Jake had just gotten home from work late Friday afternoon. He would only have a few hours before it was time to go out and play with his band at Neon's. Michael, the drummer, also booked the band and had been trying to get them into Neon's for a long time. Since it was such a popular nightspot, all the local bands were trying to get in. Despite the competition, Michael had managed to land them a gig. Jake was excited.
He was getting into his regular routine of eating and cleaning up before leaving for the show, when the phone rang. Anticipating another band member calling about some last minute detail, he was surprised when a sultry voice on the other end of the line said,
"Hello, Jake. This is your Mistress Raven. I know that your band is playing this weekend, but I wanted to see you on Saturday so you could earn one of your videos back."
It had been several weeks ago when he had been tricked into returning to Raven's condo for what turned out to be an all day session of forced housework and brutal punishment. At the end of the day it turned out that she had confiscated some homemade porn videos that Jake had made with some previous girlfriends. Raven told him that she would let him earn the videos back, one at a time, by performing more services for her. Jake knew Raven would call him eventually, and he had thought about it quite a bit over the last few weeks.
There were a total of five tapes, which he had made with girlfriends over the years, and also one made with Tammy, one of the band's groupies. Although Jake was confident of his performance and good looks on the tapes, he didn't like them being in someone else's hands. Just knowing that Raven considered him to be a worthless male slut, he was certain that she had watched all of the videos and scoffed at his sexual performance. Though Jake wouldn't admit it to anyone, the tapes also had some sentimental value to him, like trophies, and he wanted them back. He knew that in order to get the tapes back he would have to spend a total of several days being dominated by Raven. Although he did not look forward to being punished by her, he did find it extremely arousing to be under her complete control. In a strange paradox, this was the dreaded phone call he had been longing for.
"I have to play on Saturday night, but I can come over during the day," Jake answered.
Raven quickly instructed him to come over to her house tomorrow at eight o' clock in the morning. Rather early, considering he wouldn't get home until after three in the morning, but he was in no position to complain. It was Raven's orders. Before she hung up, Raven asked,
"Do you have a little black book of all your lady friends' phone numbers?"
When Jake said yes, she simply ordered him to bring it tomorrow and hung up.
The alarm clock on Jake's night stand rudely awakened him the next morning. The gig had gone extremely well. He had the opportunity to take several ladies home last night, but had brushed them off knowing that if he was up too late he wouldn't be able to make it to Raven's early in the morning. Although last night the ladies had been tempting, he knew that to be late to Raven's or to cancel would have resulted in a terrible whipping or maybe even worse.
Jake rang Raven's doorbell at exactly eight o' clock. When she opened the door, she was wearing a form fitting black leather dress and her knee high spike heeled boots. In one hand was her dreaded riding crop.
"Hello, Mistress Raven," Jake said humbly.
"Well, I see we're getting off to a good start this morning," Raven said and closed the door behind him. "Did you bring your little black book?"
When Jake pulled the small book from the back pocket of his jeans, it was quickly snatched out of his hand. She wasted no time and ordered him to take off his clothes right there in the foyer, and march down to the basement or playroom as she always called it.
Raven sat on one of the tall bar stools and ordered Jake to kneel in front of her, the pointed toes of her boots just inches from his face.
"I'm sure you remember the last time you were here," it was a statement, not a question. "What I have in mind is basically the same thing as last time. You can start down here with the laundry, and continue with the housework until around noon when you will fix my lunch." She ran over a list off all the domestic chores she expected him to complete by early afternoon, reminding him that he would be punished if he did not complete them all, or if he did a sloppy job. At that time she would give him one of his videotapes and he could go home.
"I have some work to do in my office today and I don't expect to be bothered by you unless you have a question about you chores. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Raven," Jake replied.
"Do you remember what it's like to be punished by me, slave?" Raven asked mockingly. Although Jake assured her that he did, Raven said that she would remind him what it was like as an extra incentive to do good work. With that, she planted one of her spike heeled boots on his chest and pushed him backwards, ordering him to lie on his back on the floor. She walked behind the bar for a moment and returned holding a smaller version of her riding crop.
Jake instinctively crossed his hands over his genitals and drew up his knees, begging and pleading.
"You're pathetic," Raven scolded. "Now lay spread eagle on the floor! If I have to tie you up I'll make you suffer even more!"
Tears welled up in Jake's eyes as he laid his hands at his sides. Raven knelt beside her obedient slave. Grabbing his cock firmly in one hand, she expertly struck him on the balls with the small crop, or ball slapper as she called it. Jake flinched violently with every slap, but he was able to stifle his sobs of pain.
Raven could have easily hurt Jake worse than she did, and she might have even enjoyed it, but her salve had work to do and this punishment was intended to be more psychological than painful. Jake was able to stand up easily when it was over, to his surprise.
"Before you get started, there is something I have to do since you've shown in the past that you can't be trusted." With that comment, she pulled out the familiar chastity belt that he had worn the last time. Raven didn't waste time waiting for Jake to put it on, but roughly strapped and locked it into place in a matter of seconds. Then she handed him the spiked leather slave collar, which she ordered him to wear.
"Now get to work," she ordered. Turning on a spike heel, she walked away and clicked menacingly up the stairs.
It took Jake several minutes to regain his composure. He wiped his eyes and adjusted his cock and aching balls, which had been callously stuffed inside the leather pouch of the chastity belt. As Raven had told him on his last visit, the device wouldn't prevent him from masturbating, but he would be unable to clean up the mess inside so he would eventually be caught when it was removed.
Jake opened the louvered doors across the room, exposing the washing machine and dryer. As he had expected, there were several baskets of dirty clothes stacked on the machines. Knowing that he was Raven's helpless prisoner for the day, he set about the familiar routine of sorting laundry on the pool table. His mind was set on doing a good job with the housework and getting one of his videotapes back.
Just like last time, there were no panties or bras in the laundry. Raven knew those would distract him. He did notice a familiar red half shirt, which had gotten him in trouble the last time.
While cleaning the playroom, Jake found a couple items of interest behind the bar. Although Raven had taken her crops upstairs with her, there were two sets of leather cuffs and a familiar piece of heavy rope under the bar. Jake realized that she had been prepared to restrain him earlier. The thought gave him chills and made his aching balls draw up tighter against his body.
The small sink behind the bar had four wine glasses in it. Two of the glasses had lipstick smudges on the rim. Evidently Raven had hosted a small party over the past few weeks. There was also a heavy glass ashtray that was half full.
With Raven keeping such a clean house, Jake couldn't imagine someone lighting up a cigarette in it. All the cigarette butts looked like they were of the same brand, but roughly half of them had traces of lipstick on them, which matched the smudge on one of the wine glasses.
Although Jake found the housework rather boring, he did take an interest in putting together clues he found, in hopes of learning more about his mysterious Mistress Raven. He remembered a hidden scrap of paper, which he had written some phone numbers on that he had seen on her caller I.D. There had also been evidence of a male guest in her bed when he changed the sheets several weeks ago. He would have to check both of those things later.
It was difficult for him to imagine Raven down here in the playroom, shooting a game of pool with her male companion and another couple. The thought of her finding a man worthy of sharing her bed was almost incomprehensible.
Keeping an eye on the clock that morning, and already familiar with Raven's townhouse condo, Jake was able to make good progress. He was especially watchful of the washer and dryer so he could toss in another load as soon as a machine stopped. It was no surprise that his clothes were no where in sight when he started work on the first floor.
He went through the awkward routine of watering her plants on the back patio, wearing only his chastity belt and collar. Thankfully, no one passed on the near by sidewalk.