Jules stood by the large kitchen sink gently washing the wine glasses from a large bowl of warm soapy water. She was conscious of the French Maids outfit that her master insisted that she wore, but secretly revelled in the effect she knew it had on him.
She was aware that he had entered the kitchen and was standing some distance behind her, but she remained focussed on her task conscious that her breathing and heart rate had risen slightly. Her black silk uniform showed her figure to excellent effect. A white large ribboned apron adorned the front of her dress which hemmed several inches above the knee.
When first instructed to wear it Jules had protested that the skirt was too short but her master had insisted and of course she should have known better that to argue.
'You have beautiful long legs,' he stated, thinking it obvious. 'You should take pride in displaying them for my pleasure.'
Jules had now become accustomed to this, but remained very aware when in her uniform, and more so when he had company. Somehow the more anxious she became, the more it seemed to ride up her silky thighs.
Her appearance was completed with a pair of exquisite soft black leather high heels and sheer black fully fashioned nylons. Jules had known from the start to keep the seams perfectly straight, and today was no exception.
She could sense his own excitement, and in a moment of playful power games she brought her heels together and braced her legs back raising herself gently on to her toes. She knew that this would excite him even more, and allowed herself a brief inward smile.
She felt his soft hands glide up the back of her right thigh.
'Perfectly straight seams Jules,' he complimented her and began to nuzzle her neck.
She knew better than to be distracted from her task, but he could read her like a book and was well aware of the effect of his touch and the knowledge that Jules had been denied any sexual relief for the last week. He had teased her like this once before waiting for the merest hint of a response.
She had weakened and had been forced to wear love balls inside of her for the evening. Not so bad you might think, except that her master had insisted on taking her to a restaurant in which she had to walk up and down a spiral staircase. The sensations overwhelmed her and near the bottom of the stair she had to stop and sit for fear of disgracing herself with a public orgasm.
The staff had raced to her assistance believing her to be unwell. Her eyes had caught those of her master who was smiling, his eyebrow raised in a quizzical yet knowing manner
On returning home Jules had been rewarded for he self restraint. Her master had undressed her to her lingerie before kneeling before her as she reclined on the leather sofa. He had gently teased and nuzzled her with his tongue. Brought to the point of no return and terrified that he would stop she had abandoned any thought of further punishment and clutched at his hair burying his face in her sex.
Unknown to her this had pleasured him immensely and with slow deliberate licks of his warm soft and probing tongue she had been taken over the edge in an eruptive orgasm that had left her exhausted.
She dried that last of the glasses and returned them to the polished shelf. He took one she had cleaned and held it up to the light.
'Tsk Tsk. What have we here?' he asked showing Jules the glass. It looked perfectly clean but she knew better than to contradict. He replaced the glass and returned to her. She stood demurely clutching her hands in front of her.
'My Master, I'm sorry if I ....' He raised his hand to silence her.
'Jules as you know we don't do excuses do we?'
'No Sir,' she replied softly. She averted her eyes downward feeling suddenly embarrassed, knowing what was coming.
'Will you bring me the punishment book please?'
Jules reached up and collected a small black leather notebook which was kept next to the recipes. She handed it over trembling slightly with anticipation.
The punishment book kept a record of all Jules's misdemeanours and the punishments that were awarded. These varied from mild humiliation to erotic tickling and mild spankings. Jules was amazed at the creativity that her master seemed to have in inventing ever more fascinating punishments for her.
At the back of the book lists of punishments were written out on separate pages and sometimes Jules had been forced to open the book at one of these pages thus determining her own fate. Her master had cruelly written in some treats as well and so Jules could never be sure. Being forced to randomly choose her own punishment had become something that gave her that oh so common tummy churning sensation that she had first experienced when taken in by her master.
He smiled at her and offered her the book.
'Now then Jules you know what to do. Eyes closed and pick a page.'
Jules closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She dreaded electing the worst of the punishments and knew that they included some that she would find particularly difficult such as being made to empty her bladder in public.
She took the book and began flicking through the pages.
'No wait.' His warm hand stopped her and gently stroked her fingers.
'I'd like to be more creative, let me think on this.'
She opened her eyes amazed. He smiled.
'You are not off the hook dear girl, not by a long shot,' he smiled 'but enough for now.'
He retrieved the glass and placed it on the edge of the large dark wooden table that occupied the centre of the kitchen. Jules reached for it, but anticipating her move he pushed it a few inches out of her reach.
They played this game for a few seconds with him pushing the glass ever more towards the centre until Jules was bent over, one hand stretched full across to the centre. Her left leg extended behind her for balance. He allowed her fingertips to touch the stem of the glass.
'Remain exactly where you are please.' His voice was cool and commanding. It never failed to stimulate a flutter of excitement that gently shimmered down deep inside of her. Fully stretched as she was Jules realised her vulnerability even more.
He walked slowly and deliberately around the table and selected a bottle of opened red wine from a side shelf.
'Hold the glass off the table.'
Jules lifted the glass slightly aware that her hand was trembling. He filled it to the brim, and placing the bottle down walked around until he was beside her again.
'A test of discipline I think Jules,' he whispered softly in her ear before moving silently behind her.
She knew what was coming. He adored her vulnerability in situations like these. It fired the animal lust that she new this refined and gentle man capable of showing. She felt him press against her, his hands gently caressing her waist and inside thighs. Jules gasped and fought to contain herself.
'I don't want to see a drop wasted,' he instructed knowing the impossibility of her task.
'Now then dip your back please Jules.'
She arched herself for him taking pleasure from the moan of satisfaction that involuntarily uttered from his lips as his hungry hands played with her body with ever increasing gentleness and commensurate excitement.
She felt his fingers playing with her outstretched leg and grimaced in delicious agony as softly and slowly tickled the seam up the back of her leg. Jules held her breath. He knew her and could read the situation like a book; the game was on.
His fingers teased; tickled; caressed. His other hand played with her hair and the base of the neck. She could feel his hardness and excitement against her and felt her own body respond bathed in the exquisite anticipation of what was to be denied her.
'Let yourself go, let yourself feel,' he teased, knowing that if she did the game would be lost. His fingers gently caressed the top of her stockings and walked softly finding the front of her silk panties. He gently reached inside now teasing, softly stroking. His fingers now gently probing, tickling, tantalising..
Jules could hold back no longer and expelled a gasp at the same time collapsing her arm on the table.
Wine spilled from the glass.
'Oh dear me Jules, what have we here?'
He immediately stopped the delightful torture and instructed her to mop up the spill. Jules could barely walk for the excitement. She had been so close. Why did he always seem to know?
He looked at his watch. 'Time for bed I think.'
Jules hurriedly knelt at her Masters feet, her hands each side of his waist. His excitement still clearly bulging through his close fitting trousers.
'Please don't leave me like this. I'll do anything, please give me relief. Please!' Her begging seemed quite frantic and desperate. Even as she spoke she knew it would simply add to his cruelty.
'Have you been good?' He enquired almost dispassionately.
'Yes yes,' hurried Jules in response thinking that for once her Master may show pity on her desperate desire for relief.
