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Homemaker

by Mesmer's Bauble

mc; Mg; Mdom; oral

Donna’s ears perked up at the sound of the garage door opening. A dreamy smile crossed her face as she dashed daintily across the kitchen on her red high heels to the bar. She quickly mixed a dry martini, just the way he likes it, and poured it into a chilled glass. Drink in hand Donna walked to the side door, stopping to look herself over in the mirror and brush off her modest housedress.

The girl reflected in the mirror looked like she had stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting; the perfect vision of a smiling 50s house wife. There were only two differences, her hair was tied into long pigtails rather than an up-do and she appeared to be around eight years old. Still neither of these facts bothered Donna as she nodded approvingly, just the way he likes me, before moving to the door just in time to see her husband enter.

He beamed down at her and took the drink, as he did every evening, and enjoyed a long sip before handing Donna his hat, coat, and briefcase. She jumped at the chance to serve him; she took his burdens and, with the aid of a step stool, quickly had them put away in the closet. When she returned she found him sitting in his favorite chair still enjoying his drink. “How was your day dear?” She asked as she knelt carefully on the floor so that her dress pooled around her rather than bunch or wrinkle.

He finished the Martini with a satisfied sigh, “Not bad, better knowing I have you here to come home to. “ As he spoke Donna slid off his shoes and slid on his slippers, “Something smells delicious, love.”

“Thank you Master, “ Donna replied, a small thrill running through her, like it always did when she used her pet name for him. “I finished cleaning early today so I had time to properly make a brisket; I know it’s your favorite. It should be done in about twenty more minutes. Is there anything I can do for you while we wait?” She looked up at him and smiled with a hopeful longing in her eyes.

Her husband, Master, seemed to think about it for a long moment before nodding, that was all the instruction that Donna needed. Her mantra popped into her head as she reached up from her kneeling position and undid his belt, ‘A good wife must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom.’ She wasn’t technically in the bedroom but she knew what it meant and she knew she was a very good wife.

Soon she had his pants and underwear down around his ankles and was eye to eye with his half erect manhood. Just the sight of his perfect member made her mouth water and her pussy drip, “Whore in the bedroom,” She muttered to herself before taking it in her tiny mouth, it had taken a lot of practice to be able to swallow the whole thing but it had been more then worth it when she heard her husband groan in pleasure.

Donna could feel it growing larger as she bobbed contentedly up and down on her husband’s cock. Part of her practice, training, had helped her to repress her gag reflex and she could feel the way her throat stretched as she took him so deep that her nose was pressed into his pubes and all she could smell was his musk, ‘heavenly’

His groans and sighs of approval only fueled her own desire, as she continued to pleasure her man she felt herself growing wetter and wetter, more and more aroused. She didn’t even need to do anything anymore; all she had to do was focus on giving her husband pleasure and she was rewarded, more proof of how perfect they were for each other. Once he was fully hard she stopped deep throating him and began to lick and kiss his cock, looking up at him and holding his gaze as she pleasured him.

He smiled at her and put a hand on her head, a sign that he was ready. Just that touch of approval was enough to drive her over the edge and even as she shuddered with her own orgasm she took him into her mouth and sucked him deeper and faster the before until she was rewarded with a hot spray of cum down her throat. That feeling set her off again and one tremendous orgasm followed on the heels of another but she didn’t let her own pleasure get in the way of serving her husband.

Donna swallowed all of his seed and cleaned up his cock with her mouth before smiling up at him, “Did you enjoy that dear?”

“Of course I did, love, you are wonderful.” His praise was like light warming her. She would have basked in it for hours but she had a brisket to check on so she stood, daintily brushing at her dress and leaned over to give her husband a kiss.

It was returned passionately but she broke it off after just a few moments, “We can do more of that later. I wouldn’t want my sweet Master to have to deal with an overcooked brisket.” She flashed him a smile, cook in the kitchen, before heading to check on the meal.

Her husband watched her leave and thought about how perfect his life had become.


She hadn’t been called Donna then, that was his own nod to the life he had always wanted. When Henry had first seen his wife she had been an ordinary girl named Samantha. He hadn’t planned on anything beyond a few hours of fun but there was something about the girl something striking and overwhelmingly attractive more so then any of his previous toys. She was special and Henry wanted her for more than just an evening.

It was the end of the day and most of the people in the neighborhood had gone inside but she was still out playing house. He could tell from the driveway that there was no one else home; latch key kids were perfect targets. He pulled into the drive way which immediately drew the young girl’s attention. She stood from her playhouse and looked as if she couldn’t decide if she should run or investigate, Henry made the decision for her by rolling down his window and giving her a wave.

“Hey! Wow it’s been years, your dad said you’ve been shooting up like a weed but he never mentioned how cute you’ve become.” Henry’s tone was practiced, light and jovial and did nothing to imply that he was anything out of the ordinary.

A puzzled look passed over the girls face, “You know me, and you know my dad?” She was confused and still on the fence but he had stopped her from running and that was important. Henry opened the car door and stepped out, he had to be quick, the girl looked sharp and he couldn’t risk being seen.

“Sure do, I’m one of your Dad’s old friends, Uncle Henry? I’m not surprised that you don’t remember it’s been years since I’ve made it out here, you couldn’t have been more than three.” He took a step towards her. He didn’t have any hesitance to his movement, that made them nervous and he only needed to get a few steps closer. “So is your dad home, I’m a little early but…” He let the last trail off and looked around, the yard had high hedges and there was poor visibility from the street; another thing to his advantage.

“No, Dad doesn’t get home for another hour or so...” She took a hesitant step towards him; he just needed her to be a little closer.

“Oh,” Henry made himself sound embarrassed. “and I’m sure you’re a good girl and wouldn’t let a stranger inside,” He chuckled and took one more step closer, “don’t worry about it I’ll grab a bite to eat and swing back…” He was close enough now and he slipped his hand into the pocket of his coat, like he was grabbing for keys but he wrapped his hand around a small cylinder the same size and shape as a can of mace.

At the mention of strangers Samanatha seemed to realize she was talking to one right now, she turned as if to leave and had just opened her mouth to tell him to come back when her parents were home when he pulled the unmarked cylinder out of his pocket, aimed, and spray a stream of chemicals into the girl’s face. They acted quickly and Samantha barely had a chance to react when she felt her thoughts begin to slow and her body ground to a halt, hands halfway to her face. Her eyes were glazed and empty and screamed 'nobody’s home'.

Henry had to force down a laugh as he walked over and lead the unresisting girl into the back seat of his car, the drugs would last for a little over an hour more than enough time to get her to the room.


Donna smiled as she watched her husband, her lover, her master tuck into her cooking. She ate small bites of her own plate but was mostly drinking in every smile of pleasure and word of kindness. They filled her up with such overwhelming love and happiness.

“Love, you have out done yourself.” Her husband praised her when he had finally finished his second helping and small glass of red wine. She beamed at him, her eyes half glazed with bliss, she had made him happy, my purpose is my husband’s happiness…Maid in the living room, Cook in the kitchen, Whore in the bedroom.

“Thank you Master, you’re too kind. It’s just the usual recipe I wish I had the chance to cook it for you more often but it’s so time consuming and I have so many other things to do to keep our home perfect.” It was true; every day started with a few hours in the training room, she couldn’t skip that, then she cleaned the house from top to bottom; it didn’t need everything every day but there was always enough to keep her busy. Then she had to prepare dinner, none of her recipes took less the four hours to prepare with all the sides and marinades she used but it was only the best for Master.

“You have nothing to worry about, love the house it perfect, you’re perfect. This is why I had to have you as my wife.” He stood from the table as she blushed furiously. “Make me another martini, dear. I’ll be in the den.”

Donna knew from experience he wouldn’t want the drink right away, so she cleared the table and did the dishes before moving to the bar and mixing up another cocktail. She slid into the den and found he was enjoying his pipe while watching the news. The smell of the tobacco was rich and earthy and was just part of the scents that made up her love. She put the drink on a coaster and stood on tiptoes to give him a kiss before returning to the kitchen to put away the rest of the brisket so he could take it to work with him tomorrow.


Samantha came back to her senses slowly and began to look around. Her memories were hazy, whatever the man had done to her meant that she only had the vaguest sense of how she had gotten from her front yard to this strange white room. It wasn’t a large room, about the size of a walk in closet but the walls were blank and painted a color of white that was somewhat hard to look at.

Light came from florescent bulbs set it in the ceiling above her. There were also small openings at the top of each of the four walls and a door. Samantha stood on unsteady legs and made her way to the door. She started banging on it, weakly at first but then with more force as the drugs left her system. “Let me out! LET ME OUT!” She knew she should be scared but her emotions seemed distant. Still, the lack of fear didn’t change the fact that she wanted to get out of this horrible place.

For what seemed like a long time there was no response then the lights went out. She was plunged into darkness, but only for a moment, from the four holes in the ceiling images were being projected onto the four walls. The walls were covered with colored spirals, they were everywhere, on her body and on all the walls; Samantha was in a room of spirals. It was dizzying and it only grew worse when the sounds started pumping up through the floor it was a deep base sound but it was beating in time to the spinning spirals and put her off her balance even more.

There was something in the sound, whispers, and something in the spirals, flashes of words and images that she couldn’t quite see but they were somehow fascinating to look at. Her hands stopped beating at the door and her eyes grew wide as the sounds and spirals filled her mind whispering to her and showing her things that she didn’t understand yet.

Every once and a while she would grow hungry or tired, she knew she shouldn’t eat the food it could be drugged, but it was hard to think about anything but the spirals and the sound so she ate. When she finally succumbed to sleep the spirals and sound filled her dreams.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been in the room, she didn’t care either; she was starting to understand the words and the images and that seemed so much more important than anything else, like what had come before or the fact that she had been kidnapped, or even her name… she could almost make out the words and the images and that filled her with pleasure.

Soon she was able to make out the words, they were a mantra, truths, the importance of being a good wife, being a maid and a cook and a whore. Pleasing her husband, something in the back of her mind told her she was only eight and it was impossible for her to have a husband but the sound and the spirals told her otherwise and they were clearly more important. As that voice drifted away it was much easier to see the images too.

She saw what a good maid did, she saw what a good cook did, she saw what a good whore did, she saw the face of her husband, her master, and she was filled with pleasure and eager to learn more. The spirals were happy to oblige… new thoughts and knowledge filled her and what she had known and been before faded and was gone… who needed to know the names of her parents when it was far more important to know how her husband liked his house cleaned or his favorite meals and sexual positions.

Finally when she had forgotten everything except the spirals and the sound they went away… for a long moment she was terrified but then the door open and he was their smiling down at her. The smiled filled her with pleasure and she recognized his voice from the music when it spoke, “Donna, I’m home…” She smiled back, she knew she was Donna and she was home as well.


It was a little past eight when Master came out of the den. She had finished with putting away the food and doing all the washing up some time before, but the den was his private sanctuary and she was never allowed to go in there, when he was home, without his express permission. Typically she only did so to bring him drinks but occasionally he would invite her inside and let her blow him or ride him.

Once or twice he had brought home other girls and like any good husband he didn’t sully their marriage bed with them, instead they shared the girls in the den if he wanted her too, or just had her watch and masturbate for him; those were some of her happiest memories. She was snapped out of her musings when he called for her and she quickly joined him in the bedroom.

“Whore in the Bedroom.” He stated simply, as if he needed to remind her. Still she gave him a seductive wink and stripped out of her housedress to reveal the sexy outfit she had been wearing all day. There was not much too it but it was all skin tight leather, mostly just straps that highlighted her undeveloped breasts and her hairless cunt.

“Whore in the Bedroom,” Donna echoed and ran her hands up and down her body feeling it become twice as sensitive as before she crawled into their king sized bed and posed for him, her fuck holes had been trained as well as her mouth and she could take him anyway he wanted so she moved seductively from pose to pose, offering herself up to her husband like any good wife should.

Master stopped her when she was on all fours, looking over her shoulder at him offering her cunt and ass. She thrilled at his touch as well as his choice, he must be particularly frisky. Most of the time he let her do all the work. Not that she minded, pleasing him was her greatest pleasure, but there was something especially satisfying about being taken, dominated by her husband, “Oh yes Fuck your slave-whore Master!”

She felt his fingers, slick with lube from the dispenser on the side board, probe her dripping cunt and slip two fingers into her eager asshole. She groaned in appreciation and then gasped as he pushed into her cunt without any warning. He fucked her like an animal and she was grateful for her sybian, she rode it every morning while watching the spirals to keep her body and mind ready for him. “Yes Master Fuck me Master… fuck your slave-wife, your whore toy, dominate me! OWN ME!”

Spurred on by her words, heartfelt in their passion he only took her harder. Her mind filled with bliss but it didn’t stop her stream of dirty talk, she knew he loved her dirty talk. Nor did it stop her from pushing herself back against his cock driving him deeper. She shuttered in anticipation when he pulled out, knowing what was happening next but he always surprised her.

Instead of reaming her ass like he had in the past her Master pressed himself inside her slowly, gently, letting them both enjoy the tightness. He guided her into a sitting position and with her aid had her sliding luxuriously up and down on his rod. It was her turn to moan and grunt in passion she saw she was facing the large mirror and could watch as his cock slid in and out of her anus with a deliberate slowness, “Yesss Master, fuck my ass….” She saw him smile in pleasure and then reached around and grabbed her nipples, rock hard of course, pinching them and causing her to squeak.

How long they fucked Donna had no idea, she had come dozens of times but was always focused on his pleasure. Finally he rolled her over and pounded her ass until he came deep inside her; they came together and that was how they fell asleep, spooning, his deflating cock still plugging her tight ass.

She woke a few hours later, her husband was a deep sleeper but a wife’s work was never done. Sliding off of him she collected what cum dripped from her asshole and drank in greedily before cleaning his cock off with her mouth. Sometimes this would wake him but tonight he barely responded. It made her smile. She cleaned up the bed, making sure that the sweat and fuck juice stained blankets made it into the wash. Finally she draped a clean blanket over his naked form and took a quick shower before joining him.

It was the end to another perfect day in her perfect life as a perfect wife.

- END

This story was inspired by a suggestion by Juno on the comments board. Juno, not exactly what you asked for but I hope you enjoyed it. If you have your own ideas or images (please drawn images only) that might spark some creativity feel free to comment on the board or email me [email protected].

As always I can’t promise that ideas will be used, my muse is a fickle bitch, but I always like hearing from our little community and not just because I am a total feedback whore - MB
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