Before he leaves for work that day, and after they have made love for most of the morning, he issues instructions to her, reminding her that he expects her to strictly comply with his wishes. He tells her that when he comes home, he expects her to be waiting for him kneeling inside the doorway, collar and leash in hand offered to him, her red corset on her body, high-heeled shoes on her feet, hair pulled up off her neck, his favourite perfume dabbed behind her ears, on her wrists and neck. Further, as is the requirement expected of her at all times, she is to be freshly shaved so that her pussy is completely smooth and hairless, soft to his touch.
Prior to greeting him in that way, she is to ensure that the toy bag is organised to his liking and that the room is cleaned and put in good order. All items that are not housed in the bag are to be arranged in their rightful place, either on the shelves allocated to them, or hung neatly on the wall.
So full of love for him, she misses the steely look in his eyes as she dreamily answers, "yes Master, I will".
He replies with a short "okay", before kissing her, telling her that he loves her and that he will be home at his usual time, reminding her once more to follow his instructions to the letter.
He leaves for work after their usual drawn out goodbyes and she waves to him as he goes. Once alone, she decides to go on line for a while and chat to her friends. Long hours pass without her realising and in a mild panic she realises that she still has laundry to do, a bed to make, dishes to wash and dinner to cook for her Master, along with the general tidy up she has included in her daily routine.
Unfortunately, she also realises that she is now very tired, their long hours of lovemaking and fewer hours of sleep making her feel very drowsy. She decides that she really needs a nap if she is to be fresh when her Master returns home, so lies down on their bed for an hour. Or so she thought.
Slowly waking from a delicious sleep, a smile touching her lips as she thinks about what the night has in store for her, she rolls over to glance at the clock. With a rude shock she sits upright as she sees that her short nap was in fact a 4 hour sleep.
With the words "oh no, oh no", she quickly jumps out of bed, stumbling as she runs out into the living room to check the other clock, hoping against hope that the one in the bedroom was wrong. Unfortunately, for her, neither of the clocks are wrong and she sees that its close to midnight and she has done none of the chores, let alone followed any of his instructions.
She tries to calm herself down, mentally checking off the most important chores that must be done, relegating the laundry for tomorrow. She hurriedly takes out pots and pans and with trembling fingers, begins to prepare his evening meal. Once the meal is established and placed in the oven, she does the dishes, breaking a glass in her anxiety, giving her something else to deal with. After the kitchen is passably in order, she turns to tidying up the living room then sweeps the floor, her eyes glancing at the clock, watching in horror as the minutes tick away seemingly like seconds.
She runs to the bedroom and hurriedly makes their bed, picking up their clothes strewn about the floor then tosses them into the laundry basket to be dealt with tomorrow. Smelling something burning, she rushes into the kitchen and opening the oven door can see that the dinner has spilled over in the oven and tries to clean up the liquid as best she can, wondering for the millionth time why she didn't set the alarm before going to sleep.
She runs to the playroom, her eyes taking in the disarray that greets her, remembering that it was to be neat and orderly as he requested, her horror peaking as she once more looks at the clock ticking away mercilessly. Picking up the items as she goes, she stuffs some of them into the bag, forgetting exactly how and where they should be placed. She fastens the zippers, knowing full well that she would be in major trouble when he unzipped it but silently praying that he would be lenient with her. Hanging up some of the items on the wall, she then quickly places the remainder on the shelves before running to the closet in search of the corset.
Did he say red or did he say white, is it the red one or the white one, she asks herself over and over again. In her anxiety, she just can't remember and closes her eyes in order to make her selection. Taking out the red corset, she lays it on the bed before running into the kitchen to check on the dinner once more. Yelping when her eyes automatically look at the clock once more and noting that it was now almost 2am and that he would be home very soon, she races to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
Standing under the hot water, she feels her body relaxing for the first time in hours, the tension slowly seeping out. In almost a trance, she washes her hair then soaps her body, stiffening when she realises that she has yet to shave her under-arms and legs. Hurriedly swiping the razor over these parts of her body, she rinses the lather from her hair and turning off the shower, dries herself quickly.
She dries her hair as speedily as she can, knowing that she looks as though she had just gotten out of bed. She runs back to the bedroom and with fumbling fingers pours her body into the red corset, knowing that he will tighten the laces to his liking when he gets home. All of a sudden she remembers he wants her clad in high-heels and she quickly slips her feet into her shoes, leaving the straps around her ankles undone. Quickly dabbing some perfume behind her ears on her way to the doorway, she barely has time to kneel down as she sees the knob turning and he stands in front of her.
Breathing heavily from her exertions of the past two hours, she is conscious of his eyes taking her in, widening at first, then looking at her in disbelief. He walks into the room before quietly shutting the door behind him, not saying a word. She knows that he is mentally thinking of what he is going to say when he eventually speaks, and she is suddenly overcome by the feeling of dread, knowing that she has failed to meet his expectations stated to her some long hours earlier. She cringes with the knowledge that she has let him down and opens her mouth to speak.
The words she is about to utter die on her lips when he very quietly says, "I don't want to hear your excuses, I've told you before that your excuses will not be tolerated. I gave you some very simple, explicit instructions for you to follow before I left for work, and I am very disappointed that you have not followed them. You know you will be disciplined for your disobedience, and that's final. No more excuses, don't say another word".
She is silenced completely by the sadness she sees in his eyes as he speaks, and feeling very ashamed of herself can only look down, not being able to meet his look. He detests it when his submissive looks away from him and he tells her so, forcing her to look at him once more. By now, she is quietly crying, unable to control her emotions, angry at herself for disappointing her Master in this way, hating herself for her lack of self-discipline.
