When I pulled into the garage I noticed a hanger on the door and a note. I got out of my car and pulled the note from the door. It was just as I suspected. The note read:
Slave,
Hang up your work clothes and put your slave attire on. When you are done you may enter.
I looked down to see the box that held my collar and cuffs. I removed my professional clothing, pulled on my cuffs and collar and went inside.
"Good, you're home," she said coldly. "My feet hurt. Put your clothes away and then come rub them."
I hung up my clothes and then knelt on the floor at her feet. I removed her shoes and stockings and began to slowly massage the balls of her feet moving up and down them like I knew she wanted.
"Those panties suit you well," she taunted, never looking up from her magazine.
"Thank you," I responded. I continued to rub her feet for 15-20 minutes while she continued to read.
Finally she pulled her feet from my hands and rose to stand over me as I knelt. "You left the kitchen a mess, and dulled my razor this morning."
I had completely forgotten about the kitchen in my rush to get out the door and it never occurred to me what I might be doing to her razor. I have a feeling she did and that is why she left me such easy access to it this morning.
"You realize I have to punish you now?" she said.
"Yes," I responded.
"I left the kitchen for you to clean up. If you do a good job, I MIGHT take it easy on you." She motioned me into the kitchen.
I rose to my feet and proceeded to clean up the kitchen from the mess I had made that morning, as well as what had been added throughout the day. While I was washing the dishes, Jess walked up behind me.
"Slave, you really have a nice ass, you know. These panties really work for you. You should think about wearing them all the time," she cooed, as she ran her nails across my almost completely-exposed ass.
She stood there for another couple minutes raking my butt with her nails as I finished the dishes. This caused my member to become erect and push against the silk fabric, arousing me even more. I found it very hard to concentrate on my task. She obviously was enjoying herself and commanded me to hurry up.
"You are going to have your first inspection when you're done, and then we will decide the punishment for your negligence." With that, she turned and walked back into the family room and returned to her magazine.
Several minutes later, I stepped into the family room and stood before my mistress. She looked up from the magazine briefly and then returned her gaze to the article she had been reading. She continued to leaf through the magazine until she was satisfied that she had read all she wanted to read for the time being. Finally she stood.
"Kneel," she commanded, as she walked into the kitchen to inspect my work. She disappeared for quite some time before I felt her presence once more.
"Nice work," she complimented. "Now stand up so I can check you out while I decide on appropriate punishment for you. You did great in the kitchen, so I will take that into consideration, but you did dull my blade, and a Diva can't shave with a dull blade. Can she?"
"No, Mistress," I responded, as she looked me up and down inspecting my attire and grooming.
"It looks like you did a good job shaving this morning...from what I can see." With that, she reached out and grabbed my panties and pulled them around my ankles. My cock instantly sprang to attention.
"I like what I see," she said, "but you will have to keep it under control. Do you understand?" she barked, as she firmly grabbed me by the base of my cock and balls and pulled just enough to remind me who was in charge.
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Good, now let's take a closer look," she said, as she pulled on my member while she inspected it thoroughly for any sign of hair. "You did well," she announced. "Make sure to keep it that way. Now for your punishment...grab your ankles."
Without hesitation she hooked my wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs and commanded me to remain still.
"I am going to give you 15 swats for using my razor and only 5 for leaving the kitchen a mess since you did such a good job cleaning it up. I want you to thank me after each swat. If you take your punishment well I might reward you later."
Then, without warning, the first smack came down from her bare hand on my ass. It was both painful and pleasurable at the same time, feeling her skin on mine.
"Thank you," I spoke with every swat, as my skin turned redder with every strike. Finally, she landed her twentieth and freed me from my stance.
"Now, slave, pull up your panties and go make our supper," she commanded.
I pulled them up and went off to accomplish my assigned task. This time I cleaned up after myself as I prepared our meal. When I was satisfied with what I prepared I let her know it was finished and set it before her on the table. I was allowed to kneel next to her and eat mine. When she was done she let me know she was happy with me. "That was nice, now I would like some ice cream for dessert." Of course I obliged her quickly.
"You may have this for dessert," she said, hiking up her skirt. "You did such a good job taking your punishment, I figure you deserve it."
"Thank you, mistress," I said, as I kneeled before her and slid her panties down her incredible legs and over her toes. I dove right in while she ate her ice cream. She tasted even better than the butter pecan she was licking off her spoon.
"Slave, you look great in that outfit. You made me all wet just watching you strut around in it at my beck and call," she moaned, obviously enjoying herself. She must have finished her dessert because now she was slouching back in the chair as she ran her fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. Her moaning became louder as I plunged my tongue deeper inside her. It took only a couple minutes more before I had her climaxing for the second and third time.
"No more," she gasped, pulling my hair away from her glistening pussy. "You have work to do. Besides I can have more of that anytime I want. Now get up and go get my bubble bath ready."
I proceeded to the bathroom and began to run some hot water and then added some lavender scented bubble bath, just like I knew she wanted. While I waited for the tub to fill I looked around the room and noticed a small paper bag with "slave" written on it. I opened it up to find a couple new razors she had purchased for me as well as some aftershave body lotion for men. I did not even realize this stuff existed, but I was grateful to find it because I was already beginning to itch a little.
Finally the bath was full and I went to retrieve her. I was instructed to help her out of her clothes and into the bath. "You may go watch 30 minutes of TV while I relax," she told me, "but don't get too comfortable. I expect you back in here when that time expires." With that she slumped down into the tub and placed a warm wash cloth over her eyes.
I took this time to watch a little sports news and relax a little, but half-an-hour is much shorter than I remembered, so I returned to the place where my diva was soaking.
When I arrived she handed me a new razor she purchased for herself and told me to shave her legs. "Be careful," she instructed. "I'd hate to have to punish you twice in one night for being careless."
I took my time shaving her legs until they were silky smooth. I ran my hand up and down both legs admiring my work and taking the opportunity to feel them one of the few times I would not need permission. After rinsing her off, I helped her from the tub and into her robe. Then I brushed her hair and handed her silk teddy to her before she crawled into bed. She looked so sexy. I wanted her so bad, but I just found my place on the floor and tried to get comfortable.
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