As the first light of day gently filters through the bedroom window where he lays beside his sleeping Mistress, he listens for the familiar click of the electronic lock which heralds the beginning of his day. Carefully freeing the chain from his collar, he tiptoes out and quietly closes the door. While showering he spends specific attention to wash carefully between his legs where the metal cage grasps his sex. He tries to be clinical about it, but he just can't help the rising lust which seems to be a constant reminder of his new life. He thinks back as he rubs the soap underneath the bars... 6 days 14 hours.
He's always had fantasies about being kept locked in chastity. He'd had some experience before he'd met her but now the reality of it... well it is different. Of course he'd locked himself up for a while but after a bit of time passed he'd find himself becoming so excited he'd soon release himself and masterbate. And when he found previous partners or keyholders it always seemed that well... they were quick to release him. So this experience was different. She was not so quick to release him. She is relentless. He expected like the other women for whom he'd been locked up, that she would let him loose when he hinted that he wanted to be freed. But she is different. She seems to relish his hunger... even more than he imagined possible. She doesn't take hints (like the others). She just smiles. And when he begs her for release quite genuinely she laughs with pleasure and explains only when she sees progress in his training would she even consider a 'reward'. He tries not to think about it.
He starts her coffee before he begins to get dressed. She explained to him that if he is going to be her maid he would dress as one. And she likes him to wear the frilly french maids uniformss she had ordered him to acquire. He could do without the corset. But she had insisted that he wear it daily and would check his waist measurements occassionally. She calling it a 'pop quiz', just to make sure he kept it as tight as she liked. She favors the split crotch underwear for his caged cock, and garters and hose. He checks the bow of his apron in the mirror. She had explained her preference for a big 'moneymaker' bow tied firmly behind and he is doing what he can to please her. He checks his makeup before setting up her tray with her paper, rose and of course, her coffee.
She stirs at the sound of his heels clicking, the crinoline petticoats swishes as he walks into her bedroom and sets up her tray before opening the curtains and flooding the room with the morning daylight. Turning toward her he curtsies and kneels at her bedside.
"Good Morning Mistress. I trust you slept well Ma'am"
"Very well". She yawns and smiles at him. "... and how did you sleep slave. I do hope that your urges didn't keep you up?"
"I'm afraid they did Ma'am. I'm just not used to ... I'm ... having trouble adjusting Mistress."
She smiles broadly and purses her lips "Are you? Poor baby... well don't worry dear. I'm going to work you very hard today and hopefully tonight you will sleep soundly. You are bound to eventually."
"Yes Mistress I'm sure you're right but if only I could ...", he blushes broadly.
"Yes?" She sips her coffee.
"It's just that I'm not used to how strict you are Ma'am. If you could see your way clear to allowing me a little relief Mistress I'm sure that..." She holds out her cup.
"More coffee now... and bring me your form." He brings himself to his feet to comply with her order. The tone in her voice tells him that it's not the best time for him to make his needs known. But he is finding out more and more that making his needs known is not about getting his needs met. It's more about entertaining the woman whom he has committed to serving. And the form? Well that was her idea. It's a list she can merely check mark to prioritize the housework she will have him do for her today along with any special instructions. He returns with the coffee, fills her cup and hands her the clipboard with the form in place and a pencil and returns to the kitchen with the pot. She is busily filling in the form when he returns and settles again on his knees.
"...polish the silver again and ... I've got a date tonight so handwash my lingerie when you do the laundry and take special care of my white silk blouse. And you might as well do a special job on my black pumps when you shine my shoes." She keeps checking off more chores and he realizes that he will again be working very hard all day just to make sure he not get behind. She smiles as she hands him the list and reaches under the hem of his dress and while fondling his sex trapped behind the bars asks, "you won't dissappont me, will you?"
His cock immediately swells painfully against the bars at the touch of her fingers against he sensitive skin and he sighs deeply with lust as his eyes close. He manages to tell her, "No Mistress".
She removes her hand. "You'll need to change out of that uniform before you get it dirty doing the floors again. You might as well change now while I shower And then lay out my blue suit."
Trying to recover some composure, "Yes Mistress."
As he listens to his Mistress showering he carefully lays out her blue suit. He knows now which scarf and shoes she generally wears with it and carefully places them on the bed after making it. He removes the tray and tops off her coffee cup before returning and waiting on his knees for her return. She returns in her towel and after seeing him look up at her, gestures him to face the wall with a wave of her hand. He listens as she opens her lingerie drawer; the sound of the fabric as she puts on her panties and bra. The sounds initiate a new round of swelling inside his cage as he dutifully faces the corner and imagines her. He just can't control himself.
"OK" she instructs and her turns around to find her sitting on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties with the lotion she likes and hands it to him. "You may rub this on my feet now. His body becomes electric as he gently rubs the lotion onto her feet and listens as his Mistress sigh with pleasure. He silently begs his body not to give into the frustrating desire he is unable to control as he gently caresses the arch and the balls of her delicate and beautiful feet. He steals a glance at the firm sexy body of his teasing Mistress. And though his cock hurts as it mashes against the thick metal bars he feels such an inexpicable serentity in being allowed to pleasure her there.
She sighs deeply before telling him to stop. "Very nice dear. But I really do have to go, and you have so much to accomplish today. You will work hard today won't you?"
"Yes Mistress." She gently pulls on and smoothes her nylons and attaches them to her garter belt as he hungers for her. She sits down after putting on her dress and waves her feet while arching her brow. He understood immediately and carefully helps her on with her shoes caressing the silky ankle and imagining ... well ideas which were best left unspoken.
As she puts on her makeup, she reminds him about the internet cameras she had him install so that she can check in on him at work to make sure he is keeping busy. She reminds him, "and you know what happens when you dissapoint me, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress". At the door he helps her on with her coat before she turns around and points to the floor. Again he kneels and when she offers her shoe, he kisses it greedily; first one than the other.
"I've got to run dear. I should be back about 7. He'll be picking me up about 8 so you need not worry about making dinner for me."
"Yes Mistress"
"You have a good day... well at least a busy day." He looked up at her with so much desire and desperation; his cock swelling out of control --- just the way she liked it; excited but denied. Her smile as he looks up at her, on his knee, is infectious. After a moment's gaze she blows him a kiss and closes the door.
* * *
He looks at his chore list and shakes his head. She shows no mercy. Knowing he can't waste a moment he changes out of his uniform and after loading the washing machine, begins in the bathroom scrubbing down the procelain. Taking a brush and carefully souring the cracks between the tiles, his mind wanders to massaging his Mistress' feet this morning before the relentless swelling happens again. And it hits how totally trained he is becoming. His days are becoming never-ending drudgery. And as if he is watching someone else he is shocked to find that the slave, on his hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor, tightly corsetted and chastized, is actually being turned on by the cleaning he is commanded to perform. She has curbed his sexuality for her use -- to train him to do for her rather than satisfy him. And he is becoming mindlessly enthralled. And as he cleans her house, washing her clothes, shines her shoes, irons, vacuums, washes, dries, scrubs, shines and polishes, his cock drips with a desire he cannot quench unless and until she lets him. And the control she has assumed keeps his mind flooded with images. He reviews in his mind kissing her feet, the look he stole of her in her bra and panties, and that smile that tells him she is pleased with him; happy that he is accepting his slavery; his training; his chastity.
* * *
The minutes turn to hours as he mentally checks off the list of endless chores. After the teddy she specifically had ordered laundered has dried, he runs a cool iron across it. Imagining his Mistress wearing it he needs to make sure not to let the delicate lace brush against the cage where his sore and swollen cock continues to drip the precum which would spot his Mistress' lingerie. The black pumps she has ordered polished and that she will wear on her date, he shines to a mirror finish. And he wishes his sex would stop it's relentless throbbing as he pictures her wearing them. Of course the kitchen floor is washed, the counters wiped down, the dishes cleaned and put away, the bathroom scrubbed and shined; the laundry folded and carefully returned to the drawers and closets where she has instructed they go. In the afternoon he dusts and waxes all the living room furniture and imagines her at the desk where she might look at the web site where she can check that he isn't loafing. Not that he ever would but he feels his weariness while polishing the silver and wonders how it is that he's landed up like this. His fetish so strong that he suffers and works for his Mistress without any reciprocity. A bit after 6:30 he checks his list to be sure he hasn't forgotten anything and does the last moment touch-ups and waits in anticipation for his Mistress to return. Promptly at 7 his Mistress opens the door to find her slave kneeling there in greeting.
"Good Evening Mistress". She points to the floor and again he kisses her shoes in homage. He practically feels her looking around as he grovels there before her.
"How are you? Did you work hard for me today?"
"Yes Mistress" She looks around and smiles. She takes off her coat and he takes it and hangs it in the closet.
"Come into the bedroom. My feet are killing me" He finds her sitting on the bed when he follows her, gets on his knees and begins what is now the daily ritual of massaging her aching feet. As he carefully kneeds the arches, and heels she directs him in exactly what she wants. He is happy knowing that as he needs less directives from her to accomplish what she desires and and is nurtured by the deep sighs of relief emanating from her, as he works the sore muscles. After a ten minutes or so she reaches into the bedside table and hands him a blind fold which he promptly puts on. His ears prick up as he listens to her undress. He hears her get back on the bed again.
"Put out your hands". He does. She places a pair of open handcuffs in them. "Put these on behind your back"
"Yes Mistress" He does.
"I want you to get me ready for my date now" His cock swells uncontrollably as he listens to his Mistress relax on the bed, spread her legs and pulls his hair directing his face between her legs. He shivers in anticipation as she whispers, "Get me excited". He happily complies and remembering exactly how she like it begins to happily use his mouth and tongue to pleasure her. It isn't long before his nibbling and sucking brings the first of a few orgasms as she grabs his head into her sex with her legs. At 7:45 she stops him and directs him kneeling into her closet. She whispers in his ear, "Thank you slave put it's almost time for my real date. I want you to wait right here and don't you make a peep. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress" He settles in and made himself as comfortable as he can. A few minutes later the door bell rings and he hears the click of her heels approaching the front door. He imagines how she might look in the teddy he has laundered for her. Imagine is all he can do. Silently. Lustfully. In the quiet of the closet he imagines her greeting her lover with a big wet kiss. And waits for what will unfold quietly, tired, and so hot and frustrated he can no longer think straight...
Is she really going to do what he imagines she might do... no she wouldn't really...would she? But all he can do is wait and obey and lust after her and suffer... He smells her sex on his lips and his cock strains painfully against the bars of the cage now locked on for most of the week. He waits silently not daring to move, tired from his hard day's work. Every few minutes he thinks he hears them laughing or moving.
After what seems like forever he hears them both walk into the bedroom. He strains to hear what they are saying and doing. And then the telltale sound makes itself evident. Her sighing sounds become louder. The periodic sounds on the bed compressing and releasing get louder as she tells him loud enough for him to hear easily.
"Oh God ... fuck me harder." The pounding of the bed gets louder. His swollen bruised cock is dripping with lust. His heart races with a desire which will not be quenched as he listens to his Mistress get closer to exstasy. Her breathing becomes a moan before the first orgasmic rush. All he can do is feel the roughness of the floor under his knees. He wants to turn it off. His cock is so swollen. But all he can do is ... nothing. He must simply wait... and listen. And her second orgasm leaves her less inhibited than the first as she sighs in delight.
"Turn over" he tells her. And in the darkness of his blindfold he listens as her pleasure rises again. He tries to think about anything else but of course he fails. He is trying to learn erectile control; the relentless swelling has brusised the senstitive tissue, replacing the excitement signalled by the firming of his sex with the discomfort of its captivity. But as his Mistress is consumed with the heightening erotic pleasures, his cock mindlessly throbs in frustrating sympathy. For well over an hour her lover brings her endless pleasure. Her slave is silently left with burning knees and an mindnumbing desire.
Mercifully the sounds of their lovemaking begin to subside and after some quiet time he hears the footsteps of her lover move toward the front door. Another 10 minutes pass before he hears her open the closet door and call him. She removes the cuffs and the blindfold.
"That man certainly does know how to satisfy me". She smiles at the slave looking up at her pathetically still on his knees. "I hope you appreciate my letting you listen in like that."
"Oh Mistress....please" he begs as she smiles at him. "Oh please". He knows better than to say much more. And as he listens to himself in abject defeat and mindless desire he is at a loss to know what more to say.
"Didn't you enjoy it?" she teases.
"Mistress?"
"I mean the sex. My being pleasured is what sex is about for you now isn't it?."
"Oh Mistress please". Her smile becomes a wide grin. She sits on the edge of the bed facing him and gently strokes his cheek. She's letting him have a little reward by allowing him to see her in the teddy he laundered earlier that day.
"Sex for you is rubbing my feet with oil every night."
"Yes Mistress of course bu..."
"Sex for you is making my house spotless..." He shakes his head. "Sex for you is shining my shoes, scrubbing my bathtub, bringing me coffee... and dreaming about the next time I allow you to massage me or...", she teases, "pleasure me isn't it?"
"Oh God Mistress I'm so hot and bothered my mind can't think I'm so frustrated ... please Mistress co..."
"Yes of course you are ... it's exciting to have sex with me, isn't it?"
"Oh God Yes Mistress", he groans.
"Why don't you tell me how pretty I look?" She strokes he hair and giggles.
"You are so beautiful Mistress", he states so sincerely.
"Sex for you is remembering how nice I was to let you see me dressed so prettily for you and touching your cheek..."
"Yes Mistress.."
'... while scrubbing down my kitchen cabinets tomorrow"
"oooo Mistress?"
"And sex for you right now is straigtening up here while I'll go shower."
After a few minutes putting away her clothes and making the bed he gathers a bit of self control and thinks about his life. He'd been searching for a woman who would find his fetish for chastity training exciting. He remembered how he'd asked for this. How he'd begged for it. To be used by someone; humbled. He wanted a woman that would work him endlessly and hold his key longer than he wanted her to. He thought about how twisted that last thought was and realized that he had found her. And he shivered.
She allowed him to use the bathroom and prepare her for bed. She points at the bedpost when he joins her and he knows that means it was time for him to reattach himself with the collar and chain. She lays back and points to her feet. After he oils them and massages them for about 10 minutes she turns off the light.
"You do remember what I said in my first letter to you... yes?"
"Yes Mistress"
"yes will mean yes and no will mean .... no."
"Yes Mistress. And a few moments later he hears the tell-tale quiet breathing sounds of his Mistress falling asleep. Curling up on the floor beside her he considers that he has found -- he is living the life he has always dreamed of. 'My God I really am her slave'. He felt both the excitement and ... the horror. He pulls the blanket tightly around him and after a period of painful swellings falls gratefully asleep.