The sun penetrated through all the cracks on the blinds, into the apartment, where the smell of coffee and sugar wafted from the heated surface, as a consequence of the game of fear and speed. The sound of bones passed almost inaudibly, in the touch of parquet and bare knees. The cup occasionally recognized the vibrations of the plate on which it stood and the hand that held it. The pain appeared in waves, with sweaty tremors all over the body and heat from the stomach.
I paused beside her headboard as she struggled with the screams of the morning and the need to empty her bladder. I knelt with hot coffee in my hands and observed the face in which the awareness of waking drew movements. I didn’t feel tired, just numbness in certain parts of my body. I didn’t sleep all night.
Her feet spread the smell of mild acidity, a long walk the day before left a mark, which made me feel unbearably excited all night. She said, before she fell asleep, you have to cool my legs well, I’m so tired, blow slowly into your toes and don’t touch me. I couldn’t stop, the night was disappearing in my breaths and the desire to kiss her feet, I didn’t stop until this moment when I made her coffee and woke her up with the scent. Only in this way could I interrupt my activity without her deciding to stop it? When he falls asleep, and before that he does not say I can walk away, for me the struggle begins with pleasure and fear that encompasses all my senses and mind.
She got up abruptly from the bed, without a voice, dispelling the smell of coffee from herself. She opened the toilet door. She urinated loudly, splashing into the water with a powerful jet. I looked ahead. She’s back. She sat in an armchair, in front of which I was kneeling. A smile could be seen in her movements. I could feel it. I didn’t notice it on my lips. My whole body had a smile of superiority over my position, while my face was cold. She spread her arms and was careful not to spill the coffee. She pinched the nipples on my nipples, which she could pull hard, with the bandage that was in her hands. She lit a cigarette, looking me in the eye. She pulled the cord, squeezing my pain and body with her hands, playing with trembling, through the smoke and taste of coffee, the morning coffee she liked best.
The weekend ahead of her this morning gave her a pleasure she never hid from her surroundings. I could not have had a different feeling or wait until the moment I was. I didn’t speak until he spoke to me, I didn’t ask about the future, where he was going, I watched and waited. The list of obligations is on your desk. All your needs must be completed until I return, I will not tell you about the list that it must be done from item to item to perfection. She walked like a goddess as she left the apartment, with a look that made me shiver and a trembling stomach that made my whole body tremble.
The reward I get is in fact called a routine, that once a week I collect the panties my wife has worn over the past few days and wash them by hand until they look like they came out of the store. I employed various methods to wash the most sensitive parts and places that got the dirtiest. Last Saturday, after the dinner I served, I removed the stains in the bathroom in ecstasy.
She entered silently, with footsteps that ruled the silence and space, the air that constricted my throat. I felt her looking at me as she sat on the cup, searching for my lost gaze. Wipe my ass. The voice dragged me to her and with gentle movements, I did what she asked. She spread her legs leaning on the tub, and with a handshake on my head, she placed it between her crotches. Listen, my mother is coming next weekend, she’ll be with us for a while.
She lifted her ass a little, placing her clitoris on my tongue. You will be given tasks imperceptibly, which inevitably needs to be done. Scratching my feet, trimming my nails, is a job you won’t interrupt, in fact, you will do everything as if only you and I are in the apartment. When I tell you something, you accepted whatever you asked of you with pleasure and a smile. Clearly and loudly that you thanked me for every instruction I give you. Her voice became more and more sighing and moaning. Don’t unexpectedly see your mother making coffee for herself, and you didn’t take the job with an apology for not noticing earlier. You will serve her too. She cums hard, pushing my face into her crotch with her feet. She got up and silently closed the bathroom door, pointing to her panties in the tub.
Now I have a lot of work to do until my wife returns, and there is a long way to go until Sunday’s award, rubbing and preparing meals for my goddess. The smell of perfume was still wafting through the apartment, even though it came out about twenty minutes ago. I felt the space I wanted to adjust to my body, behind the cup in the bathroom I was scrubbing the tiles and the part that was the hardest to approach.
I only used gloves and a sponge, so it can be cleaned the best, my wife thought. I wiped and rubbed every inch of the tiles, I was repeatedly asked to wash everything again because my wife was not satisfied with what she had done. The state of my erection was unbearable, the moment I thought of the goddess, I shivered, the excitement reduced my perception and concentration on work.
I could not have an orgasm as long as the key to the penis cage was with my wife. She thought that the less I came and that under her controlled conditions, the more productive and obedient I would be. She loved setting rules that would grow into a game with my psyche. Last night she gave me a sign to kneel in front of her, you will make me coffee, you will prepare everything I need in my bedroom to satisfy your passion for my body and mind.
I thought I was going to come the moment she took the cage off my penis, squeezing it tightly when it came free to its natural size. From the darkness I watched her movements, I waited in a kneeling position for her arrival and her leg cause me to ejaculate. She got up from the armchair and said in a terrible voice that I was crawling into bed and scratching her, tonight you will not finish as you imagined, in fact, you will wait another day and my mood to do something for you.
The second time she lit a cigarette and ordered me to masturbate. I merely allow one minute for you to get in line, otherwise, I interrupt everything. Next to her on the shelf was coffee, squeezed orange juice, salty snacks and much more, for one night by the TV. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him watching porn.
When I came in front of my wife’s feet, she stroked me on the cheek and whispered – now you have time for a marathon lick and ass and pizza. She straightened up a little on the pillow, delivering my way to her. Gently work the inside of my lips and clitoris with the tip of my tongue, gently as a feather. Hours passed, and I was not allowed to move my head from the position between my wife’s legs. A magnificent feeling of humility, glued with more and more fluid from the mistress’s vagina, turned into a scent that I felt inside. She came after two hours and forty minutes, with my tongue deep in her ass.
I was finishing the bathroom, and my thoughts were not able to make it easier for me to further solve the list of obligations. The aggravating situations brought immeasurable joy and energy, although when my wife was not there, there was no opportunity for me to get suggestions on what to do and fix.
Every so often I received messages with additional work to be completed or simply my goddess wanted to show her power over her slave in society.
I know her mother is coming tonight, so I tried to keep everything clean, every part of the apartment was wiped down to the smallest detail, otherwise, I would have to endure a sentence of fifteen days without sex or masturbation, I did not want such a scenario, but it happened. Now I have focused all my attention on the full brilliance, every detail, the forgotten little thing, and what could bother me in the future and take in vain as a result of my carelessness. Once her mother stayed with us, I forgot to prepare house slippers, which they would wear while they were in the apartment.
Later, when we went to our room, to sleep, my wife called me and slapped me, I had to say several times that it would not happen again. I could not lie in bed, while the mistress was getting up in bed to watch TV, I crawled under the blanket and started licking her ass. It lasted a long time. Her ass was completely relaxed and wet, after deep breathing I concluded that she was asleep. My tongue hurt a lot, but I didn’t stop kissing her ass, she dropped two farts the morning before, as a reward for last night.
Every part of the bathroom overflowed through the shine of the tiles and the smell of clean space, that I was without a doubt, that everything was perfectly cleaned. In an instant, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the front door open, my wife came in talking on the phone. I suddenly snatched the bag from her hands and praised her hairstyle, I was a little surprised by her arrival. Coffee, I heard a voice and saw him sitting in an armchair.
She continued talking on the phone, very immersed in the conversation, making room for herself to sit comfortably. I delivered her coffee to a table from which she could easily reach for a cup. I lit her cigarette and gently took off her shoes and socks, placing her feet on the stools. The intoxicating smell crept into my nostrils, trembling with every part of my body I began to suck my toes on her feet. I held them for about fifteen seconds, starting from the little finger, in my mouth, squeezing them with my lips and crossing my tongue from the nail to the inner part between the fingers.
She squinted, inhaling the cigarette smoke deeply, listening to the voice on the other side, occasionally inserting words of understanding and support. I felt her enjoy the movements with which she spread her fingers so that she could use her tongue to approach every part that remained licked, and on which she desired to feel my tongue. I could not connect my feelings with the flow of time and events around me. I got lost in the circle of passion and excitement in which the imagination takes over every detail of life, every breath and the course of duration. The voice, the whole foot on my face and the twitch, connected in a whirlwind of orders to continue cleaning the apartment, interrupted the orgasmic experience by forcing me into a state where the passion does not stop, and in which I had to clean the parquet, and everything I did that day, had an order to do.
The sight of her relaxed body in the armchair, which was struggling not to fall into a deep sleep, the slight twitching of its face, restored my euphoria and made my greatest wish for my actions be her ass that would lick day and night.
I slowly brought the apartment to perfection, no trace of dust could be imagined, dried drops of water or any accidental stain, everything was the cause of whipping on a bare ass with a leather rod, which always had to stand where my wife was.
Loud music from the phone and a voice about to start, ceased me right in front of the armchair from which the mistress got up and quickly put on her shoes to go. The sound of the door closing all that was striking about the apartment, space where I had to wait for my wife and the owner of my destiny.
Sometimes she went for one phone call. I never left the impression that I was interested in where she was going, although I was not even allowed to ask. When I am solitary, I enjoy much more freedom to do things as it seemed to me, to sort out at my discretion and manner, where I will spend much more time imagining what I would like to experience from my wife.
My task, once a year, was to find two giggles, which will fulfil my wife’s every wish and desire. All communication and payment went through me. That evening, as before, I met two guys, who had to have their faces covered with masks. My wife was lying naked in the bedroom. I stood by the bed with a tray on which was a glass of wine, cigarettes and chocolate, after sex he loves to spend time with drinks and sweets.
As soon as they entered the room and approached the bed, the mistress grabbed both penises and began to pull them hard, alternately placing them in her mouth. In full erections they were huge, but they disappeared in all their greatness every time it was their turn to sink into the depths. She pounded on one with all her might, while the other approached her from behind and sank hard into her asshole. There was a smile of pleasure on her face, with two penises in her. She radiated her majesty.
The blows of the body from the body, the wet skin and the slapping of the genitals merged into one sound, the sound of duration and passion, which gripped my body, shattered the boundaries of pleasure and created a feeling of eternal subordination to my wife. Space trembled, collapsing its depth, height, and breadth into an endless array of colours, the smell of wet bodies, sighs, and a faint movement in which the sound of a glass and a tray could be heard in mutual touches caused by the trembling of my hands.
Closing the door behind the young men restored a state in which I could recognize the new order established by my consciousness. The mistress lay in bed with her legs spread and inhaled deeply from the cigarette smoke. She kept her eyes on me as I knelt in front of the bed and began to lick her crotch glued to her juices and the smell of sex. It lasted for hours, the shows changed on television, the dream became more and more entangled in the touches of her tongue and her fingers, with less and less possibility that I would ejaculate tonight. That night I fell numb with my tongue on her lips handling her lightly.
I moved around the apartment, going around every inch of space, preventing my eyes on the details that did not secure my peace, further bringing them in order, making one perfect whole of order, smell and colour. The moments when the imagination loses its shackles take over my body more and more, bringing my penis into an unenviable position, pressed by a locked cage on all sides.
There were situations when I desired my wife to take it off and relieve the pressure collected in the eggs. Then, depending on the mood in which my wife found herself, I received exceptional treatments, after which it did not occur to me for a long time to ask if I could masturbate. Laughter and psychological torture were the mildest and rarest form of punishment I suffered then, the silence after my words and pleas was an introduction to the great torments I had to endure.
Most often, in the hellish silence in my mouth, I brought nipple clips that were tied to the hooks on the ceiling with a long rope. Each and the slightest movement caused sharp pain, pulling my nipples with a strong metal clamp, all concentration was directed at me not to make any twitch or blink. And then a voice, quiet, sharp, froze the space around me, a voice uninterested in my position, a voice clear, clear, a voice that did not tolerate pleas but instantaneous execution, the voice of my goddess: SLEEPING… NOT ENOUGH, I DECLARED SLEEPING.
I stay in the hallway for the longest time, I believe the view when entering the apartment leaves the first impression, I wanted to enchant my wife, who can come with her mother every minute. On one occasion she came with an acquaintance when I did not expect her to be in company. I stopped and didn’t know how to react, they entered the apartment quite noisily. I noticed they were under the mild effect of alcohol, an effect that erases all barriers and opens a level of freedom and self-will in which everything is allowed.
And what are you waiting for, take off my shoes, what are you holding on to, I’m talking about how I own the goods, and this is how you greet me? Now lick your shoe first, ungrateful. Loud laughter echoed through the apartment as they sat in the living room. Coffee, and before that bring us whiskey, hurry up and cigarettes from my bag, in five minutes everything will be served in front of the two of us. I was unaware of the time and the flow of minutes until I knelt with a large tray in front of them.
They immediately drank whiskey, lit cigarettes and consumed coffee slowly, discussing a guy my wife’s acquaintance had met. As I held a tray in front of their feet so that my mistress could make as few movements as possible, they poured whiskey on their own. The conversation went in a thousand directions. I could no longer follow who was doing what or who was where, although I did not try understanding anything, only what was sent to me. I was kneeling when my wife escorted an acquaintance out of the apartment.
Take the juice and cigarettes to the bed on the tray. It’s so uncomfortable here. I emptied the ashtray, poured the juice, and strode silently toward the room, approaching the bed I was told to go to. The light was dimmed, when I knelt in front, only then did I see my wife, naked, stretching out in bed. She ordered me to lick her ass.
The smell of sweat was in my nostrils, filling every part of my mind and playing with my perception. She abruptly interfered with my activity and forced me away with her foot. I was lying on the lower part of the bed, on my stomach, my wife spread her arms and tied me to the wooden ends of the bed. She put on her underpants, which had a smaller dildo on the inside, and by putting on the underpants, he entered his wife’s vagina directly, and the outer part of the underpants had a much bigger and wider strapon, I did not see the toys I wounded in our apartment. The small dildo in his wife’s vagina required a very strong reaction to fulfil its function and satisfy her desires.
My mind was destroying brain cells with the same power, raising my imagination to the level of infinite speed of action. I think I started ejaculating, even though my penis was clogged with a cage and under lock and key, with my wife. The silence, the cigarette smoke that my wife blew into me, created a state in which the anticipation became a pleasant trembling of the stomach. My whole view of the world, at this moment, was submission to my wife, my whole body longed for cruel punishment, to serve her, to be evermore under her feet. Rob.
She rested her hand on my back. The pressure made me rub even harder, she pressed her lips to my ear, instructing me to relax. I realized he was starting to penetrate my ass with a big dildo. She slid slowly, without the possibility of anything stopping her in her intention, slowly, until she began to pull out and abruptly return the dildo. She was accelerating more and more, until the moment when I didn’t understand if she was inside or if she took out an artificial penis. She had an orgasm, roughly pushing a dildo into my ass. Exhausted, the mistress went to bed and fell asleep, I stayed all night tied under her legs with her broken ass as if her hands were doing it.
As I walked around the apartment in my head was the thought that I had not ejaculated for a long time and that the cage around my penis had been unmoved for some time. Now, when her mother comes, there will be no question of me having an orgasm in any way. It was just a question of how long she will stay with us. In any case, the pleasure of my mistress is also my pleasure. Happiness is when I am under her supervision and when she determines the framework of my actions and life in a commanding, strict tone when every desire of hers is my life goal.
I was no longer sure who knew and who was familiar with our relationship, I just believe most people know that all the obligations of housekeeping, cleaning, cooking are my obligation and that my wife is free to go and do whatever she wants at any time. Lately, her mother also knows her daughter does not do anything from housework, that she is free from all the annoying activities of one household.
I think she was very proud of that fact. A year ago, during a visit to her sister, and while the two of them were sitting in the living room with some acquaintances, I was arranging my wife’s laundry, taking it out of my travel bag. At one point I heard his name. I came to my wife with a questioning look, the tone in which she called out to me was commanding, like when something wants to be done right away. Get on your knees and sit in front of me. I want the gaze to be focused on me and for you to do what is required of you at the slightest moment. I carefully looked at my dear mistress like a faithful dog.
He naturally thinks it was easy for me to achieve what you see now. It was much harder than it genuinely seems to you, my effort was of a psychic nature, each of his tasks, in the beginning, required certain steps to support his work. It’s uneasy to say, and he does it. No, each of his activities required words to belittle him, at the end of the job he asked for a reward, yes, it looks like a punishment, but blows with a stick, spitting into a glass that he will greedily drink, slapping for every little thing we must not, and deliberately make, gently squeezing the nipples, torture that I no longer know how it comes to my mind, the burns that I inflict on him with a cigarette are all merits for the work done, the reward.
And what do you get, get up and take off your pants and pants, she grabbed my cock in the cage, lifted it, this is controlled ejaculation, so I get a trained slave who will do everything, eat my shit if necessary and if I want to? He will masturbate or I will delay him when I allow it, ONLY THEN, not to allow him to pray and beg, I cut it at the root. Today I happen to ask him to make it easier. It requires punishment.
Was it an easy job, no, but now I enjoy it, just a look is enough for him to perform what I thought? It’s uneasy to say, and he does it. He has to work every moment. I know that it is difficult to find a job in an apartment that shines, but he can, that is all my effort and to belittle him while he works, he must not have free space. Controlled ejaculation is the key to everything, and now, she turned to me, licking my feet and toes, I desire them to shine.
The door to the apartment opened abruptly, the wife came in with a bang, followed by her mother. I suddenly grabbed my luggage, said goodbye, and informed them to sit in the living room. I immediately went making coffee, leaving my wife and mother to talk. When I prepared the service, I sat next to my wife, trying to make contact with them. Aside from the silence, the gentle voice that informed me what I was doing, there was only the whistling of a whip leaving bloody furrows on my background. After that, I knelt and waited for my wife next to her bed.
I couldn’t sit that night, but I didn’t have to, I licked my mistress’s ass.