The rest of the afternoon was actually pleasant, despite the fact that I still had a ton of chores left to do. But it was the sort of lazy weekend day I envisioned when I first started serving Amber. Well, sort of. I didn't imagine that I would be naked except for my red thong, matching garter belt and stockings. However, Amber was generous and let me set up the ironing board in the living room while she sat on the couch and watched TV. We chatted about everyday things while I made sure her expensive clothes were perfectly pressed and hung neatly in her closet. After that chore, I sat at her feet in the living room while I cleaned and polished all of her shoes as she continued to lounge.
"You know, you're doing a very good job with those shoes. And your ironing is really improved over the last few weeks. I think in just a few months you'll be a properly trained little maid."
I glowed with pleasure at my owner's rare words of praise. I was bothered by the term "maid" but I tried not to let that interfere with the pleasure I was feeling.
"Thank you Miss!" I said in sincere gratitude, looking up from where I knelt on the floor in front of her. I was always careful to set out newspaper and towels on her carpeted living room whenever I polished her shoes. As always, her beauty literally took my breath away. Even lounging on the couch in her dress, with her feet tucked up under her legs, she was gorgeous. Her eyes stayed fixed on the tv, so I was given a rare opportunity to stare at her cleavage. Her breasts seemed somehow always on the verge of spilling out of whatever top she was wearing, and I watched in fascination as her breath made the tops of her mounds subtly rise and fall. My eyes slid down to her full hips, straining at the thin fabric of her sundress. The hem of the dress had drifted far up her thighs in her reclining position. I knew if she shifted just ever so slightly or changed the angle of her legs, I would be able to see those pale blue panties she had teased me with.
Without taking her eyes off the tv, she snapped her manicured fingers and pointed down at the floor next to her. I immediately crawled to the spot she pointed, looking at her expectantly.
She ignored me for a minute or two as I shifted uncomfortably, finally sitting down with my legs crossed, with my back against the couch.
"Good boy," she said, patting me on the head. I twisted my neck slightly to look up at her. Her boobs filled my vision, just inches away. She was still watching TV.
Her hand remained on my head, idly patting for a minute or two. Then she began running her fingers through my hair. I sighed - it felt so amazing. I turned my head forward slowly, not wanting her to stop.
"You've been a good boy. And good boys get rewards. You may sit next to me and relax while we watch my show."
We watched in silence for the next hour. I reveled in the rare chance to relax in Amber's presence, but more so in the fact that she would occasionally run her fingers through my hair, or rest her hand on my neck or shoulder. Her program - some kind of fashion show - was over too soon.
Amber stretched luxuriously.
"Break's over bank. Why don't you get me a glass of water than you may continue with your chores."
I hurried to my feet to get her water. Amber had pulled out a book and was stretched out on her side on the couch, reading. I placed the water on the end table within her easy reach.
"I may take a nap bank. Keep at your chores of course. You may make me dinner at 6, then you need to change and meet up with Sarah."
I furrowed my brow. I didn't have a workout scheduled with Sarah...
Oh yes. I was supposed to be there for her first session with ...Zach? Her new potential customer-slash-potential chastity guy. And potential boyfriend or whatever that relationship would look like - sub with benefits? This was all getting very complicated, I thought ruefully.
True to her word, Amber drifted of to sleep. I tried to handle chores that I could do quietly, like dust and clean the baseboards. While I was on my knees, I moved very gingerly to avoid tearing my stockings. I wasn't sure that would happen, but it seems like I read somewhere that sometimes when women would get on their knees to....
I hurriedly thought of something else as my sore penis twitched in its cage. I mentally ran through the dinner I would cook for Amber - A chicken thigh with pan sauce, mashed potatoes, and peas.
At five o'clock I crept into the kitchen. I looked down at myself and shook my head. I didn't want to splash cooking oil or chicken juice all over my new lingerie, so I took out Amber's apron and tied it around my waist. Unfortunately it was pale pink with a big white bow in the front. But it was better than potentially ruining my new lingerie.
I heard Amber stir as I was finishing her meal. I arranged the chicken and potatoes and peas carefully on the plate, and then drizzled the thick buttery caper pan sauce on top. I set the plate on the table, let a candle, dimmed the lights, and poured a glass of white wine.
Amber laughed as she got up from the couch, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"I like the apron, bank. Very fitting."
I blushed as I held her chair for her, and helped scooted it forward.
"Wow bank...this looks really good." She nodded her head in approval, and smelled her plate before taking a bit of the chicken. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. I swelled with pride again. There were SOME benefits to not being able to keep a girlfriend around. I had gotten used to cooking all of my meals over the years.
I stood several feet away from the table as she ate in case she needed anything. She tapped her wine bottle with her fingernail so I refilled it. Other than that, she ignored me and ate in silence, lingering over her food and wine. At last she was finished.
"That was excellent, bank. Very well done. You're having a fantastic day for me, aren't you?"
I fought to suppress a smile. I always melted when she praised me - it definitely wasn't the norm.
"I mean, I haven't had to fine you at all for your work. And this dinner was just - magnificent."
She stretched in her chair - my eyes were glued to her chest as her breasts rose and fell enticingly.
She slid her chair back slightly. I moved to help her get up, but instead she took her plate and set it under the table between her feet.
"As a reward you may finish my leftovers," she said, picking up her phone and scrolling.
"Yes Miss" I replied, immediately dropping to my knees.
"And bank?"
I looked up at her before I crawled under the table.
"Yes Miss?"
"You do not have permission to look up my dress."
I swallowed.
"Yes Miss."
Under the table, I could see that her knees were spread. Not lasciviously so, but definitely not like how people used to think a lady should sit. This was just out of my peripheral vision. I swallowed again and felt my dick twitch in the cage. I kept my eyes studiously on the floor.
The plate was directly in front of Amber's chair. Her feet were so close on either side that they were touching the ceramic. There were some scraps of chicken - a few pieces of skin and gristle, a couple of tablespoons of mashed potatoes, and a few dozen peas left.
I knew what she wanted me to do, so I lowered myself to the plate and began to lap up the food as best I could. The peas took the longest - I had to chase many of them around with my mouth before I could get them all, but I was hungry and wasn't sure if I'd get anything else tonight.
"Good boy," Amber said, her voice floating down from above. "You're getting so good at following directions."
She somehow knew that I hadn't looked up her dress.
An hour later, I had changed into underwear that was a bit more...practical. One of Claire's "workout panties" since I had no idea if I was going to be doing anything physical at all, or just be there so Sarah felt safer meeting a new sub for the first time in real life, even if it was one she confessed to being attracted to. I put on some workout clothes just to be safe. I hoped that I would have time to come home and shower and change before the big event at the 48 Club tonight.
I got to Sarah's gym about fifteen minutes early. When I opened the door, my mouth fell open in shock. Sarah was pacing nervously back and forth in the weight room. The fact that she was not one hundred percent confident all the time was shocking enough for me, but she was wearing more makeup than I had ever seen her wear. No, that wasn't true - I don't think I had seen her in make up at all. She wore eyeliner and lipgloss, and had done something to accentuate her cheekbones even more. She looked absolutely stunning. Her long red hair was in a higher pony tail than usual, and cascaded around her neck and shoulders in waves. She was wearing her typical jog bra, but this one was black, with some sort of mesh material between her breasts. Her stomach was bare, and I noted how fit and toned she was. Instead of her usual yoga pants, she was wearing a pair of black spandex shorts so small they could have been mistaken for panties. For the first time, Sarah wasn't wearing sneakers. She had a pair of knee high black boots with sharp heels that must have added three inches to her height. Her outfit was completed by what looked like an actual riding crop, which she held loosely in her right hand.
The overall effect was incredible. I winced as my cock surged painfully, fighting the cold steel cage.
Sarah's eyes searched my face, noting my reaction and her slightly nervous expression turned slowly to one of confidence. Her shiny lips twitched into a grin.
"This outfit..." she took a step towards me, tapping the riding crop lightly against her boot. "It's not too....much?"
Her smile widened as I shook my head frantically. I groaned as the pressure in my cock seemed to grow exponentially. Her eyes traveled down my body until they rested on my crotch. My dick seemed to sense the force of her gaze and pounded relentlessly, causing tears to well up in my eyes at the pain.
Sarah brought the crop up in a sudden movement. The tip of the crop connected with my testicles, causing a sharp sting. I cried out and brought my hands to cover myself. Sarah simply cocked an eyebrow at me and I reluctantly moved my hands back to my sides. It took all the willpower I had not to hunch over to try to offer some sort of protection to my balls.
Sarah tapped the crop against my shorts, lightly this time.
"I think you should remove your shorts and shirt, Chris. Socks and shoes too of course."
I instantly started to take off my shirt, but then hesitated for a second. Sarah shot me another warning glance. I looked down at her crop and blurted out, "but....Zach will be here soon Mistress."
Sarah nodded.
"Yes Chris. I know that."
She looked at me expectantly, and after another second's hesitation I peeled off my shirt. I turned to place it on the reception desk, and then bent to one knee to remove my socks and shoes.
"Zach WILL be here soon, and when he gets here the first thing he is going to do is strip so I can install his cage."
I glanced where Sarah was pointing - there was a small black velvet bag sitting on the desk I hadn't noticed before. I stood up, wearing just my shorts now.
"And I think it would be an excellent idea if we didn't freak him the fuck out by stripping in front of two fully clothed people, don't you?"
I nodded, seeing her logic. I bent over and swiftly pulled down my workout shorts.
Sarah laughed.
"Oh wow...I forgot Claire took you shopping today! Your new panties are very pretty, Chris."
