurry to finish the tub or at least the part of cleaning it that caused my clit to ache and my ass to be up in the air as if waiting for your hands to spank it some more. Quickly enough that part was done, and I sat back into a kneeling position to wash the outside of the tub, when I hear you question, "Do you grow wet when you kneel like that?"

I once again am blushing, both knowing that you could have seen my earlier position and now had caught me kneeling as I had read subs should do. I wanted to stand up and rebel against the implications, yet couldn't bring myself to do so. Instead, I simply shake my head and say "Kneeling isn't affecting me.", not entirely sure who it is that I am trying harder to convince. Just knowing that my clit is a hardened nub and my pussy is begging for someone to satisfy it. Then I realize that while having to look up at you, my pussy is opening and seems to grow damper as I am able to see the sheer size of you filling the doorway.

"Good, I don't think today is a good day for you to be truly horny and ready for me, too much stuff to do. What is there that you haven't done in here as of yet?" "Just the floor I think that is if it looks good enough to you." I say slightly disappointed that you had said you didn't want me to be "horny and ready" today. "Yes, everything seems fine. Please, continue and we will see if we have time for anything more today before you leave."

In order to not scrub myself into a corner, I had to clean on hands and knees with my ass towards the bathroom door. You seemed to try and make slight noises every time you were near, and every noise you made, be it a cough to clear your throat or a foot step, make my clit swell and ache more. I know that with the movements of the scrub brush in my hand, my ass was swaying before you like a white flag and in my opinion, begging you to touch me.

By the time I was finished crawling on the bathroom floor and knowing you had been standing there watching me for the last ten minutes or so, I was almost ready to beg you to touch my clit and help me cum. My clit was so swollen that I could picture it poking out from between my pussy lips, looking for the slightest amount of contact to send me into orgasm.

"You are all done with the bathroom?" you question.

"Yes, I think so. I got the stains up off the floor, though still not sure what had caused them to be there." I say, forgetting for a moment that I should be covering myself and almost smiling as I wonder if I am growing use to you seeing me naked already.

"I am glad you are finished. It is too late in the morning for you to begin another task today, so how about we go, talk a little bit, and have a drink? I am sure after all your efforts in here that you must be thirsty."

"Yes, I would like a drink. I will go get dressed and then we can sit and talk."

"No, I said we didn't have time for more tasks, that doesn't mean that you should get dressed yet. There is some soda in the refrigerator. Why don't you forget you're naked and go get us both something to drink?"

I blush again, as I head for the kitchen still naked after being so sure that I was going to have my clothes on before I would have to sit down and see you looking at me.

I walk to the refrigerator begin getting our drinks ready, finishing by putting the bottle back in, and then head over to set the drinks on the table. It is then that I notice what is spread out on top of the table and my embarrassment grows as I see myself as I was yesterday. For every part of me that didn't want to see them another part couldn't stop looking at the lust driven woman in the pictures. My pussy swollen, begging to be touched, my ass red from where you had spanked me, my nipples pulled down towards the chair under me, but mainly what really got to me was the look in my eyes as I watched you take your final shot. My eyes showed the passion I had been feeling at that moment, and it brought back to my memory, how much I had ached for you, how much I had enjoyed your fingers thrusting in and out of my wet pussy. 

"Do you like them?" Your question interrupts my thoughts, though not before I feel the same heat building inside me that had been there before. I simply nod my head, not sure I have words to explain what I am thinking while seeing myself in that way. 

"Are you still sure that you are not ready for me? Don't you want to feel that way again?"

I once again nod my head though I wasn't sure which question the nod was answering, so added in a breathy voice, "I'm not ready."

"Okay then, I can wait a little while longer. Lets sit down and have our drinks, and then you may go dress and I will see you tomorrow."

I hurriedly finished up my drink, needing to get away from the proof of what you had made me feel and washed out my glass heading for the bedroom and the safety that my clothes offered to me. I couldn't seem to be away from those pictures fast enough, but they followed me home. The images were burned into my mind, and I couldn't escape them. 

They haunted me all after noon, both teasing me with the thought of them and embarrassing me because I had responded so much. The combined effect of cleaning naked and being turned on it, the pictures, and not being able to give myself to you and cum, had left me continuing to ache.

I considered bringing myself to orgasm when I arrived home, but somehow felt that it would only make me need more. The longer the afternoon went on, the more my needs increased rather than decreased as I had hoped and by the time that kids were finally put to bed, the only thing I could think of was, "I need to get fucked." 

So, I turned to the only one that was available and the only one I was really ready to give myself to. "Maybe he will ease this ache I have inside me." was the next thought running through my head. "He has a cock and I need it."

I managed to drop him all the right signals and he took the bait pretty easily, as I knew he would. 

However, as he made love to me in the same way he has done for the last ten years, little kiss there, a vibe between the legs, pushing almost painfully against me, trying to make me cum from the first touch of it then moving it away when it finally began to feel good. Then last him on top of me thrusting into me just as fast as a man possibly can.

The whole time I was being fucked by my husband, you continued to enter my mind, I began to imagine it was you buried inside me, even though I didn't want to think of you. While my husband thrust in and out of me it was the pictures I saw and your fingers that I felt. When I came it was with thoughts of being tied up like the woman in the first picture I had found in that dresser drawer, only in my fantasy it was you standing over me, taking the picture.

My husband, felt that he had just done something really great for me when I came, since he knows that it rarely happens when we are together and he spoke of us needing to try that again tomorrow night as he rolled over and went to sleep. 

I, however, wasn't as happy as he was about it. Though it had taken the edge off my needs, I still felt that I was empty and in need of something more, and of course I could not shake the guilty feeling over the fact that while he had made love to me, I had wanted it to be you. In fact, I knew if it hadn't been for you in my head, he could never have made me cum tonight. 

It was with guilt in my head that I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of how I had just fantasized about you instead of making love to my husband. As well as the knowledge that tomorrow I would be in your presence again and I was looking forward to it, and what ever task you would provide me with tomorrow.

The next morning, when I arrived at your house, I was surprised to find a short note on the table. "I am in the shower. If you are ready to give yourself to me, come and join me. If you are not, there is a vibe on the bed as well as your uniform, put them on and begin cleaning the living room, I want it dusted and then vacuumed if time remains you will also clean the kitchen counters and floors. You may wear the panties in order to help you keep the vibe in place."

Though it was only a short note, I was wet before I laid it down on the table. The invitation from you was almost more than I could turn down, and yet I couldn't bring myself to walk into the bathroom with you. I went instead to your bedroom, finding the toy I had worn inside me that first time, knowing already what it would feel like buried inside me and of course the uniform I had worn for you to tie me up only days ago. 

I could hear the shower running in the bathroom and thought how all I had to do was go in there, and then I would be satisfied as much if not more than I had been before by you. I knew it came down to my choosing to go in there for pleasure, or put on my uniform and wear a toy inside me, and be left aching later. It was then that I realized exactly what you had meant by "teasing me daily until I gave myself to you completely" and knew that no matter how much my pussy may ache for you every day, I couldn't make it easy for you to get me. I needed to feel that you would at least view me as a strong person and not someone weak enough to give in to just anyone.




A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 04



So my day began, slipping on the uniform, and filling my pussy with your toy, then cleaning house, while the toy cock moved inside me, my tits swayed freely, and the ache in my clit grew.

When your shower ended and you came into the living room, I pretended to not notice you; for fear that if I looked at you my will to resist you would be lost. The harder I tried to ignore you though, the more I could feel your eyes watching me as I moved, knowing that I had your toy cock inside me and watching my tits sway with each of my steps.

I cleaned as quickly as I could, hoping that when I was done with cleaning, you would allow me to dress in my own clothes and leave early today. I wasn't sure if I would be able to take this kind of teasing for much longer without it becoming unbearable and still I couldn't bring myself to admit that I needed the pleasure I knew already you would be able to give to me.

I surprised us both by finishing the living room and kitchen by eleven fifteen and I was about to ask you if I could get dressed and leave early today when you once again asked if I would care to get something to drink. You said simply in explanation of your request, "We need to discuss something concerning tomorrow's tasks."

I thought surely you knew that I wouldn't be able to say no to that, and so I agreed to get us a drink and we sat down at the dining room table to discuss tomorrow. 

Sitting down was an unexpected tease for me, as I sat down on the hard dinning room chair, it forced the toy cock even deeper inside my already wet pussy, and the more I shifted around trying to find a more comfortable position, the more it shifted inside me touching areas that hadn't been touched until now. You seemed to know what I was going through, and yet in no hurry to ease my discomfort in any way by discussing what would happen tomorrow.

I knew for sure that you planned to keep me here for the rest of the time when you began your conversation with, "Did you have a good evening yesterday?"

"Yes, it was a good evening. Yours was well also, I hope."

"It was good, but could have been better. Did you think of me or the pictures of yourself tied up? Did you fuck that husband of yours because of it?"

Unable to lie to you for some unknown reason, I blushed and simply nodded my head, "yes".

"Good, I am glad that I was on your mind so much. I want to be in your thoughts even when I am not near and I want that pussy wet every time you do think of me. My next question is, if you think of me, and I do make your pussy wet, why do you continue to not want to give your pussy to me?"

"I don't know why. I just can't do that yet."

"Okay then, maybe you will tomorrow. Have you ever had anal sex?"

Blushing furiously now, I answer, "Yes, a few times."

"Good, did you like it?" 

I wanted to say how it was none of your business to ask, but sitting there with that toy cock inside me and my breasts hanging out of my uniform and your eyes watching me, demanding that I answer you honestly, I couldn't bring myself to deny you an answer. I whisper "yes." 

"Great, I am glad you are not against having a cock inside your ass. Tomorrow will involve you and I both." You pause allowing me time to wonder how a cock in my ass and both of us being involved should be taken. Then you continue with, "We will both be cleaning up my bedroom tomorrow. I want to move some of the furniture around, and while I move the big stuff, I want for you to move the smaller items and clean as we go. You may wear any panties that you wish to wear while doing so, but no other clothing."

You stop speaking again and several thoughts become clear to me all at one time, you and I in a bedroom, me in only panties, working together to clean and move things around, the toys and pictures I knew from the past to be inside your room and the possibility that I would find them again. Then the ever present question you hadn't answered as of yet, how was my anal sex preference involved.

"One final thing," you began, "when you are thinking of the panties to wear tomorrow. Make sure they will allow you to wear a butt plug as comfortably as possible. You may dress now."

I keep hearing butt plug as I dress and leave your house. Knowing that tomorrow was soon going to be here and that I would have a butt plug inside my ass were both an erotic idea and a terrifying one. It made me doubt even more that I would be able to resist you for much longer.



A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 05



It was the next morning when I really began to worry about not being able to wear the plug as you had said I would. I had finally gotten over the idea of how erotic it would be and the wondering if it would be like when I wore the vibe inside my pussy, and was now conscious of the fact that even though I had enjoyed the anal sex with my husband the few times we did, but it had been so long ago. A toy wouldn't be easy to wear especially if it were a large plug.

I decide to try and ask you for anything other than the plug in my ass for today, and explain to you my concern over putting it there. I know that it may not do any good for me to ask but I feel that I really can't wear the plug inside my ass and be comfortable enough to help you clean the bedroom.

When I arrived and you were silent for a while after I explained that I wasn't sure I could wear it comfortably since anal sex was something my husband and I hadn't done in a very long time, I felt almost certain that you were trying to figure out some other task for me to do instead. Not surprisingly, my fantasy faded rather quickly when you said, "It isn't about comfort, but to let you feel me inside you. Then, you can know what I do to you, and I know that I can have you do it. How long has it been since you last had a cock in your ass?"

"I don't know, probably eight months or so. My husband doesn't really seem to like going there." 

"But you said yesterday you enjoyed it when you had anal sex."

I simply nod yes.

"Well then, today should be fun for you. You will find the butt plug on the bed as usual, there is lube on the bed also, but I wouldn't put much. The plug vibrates, but you don't need to turn it on right now, just feel me for a while, I will tell you when to turn it on. Of course, if you need any help putting it inside you, I will be happy to help." The last said with a grin that seemed to almost be daring me to ask for your assistance.

I wouldn't give you that, no matter how difficult, I will deal with it, I thought as I turned to go towards the bedroom. I almost reached the door, when you said, "Remember, nothing on except panties. Call me when you're ready for me."

I couldn't miss the double meaning behind your words and it sent heat straight through me centering inside my clit as I closed the door to your room, allowing myself at least a few moments of privacy. "Calling when ready for you" sounded like it should be so easy. I was in my own way, getting ready for you, reaching that point of needing you, but still couldn't think of admitting that need to you.

I walked in and as I neared the bed, not only was the butt plug and lube laying there, but various other toys as well. There was the vibes that I had used earlier, the wooden paddle, ropes, everything I had already had used on me was laying there. Each one brought back the memory of when it was used and I felt myself growing wet, wondering if you had laid them on the bed to tease me, knowing that these items as well as you and I would all be in the same room and all I had to do was say yes and you would use them on me again.

I stripped off my clothes, knowing that soon you would see me in only panties and I would have the small plug inserted into the most private of holes. I squatted down, and poured a little lube on the point of the butt plug and took aim for that rear hole, wondering if I would really be able to do this. The lube helped its passage and soon I had pushed it inside as far as it would go. When my hand had pushed it the rest of the way inside, I was struck by two thoughts, one being that as the plug was into place it allowed my asshole to close in a little, which would hold the plug in. The next being how wet my pussy was against my hand and how swollen my clit felt on my wrist.

I tried to ignore it as I stood and pulled my panties back into place, thinking that the panties wouldn't help hold it in with the little catch on the plug, but glad you had let me wear them, preferring that to being completely nude with the little blue plug stretching my asshole. I could feel it stretching me even though it was small as I folded my clothes and put them on the bed, delaying calling you and telling you I was ready for as long as possible. I hoped the burning sensation of being stretched big enough for the plug would fade before you came into the room and we got to work.

Not being able to put it off any longer, I opened the door and called out that I was ready for us to begin. You came in and barely seemed to notice me as you began to explain how we were going to change the bedroom around. 

I couldn't decide if I was happy or upset that you didn't seem to notice my undressed state as I tried to focus on what you were saying regarding the bedroom. I wanted you to look at me, maybe make me feel as if you wanted me, was happy I was doing as you had asked, yet you seemed to not care if I was doing it or not. I was growing frustrated over it, and yet you continued to talk about the bedroom and how you were going to move this and I would clean where it was to be placed and then where it had been moved from.

With out looking my way, you said that I should go clean over by the dresser first on that near empty wall so that we could begin. I walked over and began cleaning, still feeling irritated that you could ignore me so easily, and noticing as I walked how the butt plug shifted inside me, the rubber base making my tight panties stretch over my clit teasing it.

The more we cleaned and I watched you moving things around, the more turned on I became. Watching you move things, seeing your strength and wondering what you could do to me with that strength, and the plug nestled inside me still pulling my panties over my clit, all combined to keep me wet. I began to wish that something was buried inside my pussy; mainly I wanted you buried in there, filling me up. I began to want you to make me cum as you had done that one day, I needed it. I still wasn't sure how to admit it to you, nor was I sure that I ever would be able to reach that point of saying what I needed. Admitting needs was something that I had never been good at, and this was no different.

When all the big furniture had been moved, we decided to stop for a drink. I went into the kitchen and poured a drink, I noticed, without you having to mention that I should. I smiled as I thought of how easy it would be if you would just tell me what to do, just let me go with the flow of it, rather than have me admit to "needing" it first. Yet, I also knew from what I had read that the first part of this whole thing was that I had to admit to myself and to you that I needed you to take control of me.

As you sat down at the table, I placed your drink in front of you, and then took my seat. We drank in silence for a short time, and then you broke it with, "Is it comfortable inside you yet?"

"Well it is better than it was at first, but still not entirely what I would consider comfortable, especially sitting on these hard chairs."

With a laugh at my comment you question, "Is it turning you on to have me inside your ass?"

I am slightly embarrassed as I say "Yes." but not surprised by the question anymore. I wonder how I am becoming use to your blunt questions. Knowing as I do that no one had ever spoken to me so bluntly about sexual related things, not even my husband, yet I was not surprised by your questions or comments and already just slightly shy in my responses to you, seemed an amazing feat for you to have accomplished.

"Good, when we begin cleaning again, I want you to turn it on. I want it turned all the way up."

"Ohhh, Okay, I guess if you want me to turn it on I will."

"If I didn't want it on, I wouldn't have said to, would I?"

Feeling like a scolded little girl just from the tone of your words, my first thought is to say "No, Sir." but feeling that would probably sound silly, I say simply, "No you wouldn't have."

I guess you noticed the thoughts I had flickering across my face because your next question to me was, "What was your first thought?"

I blushed as I replied honestly, "That I had been scolded and should respond with 'No, Sir'." 

"So why didn't you respond with that?"

"It felt silly to say that to you."

"No, it was only silly to not say what you felt you should. If you are going to give yourself to me at some point, I want for you to call me sir and maybe even Master, to prove to us both that you are mine. And you, I hope, will give yourself to me soon. If not for any other reason that what you already know I can make you feel. You want to feel that don't you?"

"Yes," I whisper pausing for a minute before adding "Sir." in an even quieter whisper, still feeling like a little girl in who had done something they shouldn't have and wishing I could find a way to make it right again. Blushing as I called you sir, feeling the word my tongue and how strange it made me feel to call you that. I had only used "Sir" with my husband in the past, always with a little bit of sarcasm attached to it. He always claimed he was right so I would give him a mock salute and say "yes sir", but saying it to you was different, there was no sarcasm attached to it when sitting there your eyes seeming to take in every emotion I was feeling.

In a small way, saying "sir" even though it was so quietly said that I wasn't sure if you heard me or not, was a bending of my resolve. It was during this moment that I knew without a doubt that I had to find out what it was that you could show me. I wanted so badly to tell you that and I was trying to word it so it made sense in my head so I could put it to voice, when you interrupted my thoughts with, "Well, lets finish up the bedroom so we can move onto other things."

As, we walked towards the bedroom, I wondered what you had meant by other things, and knew what I wished those other things would be, but still knowing that before those other things would happen, I had to tell you I wanted it to.

We walked into the bedroom and just before we began cleaning again, you reminded me "Plug should be turned on from now until we are done. I will tell you when to turn it off again."

My acknowledgement is to reach down where the control was held by my panties and I feel it come to life inside me as I turn the dial full speed. The plug's vibrations are soothing to my asshole but the more I feel it buzzing inside me the more I realize that this is going to keep me thinking about it, the more it will tease me, taking me to that high that I only feel when with you.

After only a few minutes I feel the buzzing inside my asshole throughout my pussy, turning me on, I began wishing it was buzzing inside my pussy instead. The thin wall between the two holes, are just thick enough to tease me. The vibrations, causing my panties to vibrate over my clit, just enough to be noticeable and turn me on, but no where near enough to take me over the edge or even close to the edge, just teasing me enough to make me want more.

I wanted so badly to be able to reach between my legs and tease my clit with my fingers while it continued working my asshole, but knew that you wouldn't like it if I tried to do so. 

So, I continued trying to clean, and hoping that eventually I would forget about the little plug massaging the inner muscles of my ass. Knowing that it was a useless hope, as it continued to working inside me, each movement causing my ass to grip it more firmly, the vibrations seeming to reach deeper inside me as I continued to bend and pick things up and move around your bedroom. 

I wondered if you had any idea what the vibrations were doing to me, had you teased someone else in this way and where they able to tell you how much it turned them on. "Would I really want to know if you had teased someone else in this way?" I questioned myself, wondering over the slight jealousy I felt at the possibility, made even worse by the thought that if you had teased them, then surely they had later felt the things that I knew that you could make me feel.

As my mind was filled with thoughts and my ass was filled with your cock, I was wishing so badly that I could just tell you to use all those things on the bed and make me yours, you continued to move around the room, moving this or that so I had a new area to clean up. It still drove me crazy to be here, cleaning your room with this plug buzzing away inside my ass, naked except for panties, and you continuing on as if there was nothing going on. "How could you not notice me half dressed or hear the buzzing that seemed so loud to me?" I wondered quietly, frustration growing with the need inside myself.

The last thing you wanted me to clean was the closet. I really didn't think too much of going into your closet, after all, cleaning your bedroom had seemed like such a personal thing in the beginning and really wasn't that big of an issue now, especially with you in the room and doing your part to help. I figured if there was anything too personal to you wouldn't have me to clean that area. In order to clean the closet there were several boxes that I had to move out of the closet, so I could put them back in place a little more neatly. 

Even that, I didn't think too much of other than it was part of my job for you, to clean it all up and make it neat. Sitting on the floor was the only uncomfortable part of doing as you wanted me to do at that time, because sitting on the floor, shifting forward to get a box, and then back to full sitting position while the plug continued to buzz away inside me, kept it in steady motion. It pushed deeper inside me while I sat and the pressure eased again when I leaned forward. I thought that it began to feel as if I were fucking myself in the ass with every move. My clit having swelled so much in need that it reached towards my soaked panties, begging for more, yet still only being teased by them. 

It was the last box in the closet, the one hidden among all others and I looked at it cautiously, I could tell it didn't have a lid on it, and I was about to ask you if you wanted it out as well, but when I looked around for you, you were not in the room anymore. I naively figured that if there was anything of a personal nature hidden in your closet that you wouldn't have left the room.

Reaching in one last time, I pulled the box out. With it right in front of me, unopened, I was unable to not see what was inside the box. Inside was a note, with my name once again written on top of it. I was surprised by that, feeling that if there were something you wanted to say to me that you had no reason to hide it in a note nor in a box inside the closet. 

However, I timidly reached forward curiosity getting the best of me and pulling out the note, not daring to let my eyes travel further into the box than the note. I opened it and began to read,

"I thought I would surprise you a little, by hiding this for you to find if you had done as I asked of you today. I know that after having my cock inside your ass for the last little while, your pussy needs some attention as well. I imagine it is good and wet for me, needing me inside it. I am also sure you have wondered about the panties though, considering the design of the butt plug keeps it in place so well, and you may have figured the panties were simply to hold the remote. That is true to some extent, but in this box, all the way at the bottom, there is another vibe, I want you to place it inside your pussy, turn it on high, and continue to clean the closet. Start it slowly and then increase the speed. I don't want it to be too much at first. I am afraid it will be somewhat smaller than you need inside you at this point, but that couldn't be helped. You are not to cum, just wear me inside both holes from now until I tell you to get dressed. Have fun cleaning the rest of the closet, I want it vacuumed and all the boxes back inside it neatly, you may leave this box out until last, so that all the toys on the bed can be placed inside it, until you are ready to give yourself to me. If you don't do as I say, I will know that you chose to ignore either the note addressed to you or ignore your duties to me. Either of them will not be looked upon by me as minor. Come and see me when you are done, everything still in place and working."

I sit and stare at the note for at least five minutes after reading it, thinking about how I was unsure I could stop myself from cumming while your cock was buried inside both my asshole and my pussy, both vibrating, and what would happen if I did cum. "Wouldn't the pleasure of cumming be good enough at this point to risk whatever came from it and if I did cum, how would you know that I had?" I questioned myself. I knew I would have to put it inside me, otherwise you would be able to tell that when I told you I was finished cleaning but how would you really know if I had cum or not? Video camera in the bedroom was possible, but I felt I would have seen that during the cleaning. 

Then, I was able to tell myself that I could do it easily, without cumming, since I had never gotten off on just vaginal penetration before. Of course that was pussy only and I wasn't sure what effect having my asshole filled at the same time would do, but still felt that if it did become too much and I found I could cum from that alone, I would do so and just not admit it to you.

I reached into the box, after having made up my mind that I could do this or at least figure out a way to work around it.

The first thing I pulled out was a soft cloth, black silk I thought, as I wondered what it was for. Underneath it, I found a pair of handcuffs, some rope, a bar of some kind, butt plugs that were larger than the one I was wearing, then another black silk cloth like the first one, as I realized more and more that these were toys for sex, and you had meant to tease me further by making me dig to the bottom of the box and wonder what uses there would be for them all. 

Pulling out the second black silk cloth was when I found more pictures, like the ones that use to be inside the drawer, but these women were using things that could have been inside the box, black cloth over the eyes as a blindfold, handcuffs on wrists rather than the ropes, women tied with the bar between their knees, holding them open. Each picture I saw added a visual to the items in the box, each one teasing me with the thought that they were experiencing the pleasure that I could have if only I told you that I was ready. The visual adding to my already heightened need to cum, and had me thinking about the vibe that would soon be inside my pussy.

I hurriedly pulled the rest of the pictures out, finding more rope coiled in the center with another cloth covering up what I assumed was the vibe you meant for me to wear. When I uncovered it, I realized exactly how far you were going to take teasing me. It was one of those vibes I had seen in magazines and porn books that my husband enjoyed looking at. It had the shaft, and then a thing coming off it near the base, meant to tease the clit and was favorably considered by most women as the best pet bunny to own. I had never used one but having read how enjoyable they was, I was sure that I was going to cum and cum quickly, probably be ready to cum again before I saw you. 

I hurriedly pulled down my panties in the need to find out what it felt like inside me. Before inserting though, I tested out each button, seeing what it would do and feeling more and more certain that I was about to have an amazing orgasm once it was inside me and turned on high.

I slid it inside my wet pussy and began the spinning motion of the shaft on low, amazed at the feeling of it turning inside me, rubbing against my G-spot, and curiosity made me jump to the highest speed possible on the rotation. Having it turning inside me and the vibe still working my asshole, I only continued to grow wetter. The turning of the vibe, causing the little bunny ears to slide against my clit, and causing it to swell even more. 




A Cleaning Adventure Ch. 05



Next came the bunny ears control, I started it out slowly, and my breathing increased, as the three sensations combined brought me ever closer to reaching my peak. It didn't take long for me to turn even the bunny ears to high, wanting to finally be able to cum.

With panties still down around ankles, something working inside both my holes, and the little ears attacking my clit, my breathing increased more, and I could feel my orgasm about to take me. Then I saw in my mind the words you had written about how I was not to cum. When the sudden reminder came crashing down on my mind, my orgasm, though still close, was just out of reach. 

I tried forcing myself to cum by holding my breath, forcing more contact with my clit, anything I could think of that may take me over the edge. Yet every time I would get near enough to feel the orgasm was within my reach, I would think of you, of what I was doing, and how it would disappoint you to know that I hadn't done as you said.

Finally, giving up the idea of reaching the orgasm I wanted so badly, admitting to myself that no matter how much I wanted it, if it was something you didn't want, I couldn't make it happen, I held the bunny inside with one hand and reached with the other to pull up my panties.

It was with frustration and a little anger over the fact that you can control so much and an aching clit in need of release that I put the toys back in the opened box, all except for the vibe I wore inside me, vacuumed the closet and replaced the boxes into the closet, placing the open one nearest to the door of the closet and then began trying to prepare myself for seeing you again. I slightly noticed the added discomfort of moving around with the base of the newest toy between my legs. 

I wasn't sure how I could be in the room with the one who seemed to control when I could and couldn't cum without begging for you to let me satisfy the almost painful need to cum.

Gathering up all the courage that I possessed, I leave the safety of your bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, wondering where you had been during the time I was cleaning the closet and annoyed that I was slightly upset that you hadn't been in the room with me. I know that you will like the fact that I didn't cum. I forget for a moment that I had tried so hard to cum and had just been unable to do so.

I found you in the living room, putting on your shoes and I assume preparing yourself to go to work since it was almost twelve o'clock, and really trying to imagine that it had only been three hours at your house, when so much had changed inside me. 

I wondered what I should say to you, unsure, I just stood there and hoped that you would tell me that I could take the toys out of myself and dress to go home, or give me permission to cum. I waited, until you were finished putting on your shoes, waited as you stood and walked around me heading for the kitchen, and still yet as you poured a drink. Wondering why I hadn't been told to get a drink for you, now that I was use to doing so. It almost felt as if I had done badly and was now being dismissed and the thought of that was unbearable to me. Still I couldn't speak, thinking that you would tell me what I should do next.

"Come, get something to drink." You finally say breaking the silence in the room with your slightly commanding voice.

I walk over to the table wondering how I would sit down with this other vibe inside me, and you answer that question before I can voice it. "No need to sit, I can see how that would make you uncomfortable."

"Thank you."

"Did you cum?" you ask with your usual bluntness.

"No."

"Did you want to?"

"Yes."

"And, might I ask why not? What stopped you from doing so?"

I blush as I think of how hard I had tried to cum and in my mind you kept stopping me from doing so, I think of trying to say, "I didn't want to." even knowing that you would see past that little lie. I stop myself just before saying it, and replace it with the truth, "Because you said not to."

"Did you try to cum even when I said for you not to?"

Growing redder and knowing that my answer could still get me into some sort of trouble with you, I respond honestly, "Yes, I tried, but I couldn't stop thinking of how you didn't want me to. I couldn't cum."

"Good girl, I am glad you were honest with me about that. I stopped you even though I wasn't in the room from cumming and you still won't admit that you are mine?"

"No, I am beginning to think that I am yours. I am scared of what that means though." I say quietly wondering how I have found the courage to admit this to you.

"Does that mean you are ready to give yourself to me? In what ever way that I want you to?"

"I think so, but again scared and unsure of what you mean."

"It means that you are ready for me to satisfy the need that is inside you, that you are ready for what I have to give you. It means that you are willing to let me gain pleasure from you in what ever way I choose to do so. It may be that I want to spank you or tie you up, or cum in your mouth, you have to say you are willing to let me do those things to you, for my pleasure and you will gain pleasure from giving it to me. It will be unlike anything you have experienced so far. I think you are happy already that you didn't cum when I told you not to, was happy when you were able to do any of the tasks I set before you. You knew I would be happy, and you were happy. This is the same thing; only you give yourself to me completely, to use your body in what ever way I want to. Do you want that?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"I need more than that. Tell me what you want, in your own words. I will promise that I will not hurt you in any way that is life threatening or long term. We can work out the other details soon. When you decide to give yourself to me, I will tell you a word, and after that, if at any point if it becomes to much for you or you simply want it to stop, you say it and it is done, we stop right there."

"Okay." I say simply, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

"What is okay, what do you want?"

"For you to show me what I can feel. I want to be yours if only one time."

"Okay, I don't think one time will be enough for you to find out what it means to give yourself to me completely, but as discussed earlier, if you are to give yourself to me, I at least want you to call me Sir. If you say yes then from now on, I am Sir to you if not yet your Master. Master comes with respect from you and should only be used when you mean it. Are you mine?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Good girl. For now though, you may get dressed and clean up the toys put them in the box in the closet and get the toys off the bed and put them there as well. Tomorrow I will show you what it means to be mine. I have to go to work and I want for you to go home and think about the commitment you are making to me, don't pleasure yourself in any way today just think of what you are agreeing to. Tomorrow, if you still want, I will make you mine."

"Okay, but may I ask a question?" I question wondering how it was possible to still have both vibes working inside me and discussing what we were, yet the discomfort of not having come wasn't as bad as it had been.

"Yes."

"I am not supposed to be pleasured today. What happens if tonight my husband wants to have sex? He rarely can leave me satisfied, but I can't just tell him no either."

"In that case, you just think of me while he is inside you, and what I will do to you and make you feel tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir."

You left for work, leaving me to think of the quick conversation we had just shared and the last three hours that had changed so much between us while I cleaned myself and the toys that had been used on me and thinking about what would happen between us tomorrow when I would become yours.



A Cleaning Adventure



Your slight reprimand makes me feel bad because I had forgotten so quickly and your mouth upon me making me need even more to cum. I hoped that you would ask me again quickly so I could make up for forgetting the first time.

You were not so easily pleased though, as you continued to push me ever closer to my peak, yet not saying I could cum, forcing me to hold back the feelings that were building inside my pussy. You would take me right to the edge where I felt that I would cum with or without permission, and then you would back off, allowing me to come down for a minute, before taking me right back up. 

I was laying there spread out on your bed with you teasing my pussy with your mouth and I was shaking with the need for my release when you finally raised your mouth off me and asked me once again if I was ready to cum. I didn't have to think about it as I said "Yes, Sir." and heard you finally give your permission to do so. 

With your permission, I was cumming almost before your mouth touched me again, my body jerking up to meet you as well as the ropes holding me down would allow. My pussy contracting as waves of pleasure swept over me and your tongue continued to flick over my clit until the last of my orgasm shuddered out of me and I lay there limp from the intensity of it. 

I lay there, trying to force my breathing to settle in the aftermath of probably the strongest orgasm ever for me, and I feel the bed shifting as you get off of it and I wonder where you are going to now.

You don't keep me wondering for long before I feel you climb up onto the bed up near my chest on the left side. I almost laugh when I turn my head in your direction as if hoping to see you while I am still blindfolded. Those thoughts fade as well when I feel your lips close over mine, and I taste the slight tang of me on your lips. It barely registers before I feel your tongue demanding entrance into my mouth. Then I focus only on the feel of your tongue sliding between my lips, your tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth as your cock would pump inside my pussy. I had the thought of how it seemed that your tongue wanted to know all the secrets of my mouth, like some explorer in new territory and I found myself trying to suck your tongue deeper into my mouth, giving your tongue a blow job, matching the thrusting motion of your tongue with my hips. 

Although I had just cum and thought I wouldn't be able to do so again, I could feel myself becoming aroused once more with the implied thoughts your tongue was sending to my pussy. 

I was disappointed when you pulled your mouth away from mine, but only for a minute when I felt your cock against my lips. I wondered for a moment when exactly you had taken off your clothes, but the need to please your cock gained my attention to quickly to dwell on the thoughts. I opened my mouth eagerly waiting on the moment when your cock would take possession of it. 

You didn't keep me waiting but with controlled speed you began to push your cock into my waiting mouth. I had never enjoyed giving oral sex but found myself almost hungry for the taste of you. I wanted your cock as deeply into my mouth as possible, and found myself trying to suck you further in when you seemed to stop moving forward. I was filled with the taste of you, the smell of your cologne, and the sound of your breathing above me and the feel of your cock upon my lips. I wanted so badly to be able to reach out and touch you; with sight being deprived I felt that I needed to touch you. With hands tied to the headboard, I once again realized how confined I was and I wished they wasn't there at the same time I was glad that I wasn't able to be free since with them being tied all I had to do was feel. There seemed to be a freedom in the fact that even though I was tied, being able to just feel what you did to me and knowing that I didn't do anything you didn't want. 

When you pushed further into my mouth I welcomed you inside, when you pulled out of my mouth, I teased you with my tongue, and as your pace increased so did the force with which I sucked on your cock. 

When I realized that you were going to probably cum inside my mouth, I knew a moment's hesitation. I had never sucked anyone off before, and I worried that maybe I wouldn't like it if you did. Knowing that I couldn't stop you from doing so, lessened my concerns about it when I considered that since I couldn't stop you, we both had to just see what would happen. With that thought, I began to once again just focus my mind on what your cock was doing to my mouth and I felt your thrusts increase, as I heard the vibe once again come to life and then felt you place it on my clit focusing my mind on what it was doing to my pussy, and almost forgetting that you were about to cum inside my mouth.

I am sure I began to suck harder on your cock as you began to thrust even harder into my mouth, the vibrations centered on my clit, making me desperate to cum again. 

I hear you commanding, "Cum for me" as your body stiffens preparing to fill my mouth with your seed. The demand and knowing that you wanted me to cum with you turning me on even more and sending me over the edge once again as your cock emptied itself into my mouth, and I tasted the slight saltiness of your cum for the first time.

I knew I wanted to taste you again even before my body stopped shuddering from my second orgasm of the day.

Later, you were laying beside me both needing for our breath to come back to normal; I feel your hands stroking me. Your hands touching my side, my legs, anything within your reach and I find myself enjoying these caresses even though they weren't meant to turn me on. I took it as a comforting gesture from you, maybe saying that you had enjoyed it and the way my body responded to you. 

Though, knowing that you seemed happy with me had its own effect on me. It made me feel empty since as of yet I still hadn't felt the power of your cock inside me. I couldn't shake the idea that if you were like my husband, I wouldn't feel you inside me today, and I was disappointed that I had chose now to make you cum inside my mouth.

It was then that I considered how you hadn't given me much of a chance to say no to sucking you off. The problem with me being tied up was that I couldn't stop you from doing what ever you chose to do at any moment. I couldn't help but smile when thinking of it that way, realizing for the first time that if I hadn't been tied up and letting you have me as you wanted, the bad thoughts about how I may be left not feeling you inside me today would have come a lot sooner maybe, and I wouldn't have ever felt the orgasm that you had given me, simply knowing that you were cumming inside my mouth.

My concern over not being able to feel you inside me today seems a real possibility when I feel you shifting beside me and then you touching my wrists and untying them. Then you untie my ankles and I fear that it means you are done with me, and the aching emptiness inside me will not be filled today.

You surprise me by saying, "Turn over." but I do so immediately and do as you say quickly still when you tell me to get onto my knees.

I wonder what you see and if you are standing behind me looking at my pussy from this new angle, maybe looking at my ass remembering that day you spanked me and finger fucked me so well. The thought that you could be thinking of those things began to turn me on again, though I had felt sure that it wouldn't be possible for me to become aroused again so soon. I also wondered why you had placed me into this position since you had already cum. I even began to wonder if maybe I had been wrong and done something I shouldn't have and now maybe you were going to spank me or something else entirely, to show that I had done it wrong.

Still wearing the blindfold, I wish desperately that you would talk to me or touch me, anything to ease my fears that I had done something wrong. Instead you continue to just look at me, I assume.

Since I had been so caught up in the thoughts racing through my mind, that I failed to listen to your steps and find where you had gone it takes me by surprise to feel your hand touching my right hip. Your touch is soft, still caressing me, and it once again has the effect of easing my mind, allowing me to focus on just feeling what you do to me as your and moves around cupping my ass and your fingers move lower into the crack of my ass, and between my legs, causing my clit to once again swell and throb before moving your hand back up to tease my ass once more.

Your continue doing that to me, hands teasing ass, switching between right and left ass cheek and fingers reaching down to tease my swollen clit, each touch making my body respond to the point that I begin to wonder if my wetness will begin to drip down onto the bed between my legs. I am so caught up in the steady motion of your fingers and hand, that it doesn't register in my mind that you lift your hand off my ass and bring it down rapidly on my ass, filling my ears with the sharp slapping sound and making me call out "ouch", before going back to repeat your steady teasing caresses on my ass and pussy.

I imagine you almost laughing at my response to your smack on my ass, and I wish I could see your face and assure myself that you weren't laughing at me. I think that we both know the swat hadn't been painful, but had merely surprised me so much that the first instinct was that it did hurt. I wish I could do it over again, and not yell out, but part of me thinks also that you knew I would call out and that maybe you had wanted that affect on me and that even now, you were preparing me to respond with that again by teasing me, and allowing me to feel the steady rhythm of your touches again.

Even though I tried to expect your next slap to land on my ass it still surprised me and made me call out again when your hand quickly lifted and delivered two stinging swats, on to each ass cheek and my body to jerk when your hand went quickly between my legs to tease my clit. 

I felt you next move up onto the bed, and then moving around so that your weight was on the bed, between my legs and I wondered once again what you must be seeing from there. "Can you see my swollen clit, begging for you to continue your caresses" or "maybe you can see the wetness forming around the opening of my pussy as it waits for you to be inside it", "is my ass slightly red where your hand had landed?" were the thoughts that filled my mind. 

I wish that you would tell me that you like what you see or that you like my responses to your touch, enjoy the wetness flowing from my pussy but you continue to swat my ass and tease my swollen clit and I have to take that as a sign that you are enjoying me.

I feel your weight shifting again behind me, and soon after I feel your cock bumping against my ass and then as you shift again I feel it nestled between my legs. Not yet inside me, but the heat of your cock nestled against my wetness almost making me call out for you to bury yourself inside me. Instead of calling out, I simply enjoy the fact that you are there. I slowly move my hips, as if trying to ride the cock that isn't as of yet inside me and wonder if this is just another idea of yours as to how to tease me.

Then you shift your weight again, and moment later you move forward, pushing your cock deep inside my pussy. I sigh as if in relief to have you filling me up and you pause letting me enjoy it for a moment before you pull yourself back out of me almost as quickly and I move my hips back towards you as if begging for you to be inside me again.

I somehow know that you are smiling now at my response to you, that I need you so much as you slowly slide your cock back inside me. This time there isn't anything quick in your approach though I wish that you would speed up and take me to the orgasm that my body so desperately wants to have. Your slow and steady strokes keep me on the edge of orgasm and I wait for some sign from you that you want for me to reach it.

I get it when you speed up your thrusts and I feel your balls bumping my clit as if they are trying to tease the orgasm out of me every time that your cock is buried at its deepest inside me and though I had never reached my peak in this position before with out help, I felt as though this time I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming. 

After only a few more steady stokes of your cock thrusting in and out of me and your balls steady bumping on my clit, I feel my pussy tighten down on your cock as if to hold you inside me. Rather than letting me hold you still you increase your speed, thrusting into me harder and deeper and faster and my pussy grips tighter onto your cock as I my body strains to reach orgasm. For a moment I wonder if you will tell me that I can cum and I hope that you don't tell me not to. With your cock filling me so completely, I need to cum more now than I have ever needed that release before. 

You reach around and find my clit with your fingers, moving them in steady circles over my clit and I know that I can't take too much more of it before I will cum. My pussy cinches down even harder on your thrusting cock, and I hear you tell me "Yes, cum for me" just as the first wave of release courses through me and I call out my release. I feel my pussy releasing its hold on you allowing you deeper inside me, only to close on your cock again holding you there. Wave after wave of orgasm crashes over me and it seems the more my pussy tightens and releases around your cock, the more your fingers work my clit and the deeper your thrusts go, holding me there so I am sure to be thoroughly sated when it is done.

When finally I feel as though I can't take anymore of your fingers driving me on, you ease your caresses on my pussy. I wonder if you had managed to cum with me and regret that I didn't pay more attention to you. You pull your cock out of me and I almost fall on the bed, not realizing until that moment how worn out I was from the orgasm that you had just given to me.

You urge me with your hands to lay my chest further down on the bed by pushing down on my upper back. I wonder what more you wish to do. I feel your hands move down to my ass, where you caress and then lightly swat again and it seems almost as though we are starting over and I wonder how much more I can take.

We continue this for a few minutes, and even though I'm tired and I hadn't believed that I could become aroused again, your hands soon began to work their magic on me. The heat from you hands on my ass, bringing a renewed heat to my pussy. I feel you shifting on the bed and then the weight of you on the bed moving off and I wonder where you are going. 

I hear you moving around the bed while my ass is still in the air as if it was an offering to you and then you tell me to lay on my back once again. I do so without question, almost thankful that I can lay down and rest for a moment. 

Rest didn't seem to be on your mind, because as soon as I had laid on my back, you took my right leg and pulled it up and a little to the side, then I felt the rope in the bend of my knee and you putting a loose knot around to hold that knee to the side. Then you move around the bed and do the same thing to the other leg, opening me up to your view once again. Next you lift my hips up off the bed and position a pillow under them, making me feel even more exposed. 

I feel the ropes at my knees, and wonder if they will leave a mark on me and realize that though they may mark me, it won't be as noticeable as the mark you have already made on my mind. 

I lay there and wait for you next touch as you get back on the bed, once again between my now widely spread legs. You keep me waiting a moment for your touch and my clit swells in anticipation, knowing you are so close to it once again. Then suddenly without warning you bury your cock deeply inside my pussy once again causing me to moan loudly in shock and pleasure. 

While your cock is buried deep inside me, you surprise me by touching my face and then lifting the blindfold off over my head allowing me to see you once the light no longer hurts my eyes. What I see in a glance is you above me, my knees spread obscenely to the side and held by a rope, and the view of me in this position is the most erotic image that I could have imagined. Then you begin to move inside me again and I am almost over come with the sight and feel of you and all thoughts of what I must look like fade. 

You pull your cock out of me and place the head at my ass hole and I worry that you won't be able to fit there without lube. I force myself to try and relax the muscles of my ass wanting to give you what you want yet fearing that it will hurt without extra lube.

Soon I feel the head of your cock pushing into my ass and me stretching to accommodate your swollen shaft. There is a burning sensation that grows more as your cock continues its steady penetration of me and I wonder how I can take it more yet I can't help thinking about how wet my pussy must have been in order to lube you up enough for you to go this far into me without help. The further inside me you go the more I feel the burning stretch of my ass and the fullness that every little bit you slide further into me gives.

When I guess you are about half way inside me you pick up the bottle of lube from beside you on the bed, and I smile in slight relief that you won't fuck me without extra lube to help. Some part of me knows that if your wish had been to hurt me there is nothing I could have done to stop it and I am touched that you hadn't wanted to cause me too much pain.

You quickly poured some lube on me and it runs down soothingly over my asshole still stretched tight around your cock and then you pull your cock out a little bit then push it back inside me, lubing up your cock and inside me as you go. Each time your cock enters just a little further than before and though it still burns a little, the pleasure of feeling you inside me, filling me up, keeps me from dwelling on the thoughts of the slight pain I feel.

It doesn't take long until your cock is buried as deeply inside of me as possible and I am savoring the feel of you paused there for the moment before your cock begins its withdrawal. It seems you pull almost all the way out of me and you pour some more lube on me cooling me, and then you are buried once again deep inside me, causing me to gasp in shocked pleasure/pain at the sudden move. That sets the pace for the next few minutes, you slowly pulling out only to push back into me quickly as if not being able to bare being outside of me. Each time you enter me and I feel the fullness of you inside me takes me again towards wanting to find my release again.

I was you thrusting your hips forward and pulling them back, wishing for a little more contact with my clit to help send me over but not wanting to ask you to touch me for fear that you may stop what you are doing to me. Then your thrusts become quicker, taking less time on the pulling out and then thrusting back into me deeply only to pull out again a little quicker. I think you are about ready to cum so I attempt to thrust my hips towards you as much as the ropes allow me to, in the hopes of reaching my own release again while you are still buried inside my ass. 

I groan in frustration over not being able to move with you, urging us both over the edge and I guess you realize my need, or maybe I said something to make you touch me, but soon after your thumb was on my clit, massaging it. As I feel your cock swell inside my ass on your release, and the heat of your cum fill my ass, you tell me once more to cum and at your words I feel my orgasm rip through me.

I fell asleep as soon as I came and when I awoke I was untied and you were telling me that I could get dressed now since it was about time for me to pick up my son. When I stand to get dressed, I feel the body aches of someone who had been fucked good and hard and I can't help the shy smile that crosses my lips. As I dress I try to think of what I should say to you and words fail me. A "thank you" simply doesn't seem to be enough though I feel that after what you have shown me of how good it can be I should be saying it. When I am finished putting on my clothes and leave your room I can't help knowing how different things are going to between us if I continue to work for you, but not sure that I would want things to end here after what you have given me.




A Cleaning Adventure



You are sitting at the table with a drink for us both. You are already dressed yourself and we sit there as if nothing had happened today while drinking. We finish the drinks and I take the glasses and wash them trying to delay leaving until I can figure out the right thing to say to you.

It surprises me when you are the first one to speak, as I am getting ready to leave. You say simply, "I go back to work tomorrow, so tomorrow is back to the regular routine."

I say the first thing that comes to mind considering all that we had shared, "Yes Master." And I walk out the door wondering what tomorrow will bring.