My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... spanking or flogging more than you can imagine. Build up an extensive collection of these implements. You might administer some corporal punishment for some shortcoming. Or you might do it just because you feel like it! Mistresses can do that!"

"Worship is a must. Make him pay tribute by using his lips and tongue. Foot worship. Pussy worship. Lots of pussy worship. Full body worship. Demand it of him. Your sensual and sexual pleasure is paramount."

"If your sub is too talkative, a ball gag is useful. You can have conversations with him while he's wearing the gag. Of course, what he says with be unintelligible, but that can be part of the fun."

She interjected a comment - "Oh...this was the title of a whole chapter: 'Maid to Obey / Made to Command.' This was an interesting chapter. Right up our alley, eh?" Mistress Rita asked. Then she continued reading out loud.

"Have your sub carry out chores for you. House cleaning, fetching, cooking, serving. When you make your sub do house chores it reinforces the pecking order in your home. Hold him to a high standard. And when his work is less than perfect (which it will always be), it opens the door for correction, using corporal punishment. Or reward, for exemplary performance."

"A little humiliation is a valuable tool. Nothing establishes your authority and humiliates a man like being forced to cross-dress. Cheap outfits rule. And, if you really turn him into your little sissy, perhaps a strap-on is in ...

... order!"

Mistress Rita was lightly pinching one of her nipples when she finished reading. She looked up at me seductively. During her reading she'd never exposed her nipples or an entire breast. We were both breathing a little heavily. She let the moment settle with no comment or communication.

Finally, she set the list of suggestions aside and wiggled her way to the edge of the bed and then to a standing position.

"Time's up," she said. Sure enough, I checked the clock on the nightstand and we were right at the two hour mark. "Here's the deal," she explained. "However, much time you save me in housework, the more time we have to play. Either way, I'm here for two hours."

And with that, she left.

I anticipated her next arrival. I calculated that if I cleaned the entire upstairs before she came, she'd have only the downstairs to work on. She could probably do that in under an hour. That would leave us about an hour for "extracurricular activities." I also took time to trim my pubic hair and make my cock and balls as smooth and hairless as I could. I hoped she'd notice. I realized how much I sought to please her. How I yearned to be guided by a pointing finger and the sneer of cold command.

I worked my ass off, beginning the night before housekeeping day. I paid special attention to the kitchen and bathroom. She arrived while I was reading the news on my tablet at the kitchen table. She let herself in and announced that she'd arrived. "Up here," I called. And she made her way ...