Lauries House Slut Ch 01

It was Friday. Two long weeks since Michael had last been under Laurie's control and teasing attentions. He had taken the day off and arrived at her house at mid-morning, letting himself in because she was at work.

Carefully he followed the instructions she had left on the dining room table. His clothes and car keys were now securely locked in the cedar chest in her spare bedroom. The chastity device, called the "Curve," was locked on his cock, its weight a constant reminder of its presence and a challenge not to distract himself too much by the straining denial of any erection. The rounded anal plug, a "Ryder," was inserted in his bottom, well-lubricated with the always available lube, and it started opening his ass for whatever Laurie may have in mind for later. Michael wore the loose t-shirt and shorts that had also been laid out for him.

Dressed as ordered, he worked his way through the list of chores. A basement to be swept, floors to be washed, plants to be watered; those were the easy tasks. Somewhat more difficult, not because of the physical strain, but rather the erotic one, was filling a list of images and stories he was tasked to search for online and save for her to review. This task ensured that his cock spent hours straining against the hard plastic of the Curve, his dripping precum soaked up by the towel he placed on the seat of her desk chair. His shorts carefully folded beside him to protect them from that wetness.

Michael was in the garage, sweeping the floor once more when Laurie arrived home at the end of her day. He stood at the back of the garage as her red Mustang slid to a stop in the driveway, his eyes down as he waited for her. The car eased to a stop and its engine stopped. He listened to Laurie's door open and close, her heels clicking on the dry concrete as she came into the garage to where he stood. The garage door slowly descended, blocking out much of the light.

Without a word her hand stroked his cheek. Slowly it descended, her fingertips trailing across his chest until her hand cupped his genitals. She hefted the weight of the Curve which encased his cock and he moaned softly at her touch.

"Turn," she instructed.

He did so, turning completely about and felt her fingers slide between his cheeks. She pushed in the thin material of the shorts to confirm that the plug was in position as she had instructed in her note to him.

"Good boy," she said, "we'll see if you have been as diligent with the remainder of your tasks. While I get myself ready I want you to wash my car."

"Yes ma'am," Michael whispered as her touch withdrew. He moved towards the storage cabinet that held the things he would need.

"Oh, and one other thing," Laurie said as she turned to enter the house, "when you're ready to start, come and see me for a new plug first."

"Yes ma'am," Michael repeated, ensuring that she heard his response.

Quickly he filled the bucket with warm soapy water at the laundry sink in the garage. He put out the sponges for washing and rags for wiping down her Mustang to prevent spots. lastly, he unrolled the hose out to the car, ready for rinsing the soap from the car's sensual curves.

Then, as instructed, Michael went inside the house. Quietly he went downstairs to Laurie's den and playroom, where he knew she kept her toys and where he was expected to present himself for the new plug. She wasn't there yet, so he dropped his shorts and knelt on the spanking bench. This position exposed him to her and ensured she could replace the plug without having to order him into position.

And he waited.

Five minutes, ten minutes, he wasn't sure. All Michael knew as he knelt quietly was that the images running through his head kept his cock straining against its cage. Images of spankings on that bench, as well as thorough fuckings that left his asshole stretched and sore. So forceful in their nature, yet so satisfying in the depth of submission they created in him. Laurie's ability to discover and fulfill that need made him lust for each such encounter, and to do his best to earn each such reward in his diligence as her house slut.

"Mmmmm," she said as she entered the room, "I do like to see that ass presented for me. I plan to use it well this weekend, so we'll have to open it fully for what I have in mind."

Her hands caressed Michael's ass cheeks, and then spanked him hard on each cheek.

"How long has it been slut?"

"Two weeks since you last took my come Ma'am," he responded quickly, "and two weeks since you last gave me the pleasure of your strap-on."

"And why so long since your last orgasm?"

"Because I was careless last weekend Ma'am, I did not complete my assigned chores."

"That's right," she responded, "you did not and you were not rewarded. I find that giving you no attention at all is a very effective punishment, don't you agree?"

"Yes Ma'am, I do not wish to be sent away, I will try harder."

"As you have," Laurie noted, "and I will see what you have earned for today's efforts, "but for now . . ."

And with that she quickly yanked the plug from Michael's ass. He gasped, but before he could do more than that the pressure of a new, larger plug against his anus made him freeze in place. Gently, yet with a force not to be denied, she worked the sturdy plug into his bottom. Shaped for retention he sighed as the base settled against his skin and his asshole closed around the narrow portion of the shaft.

"There," Laurie announced as she turned to leave the room, "now get back to work."

Knowing that any disobedience might well lead to another week left unsatisfied, Michael quickly got off the spanking bench. Adjusting slowly to the new plug as he replaced his shorts, he kept moving and headed out to wash Laurie's car as directed.

The weight of the chastity device and the new plug ensured that Michael's mind was firmly on his predicament, even as he carefully washed, rinsed and wiped down the red Mustang. He kept his eyes on his work, knowing that Laurie was probably keeping track of his work, watching him from her room over the garage. Once he'd been less attentive, and watched a young lady in very tight shorts walk past the house. Laurie let him no in no uncertain terms that his behaviour was unacceptable as she handed him back his clothes and sent him away. It had been a long week waiting for her next summons, and he was careful not to repeat such punishment.

After wiping down each wheel Michael rolled up the hose, and returned to the garage to empty and clean the bucket he had used. As he worked at the sink, the garage door closed behind him and he waited in the darkness for the instructions he knew would be coming.

"Go downstairs, shower, and prepare yourself," Laurie's voice reached him in the dark garage from where she stood framed in the doorway to the house.

He smiled, her words implied that he had served well and was to be rewarded in her own way.

Obediently, Michael left the garage and went to the basement of the house. There he removed his clothing and climbed into the large shower. Knowing her requirements, he carefully washed his entire body, and shaved again to remove any stubble growth from the day since his first shave that morning. He let the hot water flow over the locked chastity device, soaping where his fingers reached and hoping that the remainder would be clean enough for Laurie's inspection.

Clean, naked except for the Curve, Michael passed through the second door in the washroom and entered Laurie's playroom. Today it was brightly lit, and seemed inviting, at least until one recognized the furniture and implements around the room and understood their purpose. A torture chamber perhaps, but one for sensual and erotic torture. Soft padded surfaces, covered in easy to clean leather and synthetics, ropes and straps for binding willing subjects. A wide variety of whips, paddles, floggers, toys and other devices, some selected for their own primary purposes, others more for the apprehension and implied threat their presence engaged in a submissive's impressionable imagination.

Michael scanned the room, automatically seeking clues as to his fate. In the centre Laurie had placed her "Pony." A modified sawhorse, she called it her Pony because, she had explained, boys don't get to ride real horses, only ponies. The Pony was designed to support his body at the chest and stomach, with additional supports under his feet and calves to bear the weight of the lower body, and an extension cradled the forehead to support the head. Ingeniously designed, the Pony was sparse in its construction and ensured the rider's nipples, genitals and ass were fully exposed. The rider's mouth and face was also available, except that it was in a downward facing posture. A multitude of rings were mounted along every edge to allow the rider to be securely fastened to the Pony. The Pony was adjustable for height, but Laurie kept it at a level that let her use her subject's body in many ways without any discomfort to her.

As he stood in the bathroom doorway, obediently waiting instructions, Laurie entered the room from the main doorway. She was fully dressed, as she almost always when she was training him. All in white, she wore a simple dress with buttons from the scooped neckline to the hem. White stockings which, from past experience, he knew would be attached to a garter, and white Mary Jane stilettos, the closed rounded toes and ankle straps shiny in wet-look patent leather and the gleaming steel heels clicking on the hard floor. Laurie's brown hair was tied in a bun, and the only colour in her outfit was the bright red lipstick she wore.

"Well," Laurie said as she moved toward Michael, "you've apparently been a good boy this week and I am pleased with your progress on your chores. I think that calls for a reward, and that a Pony ride is in order."

"Thank you Ma'am," was all Michael could say, he knew that he was only to speak when spoken to and wanted to be as deserving of his Mistress' attention as he could possibly be.

"Good boy," she said, her fingertips brushing his sensitive nipples, "now get on your Pony and we'll see if you deserve more than that."

Silently, Michael moved quickly to do her bidding. Spreading his legs to straddle the back of the Pony, he leaned forward and lowered himself until his chest rested on the Pony's upper surface. He shifted slightly into the position he knew well and rested his forehead in the cradle mounted for that purpose.

He felt Laurie's hands on his right leg and he relaxed as she lifted his foot into the "stirrup" which supported his feet and calves, with his knee pushed well forward until his ass was the only part of his body which extended behind the Pony's frame. She quickly aided him in getting his left leg in lace as well and he relaxed in the position that Pony required of him. He sighed gently as he felt the straps start to cross his body, holding each part of his body firmly in place.

Michael's mind drifted, subtly shifting from the state of subservience that he had maintained while working through the list of chores, to one of submissiveness. He needed no specific act to make that change of his sense of place, allowing himself to be bound and taken immediately drew his thoughts and emotions into the correct framework. He relaxed as he allowed the feelings of his submission to embrace himself fully, knowing that he was in her care and control was enough.

In his position on the Pony, Michael's sight was directed towards the floor, but his view was not only of the shiny hardwood. In a modification to the Pony, a small LCD monitor had been mounted where it was directly under his face. The last time he had ridden the Pony Laurie had thoroughly stretched and filled his bottom with a variety of dildos and her strap-on cock, and he watched silent images of sexual activities, which seemed to include an abundance of hard cocks shooting hot come, a pleasure she took delight in denying him. The added distraction of the visual stimulation had kept his mind whirling between the imagery and the physical sensations of Laurie's hands on his bound body and that of her thick toys filling his own ass again and again.

Michael rested on the Pony, comforted by the embracing bonds. He listening to Laurie's heels clicking on the hard floor. He strained to hear and decipher the small sounds she made as she prepared for his training. As he did so the screen he was facing came to life. This time the view was not that of commercial x-rated movies, but a strangely familiar scene. He was watching himself in a closed circuit television view of himself strapped to the Pony.

(To be continued)