I'm the slave of a very highly sexed, sadistic but loving Domme. She's smart, energetic and gorgeous inside and out.
I'm under her car, changing the oil. It's a Lexus LS, gifted to her by her daddy. I've already mowed her lawn, and picked all the weeds from the garden I designed and we built together. I know that if I'm good and attentive enough she'll let me take my cage off and masturbate, eventually. It's been 42 days now, but who's counting. She's let me penetrate her occasionally, but only with the cage on. But almost daily, sometimes several times, she likes to ride me either with a dildo gag, or her strap-on attached over my caged dick.
It's also my duty to keep her friends satisfied, both male and female. While this is often sexual, it's more often as a servant or a Butler. Anyway, I'm under her car tightening on the oil filter when my butt plug vibrates 3 times in quick succession. That's her way of summoning me.
I clean up in the garage sink as best I can, and take off my clothes and fold them neatly on the workbench I built. She generally doesn't allow me to wear clothes in the house unless I'm unloading groceries or something.
She's at the kitchen table at her laptop, surrounded by invoices. We bought some land and built storage units on it and she's doing the books. As I step in and kneel before her, sneaking a glimpse of her beauty before casting my eyes to the floor. I'm feeling wonderfully submissive at the moment.
She cups my chin and brings my gaze up to her eyes, "Happy birthday, sweety," she says, and leans down for a long, deep kiss. My toes curl instinctively as I softly caress her face with my strong and calloused hands.
"As I'm sure you've figured out by now, I have a little surprise for you this evening. Justin's coming over around six, and I'd like you to make us dinner. I'd love your baked salmon thing with the cilantro rice, please. So finish up with whatever you're doing so there's time to get groceries."
I can feel the heat of blush rising in my cheeks, and she gives me the most beautiful smile and kisses me deeply again and scoots me away. As I turn to go THWACK, and I impulsively grab my right but cheek and turn to her. She's standing and has this huge grin on her face. She had whipped me, hard, with the power cord of her laptop. I can't help but smile back, though, even though I'm sure it will leave a deep welt.
Finishing up the oil change, I have time to do a quick detail on her car in case we're using it tonight. I want tonight to be perfect.
At the grocery store my butt plug kept going off randomly. As distracting and frustrating as this is, my cock is always straining at its cage, I LOVE it when she does this, which is really quite often. It reminds me that she's thinking of me, and that she's in complete ownership. I feel loved and adored.
Returning home, and her car's not there. After unloading the groceries, I strip down and fold my clothes neatly in the garage. I've built an outdoor shower in her garden to use when I don't shower with her. I used one of the existing Aspen trees to plumb up a really nice shower head, with local limestone slabs as the floor. It's a luxury that I feel deeply grateful for.
As I'm rubbing garlic and butter into the salmon I hear her car pull up into the drive. As she breezes in with a huge smile, setting a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers on the counter, she gives me a yelp as she smacks my ass right where the welt is from earlier, before wrapping her arms around me from behind and laying a string of kisses on my back and shoulders. "When that goes into the oven, I'd like you to run me a bath, please."
I love bath time. I'd expanded her bathroom into what used to be my bedroom. We found this huge clawfoot tub at an estate auction and I put it in by the French doors that open to a cantilevered patio overlooking the garden. It's here I get to wash her hair, and shave her legs, pits, and pussy. I love the intimacy, and she almost always lets me lick her to orgasm after making a perfect little landing strip of her pubic hair.
After toweling her dry, she has me do her nails and apply her makeup. Tonight it's simply some mascara and some subtle eyeliner. She's laid out one of her cute summer skirts, one of my favorites, and I slip it over her before brushing her still damp hair. To finish it off she steps into the super cute G string I'm holding out for her, and I slide them up around her hips before planting a kiss on her pussy. She nods down to the vanity, where her gold necklace is. It has the key to my cock cage on it. She wears it every day. As I clasp it around her, she gives me a long, deep kiss.
With her ready, it's my turn. My collar is on the vanity, and my ball gag, too. My collar is my pride and joy. I made it from thick leather with a soft velvet liner. It's about 3 inches wide with four big D rings and a big, solid buckle in front and a big, antique looking padlock. She slides the collar around my neck, seeming to search my eyes for feeling, clasps the buckle and I see her smile as the lock clicks shut. She gives me another deep kiss before putting the ball gag, also home made, onto me. This, to me, is the piece de resistance. Not only does it take away my ability to speak, it's also a very visible and constant reminder of my status, not only for me, but for anyone who happens to see me. I'm far more acutely aware of this than even my ever present butt plug.
She attaches a leash to my collar, and silently leads me downstairs into the garage. Here, she pulls the shackles off the pegs in the wall. I had built a small forge in the side yard and used it, an anvil and some hammers to make the chain and metal shackles. The shackles are lined with the same leather and velvet as my collar, and lock closed with the same faux antique padlocks, five in all plus a few extras to bind me further, if desired.. My ankles are bound to each other by chain just long enough for me to walk in small steps, about 16 inches where my casual stride is more like three feet. My wrists are attached to a chain around my waist. There's enough slack there so I can work, but not enough where I could touch my face without bending way over. I'm feeling very self conscious about this. While Justin has seen me naked many times and in very compromising positions and situations, never in my shackles. Rosie and I both know he's going to absolutely love this. Me? I'm not so sure.
Back in the kitchen I've set an elegant table, with candles and the bouquet of flowers she had brought in a vase as a centerpiece. "He's here, sweety! Will you get the door?" Here it is, I'm thinking, as I shuffle over to the door. I open it just as he's bouncing up the steps.
"Bwahahaha!", he erupts in laughter as he catches sight of me. I could melt steel with the heat burning in my cheeks, my eyes remaining downcast. "She's really outdone herself with you, hasn't she? Wow!"
He brushes right past me to embrace her in a long and deep kiss. He has brought her flowers, which she hands to me without looking as they continue to make out. As I arrange the flowers he had brought in another vase, they enter the kitchen hand in hand.
"Happy birthday, sport!" he yells as he smacks me, hard, on that same welted butt cheek. It really hurt, and I probably had tears in my eyes when I turned around to acknowledge him, eyes downcast.
"Now, is that a proper greeting?" she says to me with a grin. "On your knees and show him how to do it right!? Burning with embarrassment I kneel before him and nuzzle his crotch with my gagged face. Humiliating as this is, I can feel my cock harden in its cage. As much as I want to hate this, I really get into it once I feel his dick start to stiffen inside his pants. My abhorrence mixes with desire now, to my deepening shame, and I really want to unbuckle his trousers now.