As She enters the house, She drops Her bags in front of me without saying a word. She kicks Her shoes off and proceeds into the lounge to sit down.
'Tea', she says. 'Quickly slut.'
'Yes Mistress,' I reply quietly.
I quickly put Her bags and shoes in their designated places and rush to the kettle. I have been boiling it every 10 minutes throughout the day to keep the water hot for Her. I make a pot and pour Her a cup, using the best china we have. I then take it to my Mistress on my knees, holding the cup above my eyeline as an offering to Her.
The distance from the kitchen to the lounge is considerable when you can only use your knees, and it is very hard not to spill anything when moving like this. I cannot go too slowly either as I sense my Mistress is already in an impatient mood. I can feel the hot tea sloshing in the cup, and I can only hope none escapes.
When I get to the couch, I proffer the cup to Her. There is a long pause before She takes it from me. My eyes are downcast so I cannot see Her reaction, but the pause is ominous.
'Tsk, tsk, tsk,' She eventually chides me. 'This won't do at all slut.' She places the saucer in front of me, and I see there is a small amount of tea swimming in the bottom. My heart sinks.
'Lick that up slut,' She says. 'That will give me time to think of your punishment.'
'Yes Mistress,' I reply, bending to my task...
Such is my role as my Mistress' slut. It is one I freely accept and revel in. Ever since my wife and I discovered that we had the natural instincts for a Mistress / Slave relationship, our roles have begun to evolve. This has taken some time, as neither of us have a desire to really hurt each other. My wife is gradually becoming more and more domineering of me, and Her tasks and punishments are becoming increasingly more fiendish. However, they are not designed to really hurt me physically... yet. Mistress uses the far stronger force of psychological torture to dominate Her Slut...
After we returned home from our first shopping trip together, I fairly ran into the house.
'Get changed here slut,' Mistress commanded. 'I will wait in the bedroom. And leave the blinds open as well,' She added as She left.
'Yes Mistress,' I replied, slightly worried. Our house is at the end of the street and looks out directly onto the road. Anyone walking or driving along the street can see straight in if the blinds are open.
The leather g-string seemed to bite deeply into my ass and the pouch firmly gripped my cock and balls. I put on the wrists and ankle cuffs and then entered the bedroom.
Mistress was dressed in a black PVC basque with a plunging V-neckline. A row of chains hung across the neckline, becoming shorter in length as they descended from Her throat to Her breasts. She also wore black stocking which were held by suspender clips at the bottom of Her basque, and a micro thong. My already-hard cock leapt at the sight of Her as She reclined on our bed, and I must have stared at Her for over a minute, just standing there in the doorway! My reverie was broken by the sound of Her voice.
'What the hell do you think you're doing slut?' She yelled at me. 'How DARE you enter here without asking my permission! And walking in too! You are still too presumptious slut and don't seem to realise your role in this house."
Her raised voice deeply startled me. I quickly dropped my eyes and apologised.
'Sorry Mistress.'
'SHUT UP!' was Her reply. 'Get out of here and come in properly. I want you crawling like the slut you are. And ask permission first!'
'Yes Mistress,' I replied quietly. I turned and left, returning to the living area. I then began to crawl down the hall to our bedroom on my hands and knees. My cock was shuddering at the thought of Mistress awaiting me. At the bedroom door I stopped and knocked gently.
'Mistress, may I enter your presence?' I asked.
'That's MUCH better slut,' She answered. 'And no, you may not. Stay there while I pleasure myself. You are not fit to be with me yet.'
I was devastated! A Goddess was in the next room and I could not see Her. But I realised that She was right of course. She was the one in control, not me. I could hear the gentle hum as She used a vibrator on herself, and Her moans became more and more animated until She let out a long, slow moan that seemed to last forever. I so wanted to peek around the door, but I feared Her retribution. I was learning.
'God, that cum was good slut,' She purred. 'I need a sleep now. Stay there on your knees while I rest. Don't move and don't you dare peek at me, or you won't see my pussy for a month! And don't you DARE touch My cock either!'
'Yes my Mistress,' I answered, thoroughly frustrated but incredibly excited. Her cock! She said Her cock! She really was taking ownership of me! As I knelt there, just outside our room, I could feel Her cock pulse with my every heartbeat. I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of it, smearing the inside of my pouch. The only sound was the gentle breathing of my Mistress as She slept and the thumping in my chest. But I did not move, and Her cock did not go soft for an instant.
I had no idea of how much time had passed when She finally woke. My knees hurt and I had a sharp pain in my shoulders, but it all seemed to go away when I heard the bed creak gently and Her soft moans as She stretched. She came into the doorway and I immediately looked up at her.
'Eyes down slut!' She yelled. 'Have I given you permission to look at me?'
'No Mistress. I'm sorry,' I answered as I quickly cast my eyes downwards.
'Thats better,' She said. 'Now, I do want you to watch me because I need to pee. But you must watch because something very special will happen to you soon,' She teased. 'You may look at me when I sit.'
'Yes Mistress,' I answered. When I heard the telltale signs of Her on the toilet, I turned and looked. The toilet is situated very close to our bedroom, so I could easily turn to look at Her. She was sat there in Her outfit, but she hadn't removed Her thong. She looked right into my eyes and said gently 'Watch now slut. I think you know what you will be doing soon....'
She began to pee through Her thong, still looking deep into my eyes. A smile slowly spread across Her face, as She saw the truth dawn on mine.
'Yes slut, you know don't you,' was Her response.
I nodded slowly, watching the golden stream trickle through Her thong. When She finished, she simply stood up and returned to the bedroom.
'Come,' was all She said as She passed me.
I crawled into the room and waited at the foot of the bed.
