1 comments/ 17221 views/ 0 favorites Handy Andy By: im_invisible69 --------------------- Finally after twenty three years it's time to change jobs to something Andy wanted to do. Starting tomorrow, he gets to wear jeans and a tee shirt and his largest clothing issue will be to ensure he doesn't have "plumbers butt" when working. Andy completed all his planning and now finally gets to be happy working as a handyman. He was so very excited to actually have enough work lined up to fill his first two months completely. He'd been working as a handyman part-time for about a year, loving it. Finally he felt confident enough and made the jump. All of this was running through his mind as he made his way to a new client. He had surveyed the job last week. They wanted some remodeling done in their kitchen, new tile floors, carpentry work to fix their cabinets and new paint. Mr Hughes had been his only contact, providing all the instructions. Mr Hughes was very specific in what he wanted done, the type of tile to use, paint colors etc. Andy had seen two children running around, and since they had stayed out of the kitchen assumed the mother was somewhere close keeping them distracted while we talked. Andy's wandering mind wondered who would answer the door when he arrived, expecting it to be Mrs Hughes, figuring Mr Hughes would be at work. He was surprised to find Mr Hughes at home, not that it really mattered. Andy took the opportunity to check that the supplies he had with him would meet Mr Hughes requirements and after a few last minute changes, was left in the kitchen to get to work. He was working for about two hours before he found out he was not alone in the house. --------------- Jen Hughes was pondering over how to change her relationship with Matt. How was she to take charge of things like the counselor recommended? She used to be a take-charge kind of gal back in high school and college. Then she met Matt, and slowly over time found that she had given all of herself over to him and then as they came along, the children. She had deferred all but the most simple and personal decisions to him, and didn't like the way it made her feel. So, she had found a counselor. Matt was supportive. He had fallen in love with her because she was his partner, or at least that's what he said. Only time would tell, if and when she plucks up the courage and self confidence to begin taking back her life. She recognized that she had to move slowly with Matt. Their current relationship had developed over the dozen years of their marriage and couldn't be changed in mere days. So, now she was look for opportunities to interject herself and her opinions. She found it was very uncomfortable. The years of not being responsible weighed heavy. Then, she tested the waters by suggesting a paint color for the kitchen up-grade and a simple look from Matt had frozen my tongue to the roof of her mouth. She nearly fled the room, instead with butterflies threatening to make her ill, she screwed up her courage and suggested a different tile arrangement and actually got the words out before losing her nerve. Matt looked at her with amazement, and considered her suggestion for a second before going back to his plan. It was a small step. She had gotten the words out, and had gotten Matt's attention, at least for a minute. Fear and frustration almost overwhelmed her and for the third time that evening she pushed herself to find the courage to speak up, after all the kitchen was HER domain. So she quietly pushed her tile suggestion a second time and Matt actually agreed that it would look good and could work. YES!! She let it go at that, even though she had a many more suggestions to improve the kitchen. She kept repeating to herself, to take it slow, take it slow. A few days later the handyman arrived to discuss their plans. She heard them talking in the kitchen, Matt's comfortable voice and then the other voice. Something about that other voice tugged at her. She couldn't tell why or what it was, she just felt it. She kept out of sight, playing with the children, keeping them out of the kitchen, yet staying close enough to overhear the entire conversation. She nearly burst with excitement when she heard Matt describe her tile pattern. She'd done it! Her excitement coupled in her mind with the throb of this other man's voice. Then, suddenly the meeting was over. Over the next week, she was surprised how much she just wanted to hear that voice again. And those thoughts confused and frightened her greatly. Finally, Monday came and with it that voice. She heard Matt answer the door and heard his voice again. She almost went directly down stairs yet physically held herself back. She didn't want to see him, to hear him, with Matt there, and that thought was scarier than all the fantasizing. She fell boneless into the chair in the reading area of their large master suite, thinking about what was going on. She was tense with excitement; here was someone that didn't know anything about her. He has no history with her, no preconceived notions of how she was supposed to act. And all she wanted to do was to continue to redefine herself. She stood up and with a spring in her step, she went downstairs to meet the voice. When she got downstairs decided she'd better check things out before jumping forward with her loosely defined plan. Jen quietly walked toward the kitchen and paused to look to see him before he saw her. He was a normal looking guy. No way to tell how tall he was since he was kneeling on the floor. His balding head was shaved close and she realized that he had a nice head shape. Oddly, with shaved heads being in fashion, she'd never realized that difference before. Yet, with him, it worked. He was a bit overweight, not ready for competition in the "Biggest loser" TV show and yet he also wasn't a toned Adonis; just an average guy. She noted his deft movements, fixing the spots that had bothered her all these years, and wondered what his strong looking, large hands would feel like. Jen shook herself in surprise. She couldn't believe she just had that thought! What was going on. Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. The next thing she knew she was standing in the room. He heard a small noise and jumped up in surprise. His surprise almost made Jen cry out in reaction. She didn't expect him to be startled like that. It took nearly a full minute before Andy's racing pulse slowed down, and then it started racing again because he had a chance to really see her. She's a bit shorter than him. Andy guessed about 5'4" darkish hair which she had up in braids and the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen. Even her glasses looked good, framing her beautiful eyes, rather than hiding her face. It doesn't stop with her face either, she's slim, though still wonderfully curved so there was no question about her being a woman. She exuded beauty from the top of her head, to the tips of her pedicured toes. "Wow, you startled me. I didn't realize anyone was in the house. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you. I'm Andy, and I presume you are Mrs. Hughes." Andy said, sounding stupid and babbling to himself. He held out his hand in greeting, and she responded in kind. For Andy, when their hands came together, a jolt of emotion passed from his hand right through his body and out both the top of his head and the souls of his feet, electrifying his entire body in one instant. Andy couldn't have let go of her hand if it had been on fire. And the way his body was heating up, it might as well have been. Jen almost closed her eyes in reaction, though instead was riveted in place by his golden brown orbs. She couldn't look away. She was completely captivated by him and instead of her normal obsequiousness, she replied confidently. Jen wanted to impress him, she felt like she did when she was younger, strong, confident, and even sensual. Jen was shaking inside with emotion as she said, "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you. If I had, you'd know it." Her laugh seemed strained to herself as all these emotions fluttered through. "It's very nice to meet you Andy. Please don't let me interrupt your work." Her voice practically melted him, when she spoke. He had this innate desire to just please her so he could hear her voice again. Jen realized at that moment that she had not let go of his hand. She suddenly felt like she needed to distance herself a bit, to maintain her budding confidence. So, she let go and had him get back to work. He stood stunned for a second more then moved back to his hands and knees to repair the worn spot in the floor with leveler. He noticed she didn't leave, and glanced over toward her. He didn't look up much, not wanting to be staring at his employer, so all he could see was her toes. The thought of how beautiful her feet were flashed through him and he almost messed up the work as his mind wandered to much more intimate thoughts. Jen's mind wandered thinking about how nice it was to touch him, to hear his voice and very nice to watch him as he worked. She found that she didn't want to leave, so she just stayed out of the way and watched him. She also noticed him continuously looking over and noticed that every once in a while a bit of flush would show on his neck. At first Jen thought it was from his work, then after a while she realized that the redness would follow a glance then would diminish. She was sure he was unaware he was blushing. She didn't understand why her mere presence would make this strong, grown man blush like a teen from a small glance. Though Andy certainly didn't want her to leave, it was odd having her standing there watching. He kept stealing glances over to her alternately being self conscious at her scrutiny and delighted with her attention. Finally, he completed the floor repairs. Andy stood up, stretched and looked around, it all looked good. Suddenly, he stood up and stretched. Jen realized at that moment, he was fairly attractive, about 5'7" since he was just a bit taller than herself and shorter than Matt. As his hands stretched toward the ceiling and slowly released back to his sides all she could think about was having those long arms encasing her, those large hands caressing her. Damn...what is going on. And she knew that she was suddenly blushing. With the feeling of heat creeping over her face, Jen realized that he was having similar thoughts of her, that's why he had been blushing. OH MY, he finds me attractive Jen thought to herself in an epiphany. Jen haven't felt this sexual power in so long, she almost fell from the sudden weakness in her legs. She started wondering what would happen...no, she quickly moved away from those thoughts as she felt a tightening in her belly and a bit of extra slickness between her legs. She wanted him so bad right then. Yet, she couldn't just give in. Her mind locked onto a single train of thought. How should she act, if she wants to maintain control, to maintain her strength? How would she have handled this situation 15 years ago, before Matt? Then Jen knew how she wanted to proceed. She was frightened by the feeling of glee within herself, and more frightened by a possible "bad" reaction by Andy. She had to risk it though. She absolutely had to find a pathway to change her behaviors. And he was about to become her unsuspecting testing ground! With a glance at the clock, Andy realized that the morning was gone and he was well into the afternoon. He suddenly felt a bit dizzy and knew he needed to get something to eat soon. On the drive in, he had spotted a local pond and decided to go enjoy the sun while he ate his salad and re-hydrated. "I'm going to go get some food, suddenly I'm quite hungry." Andy said to Mrs. Hughes. "I'll see you in 30 minutes then, enjoy." Jen responded. Andy was surprised to hear her dictating his lunch break. He decided to let it go, after all she was the boss and 30 minutes would be long enough. He wanted to get going on the cabinets. He would have eaten right there, however, he found he definitely wanted some time away from this beautiful woman. Some time to cool down, perhaps some time to fantasize. "Yes, Ma'am, thirty minutes it will be." Andy said with a smile as he left the kitchen, and then the house. Jen was startled that she had dictated his lunch hour. She had no idea how that came out of her mouth. She'd been thinking that she didn't want him to leave and almost offered to make him something to eat, just to keep him from going. Instead, she directed him to take a short lunch. The oddest part for her, was that it all felt so right. That for her to tell him he only had so long, her commanding him in this small way, empowered her. She felt great, and then was nearly jumping with excitement when he agreed so heartily. No argument, he happily accepted her lording over him. Now if he is late...no don't think of that she schooled herself. He will obey her in this. Then her mind started spinning in circles as she was thinking of other ways she'd like to have him obey her. A small orgasm swept through her and she cried out startled. WHAT was going on? Where did these thoughts come from and why were they so potent within her. She decided she didn't care, she just enjoyed the feeling. AHHH...she jumped as the doorbell rang. 30 minutes was over already?? She didn't even get anything to eat. Andy left the house and felt heavy footed. He didn't want to leave. It was so bizarre. He got into his truck and instead of driving the two minutes to the pond, checking out the locals sunning themselves and swimming, he stayed right there and ate in the truck. He absolutely didn't want to be late. As he bolted his salad down, barely tasting it, he couldn't stop thinking about wanting to be back inside, working, stealing glances at her, having her watch him. He was done with fifteen minutes to go. Then he almost got up and went back in, and decided not to. She had said thirty minutes, so he'd take the entire thirty minutes. Instead, he put on the radio and tried to sit back and relax. He then realized that the song on the radio lasted exactly 3 minutes as he kept looking at the clock with time standing still. Finally, an eternity later, Andy bolted from the truck. Exactly 30 minutes after leaving he rang the doorbell, his pulse racing in excitement. Jen checked the clock as she floated to the front door to let him in, exactly 30 minutes. She smiled to herself, good, it's starting out well. Her face still held a ghost of the smile as she opened the door. "Please come in Andy. The floor seems complete, what is next?" Jen asked. Andy was thrilled by the small smile he saw on her face when she opened the door. That coupled with her lovely voice nearly addled his mind. Luckily, he answered automatically because the question was work related. "Now comes the repairs to the cabinets, followed by the painting, and I will finish with the new floor. I suspect it will take the rest of the week, Mrs Hughes. I hope that isn't too inconvenient. You will be able to continue to use the kitchen, with the exception of when the tile is setting. Just let me know if I'm in the way, I'll move to another part of the job if possible." He explained. Jen heard only the timber of his voice, as this was the most he'd ever said to her, and that he'd be here for the entire week. The specifics of the work he was doing was unimportant to her. She just wanted to continue with her plan. She wanted to just jump in and start directing him, and there was a part of her that very much wanted those directions to be very personal in nature. Andy was back down on his knees again working on the lower cabinets. He was becoming very enamored with this position, looking at Jen's beautiful feet and shapely legs. He'd check out each cabinet slowly, while checking her out. Jen was hungry and made herself a light lunch. While she moved around she watched Andy's eyes following her as he continued his inspection of the cabinets. She decided it was time to exert her primacy again. "Excuse me Andy, are you working or checking me out? You don't have my permission to be staring at me like that. Keep your eyes on your work." Jen chastised him. OH MY, he thought, not only was he caught, he'd made her angry with him. All sorts of terrible thoughts crashing through his mind nearly un-did him. He stayed on his knees and looked up at her pleadingly, until she'd told him he didn't have permission to look at her, when he immediately averted his eyes. He felt his whole body flush in shame, and begged her forgiveness. "Mrs Hughes, please, please forgive me. I know I should be more professional. I don't know what is coming over me. I will not look at you again. I'm so very sorry." He said with total sincerity. Jen was on the verge of another orgasm and worried that she'd become so wet he'd be able to see her excitement as he knelt in front of him. His flush and his tone, not whining, that would have turned her off, but begging of her forgiveness. She knew then and there, that this was exactly what she desired. She was so turned on by watching him on his knees, averting his eyes, she could no longer contain herself. "I'll forgive you this once. A second offense will be dealt with most harshly. Am I clear?" Jen said sternly "Yes, Ma'am." Andy replied softly. Jen was shaking with desire and had to take care of it right away. She decided to make this most difficult for Andy so instead of going up to the privacy of her room, she used the bathroom just off the kitchen. She closed the door and took a couple of very deep breaths, trying to compose herself. Leaning against the door, her hands started caressing her now dripping pussy through her sweats. She shifted her hands inside of the elastic waistband to stop herself from completely soaking the fabric. As her hands caressed herself through the thin fabric of her panties her legs gave out. She slid to the floor, legs splayed wide as her fingers played their well practiced game of pleasure, quickly bringing her to another minor orgasm. She didn't care about anything except completing the huge orgasm that has been taunting her for so long today. One hand opened her wide as the other hand dipped into her soaked pussy. The fullness of her own fingers almost finishing the job, and then she started caressing her clit, every once in a while delving deeply into herself to wet her fingers and to feel the wonderful feeling of fullness. It never crossed her mind to worry about the noise she was making, as a matter of fact, when one particularly loud moan escaped her lips, she decided to be particularly vocal. The thought of being able to discipline him was what drove her to the most explosive orgasm she'd had in years. Her cum sprayed from her, instantly soaking her sweats and the rug beneath her. She cried out loudly in total abandon as the orgasm consumed her entire world. Andy felt sick to his stomach as Mrs Hughes left the room. All he could think about was being told to stop work and then having his name crushed just as he was starting out. He heard the bathroom door close, and then with shaking nerves he restarted checking the lower cabinets for split wood or other issues. Then he heard something, was she crying? Had he upset her so much that she was crying in the bathroom? That though bowed Andy completely to the floor. Unable to work, hardly able to think, he knelt on the kitchen floor, trying to figure out what words he would use to recover from this disaster. Then he heard her again. Only this time her cry sounded more clearly. She wasn't sobbing, she was cumming. Andy sat up straight, all thought cleared away. Silent to ensure he could hear her again if she made any other noise. This time she was even louder and if there was any doubt the building moans punctuated by a particularly poignant cry was unmistakable. Handy Andy "Mistress, may I please go to the bathroom?" Andy softly asked. When Jen mumbled something in what Andy took as a response he got up and went into the bathroom that yesterday she had been in. He sat down, actually having to use the toilet to void his bowels and more importantly to stroke himself to an incredible orgasm, finally! Jen was no longer on this planet so intense was her orgasm. She now understood the comments she'd heard when she was younger regarding being sent into orbit. She had thought she had experienced it during her life. However, today set a new standard, one she never imagined possible. Slowly she came back to her body. She heard his voice and thoughtlessly mumbled something unintelligible. A few seconds later she heard the bathroom door close. That small "snick" of the latch catching, caught her attention. Suddenly she was totally back in the now and was very tense. Though she didn't immediately know why. Then it hit her. She jumped up, nearly slipping on the cum puddle around her feet and made her way on jelly legs to the bathroom. She had to be in time was all she could think about as the burst through the door. She was mesmerized by his hard cock nestled in his hand. The way it glistened with pre-cum, the deep purple color, the veins pulsing, all of it was so wonderful. She wanted it to be thrusting deeply inside of her. She absolutely didn't want him to continue! When the door burst open Andy stopped statue still. His eyes were wide in surprise, looking exactly like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. "What exactly do you think you are doing?" She nearly screamed out. "Ummm..." Andy stammered guiltily. "I did not give you permission to use my bathroom to cum. I did not give you permission to cum anywhere. Let go of your cock right now! Stand up and get back to work! Now!" Jen commanded. Andy was totally shocked. So shocked he complied and his hard-on actually started deflating in response. He pulled up his pants, very aware of the pain in the testicles, and made his way back into the kitchen. He realized he still had to use the toilet, and decided to not as for permission because he didn't want to anger her further. "Mrs Hughes, I need to bring these tools to my truck and get my painting gear. It is time to paint your cabinets. May I please go?" Andy asked meekly. "Yes, and I will be watching you closely. Be sure you do exactly as you said. You have to get moving, you promised my husband you'd finished painting the cabinets today." Jen said. Jen watched Andy move his tools to the truck. When he began he was walking with a slight limp, which elicited a small chuckle. After a couple trips he was moving normally and quickly. The next thing she knew, he had draped the counter, and was removing the cabinet doors. He laid out the doors on a second canvas and started painting. Jen was impressed with the quickness and cleanliness of his performance. She remembered back to when she had painted a room and how slowly it seemed to get done. Within an hour, Andy had finished the first coat and she gawked at how much different it looked. Now she was excited about the renovations and could begin to see how wonderful it was going to look when it was completed. As Andy stood up and stretched, Jen impulsively threw her arms around his neck from behind and thanked him for everything he was giving her. "Thank you so much, for all you are doing for me." Jen whispered into his ear. Andy melted as she wrapped her arms around him. Her voice in his ear was soothing and the feeling of her body electrifying. And just as suddenly as she embraced him she was gone. With a very deep breath, Andy started painting the second coat on. He figured he'd be done in another hour or so. He carefully painted the doors so they would dry while he painted the cabinet facing. He reflected on how nice and fresh the white looked and saw with his mind's eye the new wall color, seeing how great the room was shaping up. He started to collect his painting gear, put the brushes into a sealed bag for later cleaning and generally cleaned up. "Mrs Hughes, may I please collect my gear and put it back into my truck?" Andy asked. "Yes" Jen replied quietly. Jen realized her second day was all but complete. It's been a wonderful day, an erotic day, a day of growth and experimentation. Yet Jen wanted more. As she was watching Andy paint she could see his hard cock in her mind. She found herself staring at his crotch imagining his cock sticking out again. Then she'd imagine him filling her. There were many times she almost stopped him to fill this incredible hunger. Yet, she didn't. She didn't want the questions that Matt would raise if Andy fell too far behind. She was so hungry, she almost took him with the thought of saying that he was just a slow worker and didn't because she didn't want Matt to fire Andy thus losing everything. So instead she squirmed in her chair, watching him paint her kitchen, all of her other tasks completely forgotten. As Andy was cleaning up, she realized she needed to get ready for her children's return home and then her husband's return. As she looked up, she realized Andy was done cleaning up, and standing quietly in front of her waiting for her to notice him. "Mistress Jennifer I'm done for today. May I have permission to depart?" Andy asked with a bit of sadness in his voice. Jen thrilled at his still playing his role and the feeling within her. She was saddened to have him go, especially with the great hunger she had within her. However, she also knew she had a bunch of things she needed to get done, so she let him go. "Yes, and you will be here at the same time tomorrow." Jen purred. The evening for both Jen and Andy was confused. There was one part that wanted the night to be over so they could continue the relationship they've developed over the last couple of days. Then there were their families who didn't treat either of them any different so they were back into their old roles. This affected Jen much more than Andy. For Andy, he just went home, was with his wife and children and had a great night. For Jen however, she was becoming re-acquainted with her strength and wanted to start reasserting it right away. She was somewhat successful with the children; after all they are more flexible to change. Yet with Matt, she found she was having a more difficult time remembering to go slow. The next morning Jen heard the doorbell ring and nearly jumped out of her skin. Today, Matt had an early meeting and wasn't able to drive the children to school as was his norm. Jen thought she could trust Andy in her house alone, and she didn't want him to be alone, she wanted to be alone with him. She heard her eldest yell upstairs that the workman was here, so she yelled back to let him in so he could get working. After a few minutes, Jen came downstairs, dressed in a skirt and blouse. She didn't think of them as particularly sexy, just some of her everyday clothes. However, she very nearly blushed when she caught Andy's hungry eyes following her. She bustled the children out the door and told Andy she'd be back in a while as she had a couple of errands to run. Andy was very nervous as he approached the door. He dreamt of Mrs Hughes and her drenching orgasms all night long which with her edict that he couldn't cum anywhere, was making things very achy. He wasn't sure that she realized she had given him this direction, nor that he would actually abstain until she allowed him some relief. Yet, he figured that he was playing along, so why not. Besides it may surprise and please her to demonstrate such attention to detail. Then, she treated him as if he wasn't even there. She barely glanced at him, as she practically ran out of the door, mumbling something about being back later. Oh well, at least I'll get some work done now, Andy thought to himself, feeling dejected. So, he packed all of his painting gear into the kitchen and started painting the walls with the new color they desired. He started out moving slowly. Though as the room slowly started transforming he became more engrossed in the work and forgot he was feeling quite so bad at his Mistress pretty much ignoring him. Perhaps that was what he'd deserved? Had he done something, or omitted something to cause her to not want to even look at him? He didn't think so. He did his best to drop that line of thinking and just concentrate on the job. He knew it would look good and was very pleasantly surprised to see just how great it looked with the cabinets newly painted as well. He kept looking at the clock wondering how long she'd be, then he realized he'd completed the first coat of the whole room. He thought, well let me get this done and I can start on the tiling today, perhaps finish up early on Friday and be out of her way. He was midway through the second coat when he heard the door open and his heart started beating quickly. Jen was operating completely on automatic as she drove the children to school, made sure they all entered the building safely, then went to the store to by the necessary groceries etc. It was also the day to go to the cleaners and get Matt's clothes for the next week as well as a few other errands that couldn't be put off. However, no matter what she was doing all she could think about was her wonderful handyman working in her kitchen. She thought that she remembered today he would be painting the walls, so she imagined him painting. She imagined him bending over the counter to paint the wall. She imagined him stretching to reach the ceiling. She imagined him kneeing on the floor painting the base of the wall. She even imagined him painting in the nude and became instantly dripping wet. She then made one more stop to get a couple things that she had dreamt about last night, things that she'd never imagine herself using. Things she'd seen once in a video that she and a boyfriend had watched years ago that still had the power to make her squirm. Finally she was home! She grabbed up a couple packages and headed for the door. She made her way inside and stopped dead as she walked into the kitchen. He was stretched toward the ceiling just as she imagined he'd be. She started to breathe shallowly. She noticed the new wall color and was amazed at the transformation. It looked wonderful. Then, she started becoming angry. "What are you doing? Can't you see me standing here, and you don't move, you don't help, you don't even say hello?" Jen said, starting out low, becoming louder as she became angrier. Andy immediately put the paint roller into the pan and went to his knees, abasing himself at her feet. "Please forgive me Mistress Jennifer. I thought I was not to be seen or heard today as you said nothing to me before you left." Andy countered talking into the floor. Jen beamed inside. She had plotted and plotted and figured this was the only way to craft the next few things to come out the way she wanted them. It didn't matter how he was acting, Jen was going to become angry. It just had to go that way. She set the bag in her hands down, and extracted a collar and very long leash. Andy played along so well, with his face pressed into the floor, he never saw what was coming next. Jen grew wet again as she put the collar around him, buckling it in the back. She then quickly snapped a very long leash to the collar. With him kneeling at her feet, collared, her holding the leash, she went weak in the knees. She did it. Andy was very surprised at her outburst and more surprised when she collared him. The collar was a very visible sign of their relationship, and it made him feel odd. It also made him feel good. She was thinking of him when she left. She had gotten this specially for him, to claim him in a way. He had to shift about a little bit as he started to harden thinking of his Mistress. "Mistress Jennifer, thank you very much for the gift. I hope that I am able to deserve your kindness and attention." Andy said sincerely. Jen never wanted a man as much as she wanted him that very second. She couldn't speak, she couldn't even move for fear of falling. She just stood there smiling. Then, she thought of the groceries still in the car. "Come with me." She directed, not letting go of the leash. Andy got up as quickly as possible so the leash wouldn't pull tight and followed her out to the car. He carried the groceries inside in two trips, each being led outside then back in by his Mistress. He found he quite enjoyed doing these little things for her. When they were back inside with everything scattered around the counters, he thought that he wanted to get back to finishing the walls. "Mistress Jennifer, may I please continue painting. I am approximately half complete with the final coat of paint." Andy asked. "Yes, get to work!" Jen demanded. "No wait", she countermanded. "Remove your clothing, you don't deserve clothing." Andy was flabbergasted. Work in the nude? He was instantly hard and totally embarrassed. He looked at her placid face incredulously. "Excuse me Mrs Hughes? What do you want me to do again?" Andy stammered. "You heard me, undress now and get back to work." Jen demanded. Andy was at a critical moment. Did he want to throw it all in? He thought for just a second, and realized this was happening much like his most erotic dream last night. So, slowly, carefully, Andy removed his clothing, folding them onto a chair and then with his semi-erect penis bouncing went back to work. He was very nervous and terrifically excited all wrapped into a tight ball of emotion. He had to concentrate very carefully on his work or he was likely to paint the window or countertop as the wall. He felt his cock sliding along the chair rail as he reached toward the ceiling. It was the most bizarre experience to be working like this. Then, he noticed her following his every move by her reflection in the window and decided to really play it up. Andy extended all of his movements and made sure she was able to enjoy his cock whenever he turned to get more paint. He found in that moment that being a sub could be very enjoyable in the ways he could tease his Mistress. Jen was jumping up and down inside when Andy actually complied with her direction. It was obvious that he was as excited with this experimentation as she was. She had a very hard time putting away the groceries as her eyes were constantly drawn to his body. The movement of the muscles in his back as he painted the wall, the way his butt tightened and released, and the muscles of his legs, all were a wonderful symphony of movement that fascinated her. She finally got everything put away and sat down to watch him in earnest. The most exciting was the times he'd move and she'd get a glimpse of his cock swinging. Then, he started making even larger movements, painting larger areas and turning to the side more often. She appreciated his show so much she almost reeled him in right then. Instead she slid her hand into her skirt and slowly teased her pussy while watching him move. Time had stopped for Jen, she was so intent on watching her handyman work while teasing herself to the edge of orgasm. So she was quite surprised when Andy put down the paint brush and started moving toward her. He knelt down in front of her, looking up into her eyes, she noticed again how beautiful his golden brown eyes were. She realized that he was waiting for her. "What do you need?" Jen practically purred. "I have completed painting your room. May I have permission to clean up my painting supplies, then redress so I may bring my supplies to my truck. Lastly, it's nearly 1:30 pm, may I have something to eat?" Andy asked. "No you will not get dressed, yet." Jen stated surprising herself both with her demand and with the strength of her voice. She then extended her dripping fingers to him, "This is what you will have for lunch." With obvious excitement and desire he took her small hand in both of his and sucked her fingers into his mouth. With extreme attention to detail and as much erotic desire as he could display he slowly sucked every drip of her cum from her fingers. At first he sucked on both together, then he paid special attention to her index finger, sliding it in and out of his mouth, sliding his tongue along it, questing everywhere including under her long fingernail. When that finger was done, he moved to her middle finger, sucking every slippery, tasty drip off. As he moved around, sucking her fingers he watched her face, looked deeply into her eyes. Jen couldn't believe the feelings she was having. She'd been on the edge of orgasm from her slow tease when Andy was painting and now having him suck her fingers off affected her in ways she'd never experienced. She always knew she was tactile in nature, however, never had she expected his lips, tongue and teeth to affect her this much. His attention and teasing kept her on the edge of orgasm. As, he swallowed her middle finger, his tongue snaked out and licked her palm she actually went over the edge and her body started rocking with a small orgasm. She couldn't breath. She couldn't believe it. He stopped sucking her finger and the orgasm started to release its grip. Then, with a smile he again stuck her finger deeply into his mouth sucking and teasing her with his mouth, lips and tongue and she again started climbing over the edge into orgasm. She pulled her hand from his grip, breathing heavily. Andy was surprised by the forcefulness used when she pulled her hand from him and wondered if again he'd done something wrong. It seemed like she was very much enjoying his teasing, especially since he helped her to orgasm. He was so unsure of what she wanted with him in this sub role. So, he focused upon her beautiful feet, keeping his eyes diverted. "Mistress, I'm sorry if I have offended. Thank you very much for the wonderful feast." He said. Jen wanted to feel his tongue bathing her starting at her feet since he seemed to enjoy studying them so much. At the same time she wanted to abandon herself in the feeling of being wildly fucked by his wonderful cock. However, she looked up and noticed that indeed time had crazily slipped away since the wall clock somehow read 2pm! Wednesday is a short day for her youngest and she needed to get to the bus stop. She practically wept with frustration. Then, just to share her extreme frustration she ordered Andy to stand up. "Stand up, now. Take your cock in your hand and begin stroking yourself, slowly. You may not cum without permission, so you'd better be careful." Jen ordered. She only had a couple minutes before she had to leave. She knew the look of lust on Andy's face was mirrored by the fire in her eyes. She chuckled quietly as she cut his self pleasure short. "Stop that. You are now done. Get dressed you have to leave." Jen directed. Andy stood up as directed and took his cock in hand. The sensitivity was extreme and looking at her, as he stroked himself, the lust blazing in her eyes, her body flush, her breathing erratic, just about undid him. He specifically moved his hand in such a way as to not bring himself to orgasm, but it was the most difficult thing he'd ever done, with regard to masturbation. Her chuckle seemed out of place and her order to stop left him incredulous. Like an automaton he released his grip on his cock and stood shocked, his cock throbbing helplessly for a full 30 seconds before he was able to get her most recent direction through his head and force himself to comply. Woodenly, he walked over to the chair and got dressed, his still hard cock making fastening his pants and bending down to tie his boots very uncomfortable. He dropped the collar at his feet, the leash still attached. Andy wouldn't look at Jen. He still wasn't feeling anything, though he could feel anger and frustration beginning to build up in him. So as quickly as he could, he gathered his tools and without a word or a glance, he left.