My Wife's Cuckold Slave Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

My Wife's Cuckold Slave Ch. 05

... document to her. She took them and laughed when she saw my signature.

"So we are going ahead with this? I don't mind telling you that I am glad. I don't know if you quite realise how things are going to change, but to be honest, I don't give a fuck. So, this is your new life. You can start by making me dinner - all the food is in the kitchen. I did some shopping today, and that's the last chore I ever intend to do again."

"We will talk in the morning about how things are going to work. For tonight, I just want you to cook for me, and then go to bed. I'll even let you keep your clothes on for now! So get me a glass of wine, and get cooking."

There were all the ingredients on the kitchen for a stir fry, one of Louise's favourites, so I poured her a glass of wine and started cooking. Mindful of the instructions, I just laid the table for one, and when it was ready, I called Louise, and stood while she sat down.

"You don't need to watch, fuck off into the kitchen and start clearing up!"

I could hear the click of cutlery as she eat, and felt my stomach rumbling, my hunger made worse by the enticing smell of food I the kitchen. After a short while she came into the kitchen, carrying her plate, which still had some food left on it. Staring at me she tipped it in her hand, the leftover stir fry tubbing onto the kitchen floor.

"See how kind I am to my little slave? I've saved you some dinner. What do you say?"

"Thank you Mistress," I mumbled.

I knelt on the ...

... hard floor, and bent my head to start licking at the congealed scraps, Louise's laughter ringing in my ears as she stood and watched me.

"I think we will have to get you a dog bowl, to stop the floor getting so dirty. Make sure it is all licked clean before you finish."

My tongue was sore by the time I had finished. I hadn't dared to do anything other than keep licking until the floor was clean, and my knees ached from the cold tiles. When I was sure the kitchen was spotless I tentatively crept into the sitting room when Louise was lying the couch, watching tv. She paused the show, and stared at me.

"Yes? Do you want something?"

"I wasn't sure what to do now, Mistress?"

"Well I don't want you in here. If there is nothing left to do in the kitchen fuck off up to bed. You will bring me a cup of tea at 7 am, and then we will have a talk about what I have planned for you tomorrow. Let work know that you will be taking a day off."

I went upstairs. The door to what I had thought of as 'our' bedroom was firmly shut, and I went into the spare room, which just had a single bed in it. My clothes were dumped in a pile on the floor, and I realised that Louise had cleared out my wardrobe in the other room. There was a small closet which I was able to hang up my work clothes, and the rest I folded onto a pile on the floor. The small single bed had some bedding dumped on it, which I realised had been pulled off the bed in the other room. I used it to make the bed, and got in, ...