My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... at my watch. Thirty minutes short of the two hours she was committed to. My mind raced with the possibilities of what the next half hour might bring. I emerged and awaited her lead.

"Bring your tag and the list of fantasies to the downstairs bedroom," she ordered.

She had already started walking there and I followed. We entered the bedroom and she said, "Get out the suitcase. Find a collar and a leash and show them to me."

I did as she said.

"Now make me a throne. I want five pillows I can lean into."

I fetched five pillows and arranged them at the head of the bed. She plopped down and sank into them, in a sitting position.

"Show me your tag. And give me the list of fantasies from theMistress Guide."

I handed her theMistress Guide fantasies, and then presented her with the ownership tag. She read aloud the engraving on each side, stating that I was her property and that I was a slaveboy.

"Very good. Kiss each side and then attach it to the collar."

I kissed each side of the tag, reverently, and attached it to the ring on the collar.

"Now put on the collar and attach the leash."

I did exactly as she said. I snapped on the leash and wrapped the collar around my neck. I fastened it. The collar was snug. I handed her the leash. She pulled it taut, from her reclining position.

"I think this is so great," she said. "When I first met you, I had you pegged for a super straight professor or something. Who'da thunk, huh? Turns out you're a perv. Like ...

... the British lady in the jerk off video says, you're a wanker. My wanker now. That's what I'll call you." She paused. She grinned. She held up and waved the list of fantasies.

"You're one kinky mother fucker." She laughed. "And I'll bet you sized me up as a sheltered little farm girl from the rural Midwest. You have no clue the shit I've done in my life. Your little sub fantasies don't shock me at all. I've got this covered, honey. Now take off your clothes and stand at attention. Inspection!"

And with that prelude I proceeded to strip down to nothing. I was, once again, extremely self-conscious, but nothing like the first time she made me remove all my clothes. I stood stark naked beside the bed, looking down on her. I hoped she'd noticed that I'd neatly trimmed all pubic hairs. I'd call it a crew cut.

She tugged gently on my leash. She grabbed the bottom of her stretch top and pulled on it firmly. She revealed an eyeful of cleavage. And her nipples showed through the stretched fabric. Then she began to read aloud the passages that I'd copied from theMistress Guide.

"Make sure your sub addresses you properly. "Mistress" is a common and appropriate epithet."

"Done!" she commented.

"Demand an inspection. Fully nude. Fully at attention. Make sure he has carefully coiffed pubic hair, erect posture, eyes straight ahead. Like a private in the army before his commanding officer."

"Been there, and doing that," she commented. "But trim those pubes even closer for ...