Sandra carried the laundry basket to the laundry room. This was her main chore for the day.
Her beloved Master assigned her daily chores, some of which were routine housekeeping chores, others involved her work situation, and still others concerned her own personal skills and talents.
He generously allowed her a household uniform which consisted of a simple apron as a protective garment. Typically, it wrapped around her middle and tied at the small of her back, the ties were left to hang temptingly over the curve of her round ass. He allowed these aprons to be different colors and prints, but all the same size and style, reminiscent of the fig leaf of the ancient Garden. It simply hid her "slave girl V!"
The garment was not really a covering, as her ass and breasts were fully visible and her pussy fully accessible to her dear Master's use at his convenience. This and soft slippers were all she was permitted to wear on his property.
Only on rare occasions when they went out, or when she went to work, was she permitted anything else to wear, and Master monitored her wardrobe closely because she was his valuable property.
Master had established a few simple ceremonial routines to enhance her submission. Initially, her first daily duty was to suck his magnificent cock until he came, and if permitted, cheerfully swallow every drop of his cum.
She was also charged with the honor of holding his penis when he pee'd, if he wished. She scrubbed him daily in the shower head to toe. This, of course, was a tremendous joy, not a chore, to wash and caress her Master's strong, sexy body.
After drying him, she was to present herself as a visual treasure while he dressed, and if he desired to use her or be pleasured further by her, to eagerly accommodate his desires.
Sometimes, Master would sit out on the back deck and ask her to do something in the yard, maybe water the grass, or gardens, maybe cut the grass, maybe set up for a garden party, whatever, he sometimes asked her to shed her apron and perform her tasks under his watchful eyes. It pleased him to test her limits and obedience often and to get some color on her pale, freckled skin.
Today, Master tasked her with the laundry, and to hang all sheets, t-shirts and casual shorts on the laundry lines stretched across the back yard. He liked when her tits and face showed a bit of sun kissed pink, and he enjoyed the swing and jiggle of His tits as she moved. Her mature curves belonged wholly to him.
He signaled for her to approach him. She came.
"Please go choose a flogger, my dear, and return quickly."
"Yes, Sir!" And she ran off to obey. She returned with his newest flogger, a tool of twenty leather fingers, each tied with a tight knot at its end and attacked to a foot long stiff leather handle. She presented it to him as she'd been taught, then presented herself, standing beautifully in between His knees facing him.
"Stand tall, girl, and lace your fingers together behind your head and DO NOT LET GO!"
"Yes, Sir! She stood as he demanded, fingers laced behind her head.
"Who owns you, girl?" he asked.
"You do, Sir, body, mind, and soul."
"Will you show me?"
"Yes, Master! In what way do you wish me to show you my trust and obedience, Master?"
With no further words, he put his large hands around her waist and moved her back a few steps. He stood, the flogger in his right hand.
"What belongs to me?" he asked.
"All of me, Master."
"Good girl." Immediately, he lifted the flogger and swatted her left tit. She gasped silently. Quickly, he repeated on her right tit. Again, she sucked in air. He looked into her eyes to gage her response. Another quick swat to each tit, making sure to center on her nipples, which stood bravely.
"Color?"
(They had long before established "safe words" to communicate during a scene. 'GREEN,' meant all was good; 'YELLOW' meant she was being tested, but still acceptable. 'RED' meant stop immediately!)
"Green, Master!" He gave her three additional swats across each pale tit. She struggled to hold her position.. He continued to drag the fingers of the flogger across the swell of her breasts and swat her nipples... Five more swats to each tit. She groaned as tears flooded her eyes, but she held her position, loving her Master.
