We each have our roles. She cleans, cooks, waits on me, works to bring me home paychecks, and keeps her tongue busy when I need her too. I tell her what to do and slap her around. It works well.
She knows she’s punished for eating a cookie and drinking her Mistress’ coffee, but she couldn’t resist. She was done with her work in the kitchen and couldn’t leave until given permission to do so.
How things should do laundry, only without the shoes.
She was hurrying to finish her chores, knowing I’d be home soon expecting to discuss her turning over her work bonus to me at her paying job, knowing I’d expect to be served while we talked about me raping her wallet, wanting to be ready and in position…but time…time was not on her side.
Her daily chore list had been growing and growing, in spite of agreeing to take on more hours at work to earn more money for Her. she hoped this would be the end of the daily list for awhile–polishing all of Her and Her roommate’s shoes by hand was exhausting.
Make me wash your car in ridiculous outfits so the neighbors can all watch and laugh at me.
Her Tuesday morning list wasn’t her favorite list of chores, but she knew better than to display anything but blind obedience and raw lust while doing it.
Her body is tattooed with women her owner finds prettier than her, so she’ll never forget when she looks in the mirror that she can never be good enough.
She does 100 lunges in between her kitchen and living room cores to keep her slave body in check.
When slave had the day off work, she woke up early to come do my dishes while I slept peacefully. If she did a good job, I’d let her stay. If she didn’t, who knows when she’d hear from me again.
I made this waitress slut I play with come here straight from work, strip, put on heels, gagged her with some dirty socks of mine, and do my dishes. Made her lick each one clean then scrub it by hand, then get down and scrub my toilet with her personal toothbrush. While she did that I took the tip money out of her wallet, then made her lick my asshole while I used a vibrator to come. Hahaha. Sluts are pathetic.
When you’re done washing the car, you can mow the yard, sweep the porch, weed the garden, and walk to the grocery store to pick up some stuff for me. MAYBE then I’ll let you come cool off inside.
This was 20th century, when sluts had rights. Including wearing clothes.
Her Mistress told her to get all dressed up like they were going out. Then she made her scrub the floors, and laughed and laughed. “It’s a lesson,” she said. “You are ALWAYS to look your best for me.”
When I first moved to the neighborhood there were many who did not approve of my having things walk around naked doing chores. Until I enslaved Mrs. Cheedle, the neighborhood gossip. Now the neighbors are delighted and enjoy watching my things do their chores, especially the thing formerly known as Cheedle the weasel.
She was so excited when I called. She got all dolled up in my favorite lingerie and pinned her hair. She was initially humiliated to learn I called her to mow my lawn, so I told her she could talk her clothes and preen for me while she did it. She’s never been happier.
Until you figure out how to manage your time more wisely, you will get tied to the ironing board and whipped in whatever room you didn’t get spotless that day. No, working an extra shift to bring me more money is NOT an excuse, dummy.
