My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... staring at her chest. "Now, next time I come...here's the deal...I've got two hours to get everything done. You're going to clean the kitchen before I get here. Spic and span. Top to bottom. Scrub the floor. Murphy's oil soap on all the cabinets. Stove, microwave, dishes done and put away, everything. If all the work, including kitchen cleaning, gets done a little early, that's how much time I'll have for extracurricular activities. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"When I'm giving orders, it's Mistress Rita. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress Rita."

Now, a couple more things. Beyond the kitchen cleaning. I want you to go to the pet store and print out a tag. On one side it should say, "Your name," then "Property of," and then my name, "Mistress Rita." On the other side you should print the word "Slaveboy."

"Yes, Mistress Rita."

"Good. Repeat what you're going to do."

"I'm going the pet store and engrave a tag with my name, property of, and then your name, Mistress Rita. Then on the other side, engrave the word "Slaveboy."

"Good. Second, I want you to copy and print up all the sections that you highlighted in the book you left me...the book I checked out and just returned. I want all those suggestions in one easily accessible place. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress Rita."

And with that she set the riding crop down on the table, squeezed my balls one more time and departed.

Flushed and still tingling, I put my clothes back on, grabbed the riding crop and made a beeline ...

... downstairs. On the bed was the suitcase, wide open, a few items lying to the side, the contents shuffled around as if they'd been picked over. My wildest dreams were answered. I put everything back in the case and placed it back in the closet.

I went to the music room. There lay theMistress Guide. The return date, the current date, was filled in. Now I was positive that she'd read it. After all, she'd ordered me to consolidate all the highlighted passages. I grabbed the book, hustled upstairs to the office and began transcribing all the highlighted passages from the book in a word document. I was preoccupied with the endeavor until I typed the last sentence.

Our customary two weeks passed and Rita showed up, right on time, as usual. I greeted her at the front door. Same as the previous time, there was no small talk.

"Did you do all your chores?" she inquired. "Did you clean the kitchen?"

"Yes, Mistress Rita." I'd spent a good ninety minutes on it and was confident it would pass inspection.

She walked purposefully to the kitchen, where her eyes inspected every nook and cranny. She checked the microwave and oven, ran her index finger over various cabinets. Scanned the floor.

"Good job here. The kitchen is done. You can go directly to your office. It's never that dirty. I'll call you when I'm done with the rest of the house."

I scurried my way there and occupied myself as usual.

She knocked on the office door and announced that she was finished. I looked ...