It was mid-afternoon as He watched her go about her house cleaning duties. She was nearly automatic, switching from dusting to vacuuming to laundry and cooking, without stopping to think. He was proud of her progress, as he rarely had to punish her. Occasionally, she bristled at His treatment, usually when He became bored and wished to see some action by teasing her. But she was easily controlled as her mind switched back to role as His sub.
The heat stirred in His loins as she crossed the room in her required uniform, leather corset, mini, stockings and garter with thigh-high, fuck-me boots--6 in. heels, of course. Yes, it was a clichΓ© but DAMN if He didn't get off on it.
She was nearly finished and He decided this was a good time for a session. He stood, walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "Come to the bedroom when you are finished, dear." He felt the shivers travel down her body, an effect of His voice that He enjoyed very much. She squeezed him tight and nodded yes.
In the bedroom, He dug through their "toy box," grabbing rope and nipple clamps. He loved to see her tied, completely trusting in whatever He chose to do. Natural submissiveness had extended her limits far beyond what either of them had expected so soon in her training.
He was ready for her when she entered the room and ordered her to strip. She did so immediately, eyeing the equipment He had laid out on the bed. Her heart leaped slightly and sent icy hot fingers of electricity downward to her clit. She undressed quickly as commanded and stood waiting for His next order.