It was a rainy Sunday night. Mistress had everything in place for for her house boy. She hurried to light the candles and lay out all of her wares for the evening. Dildo, strap on, massager, oil free candles, ice, clothes pins and her favorite, the paddle.
Stevie knocked gently three times as he was instructed to do. Mistress led him into her foyer and greeted him with a smile, as he placed her tribute on the front table, a case of her favorite spirits and two packs of cigarettes. "Good boy" Mistress smiled. He knelt down before her and kissed her hand and her feet.
"Go over by the sofa and stand there." Mistress instructed firmly. She disappeared to her bedroom and returned to Stevie standing there, shivering with excitement. Mistress sat down on the sofa and placed her feet up on the coffee table. As she lit her cigarette, she ordered him to strip.
Stevie began to remove his sweater, and t shirt. He then blushed as he began to undo his pants. "I am prepared as instructed ma'am." He pulled down his jeans to reveal the hot pink thong Mistress made him purchase. It was his uniform for when he cleaned her house.
Mistress smiled with approval. "You are a good boy, and once you finish cleaning my bathroom, you will be rewarded. Now, get your ass in there and get to work!" She spanked him across his cheeks as he headed to her bathroom.
When Stevie was finished he went to the refrigerator, took out a beer for his Mistress, and kneeled down beside the sofa where she rested. "My work is complete ma'am, I hope you approve."
Mistress took the beer from him and took a sip, "well, let me see how you did." She thought to herself, that toilet seat better be down! Stevie obediently followed her to the bathroom.
Her long silk black robe flowed behind her as she walked. The clicking of her boots on the floor stirred him to no end. Mistress' bathroom sparkled, she could eat off the floor, he had done such a fantastic job. She looked over at the toilet seat and saw that it was upright.
"You stupid slut!" Mistress screamed. She grabbed Stevie by the hair and led him into the bedroom. "You will pay for leaving the toilet seat up, didn't I tell you to never ever do so?"
He trembled "I am sorry ma'am." She slapped him across the face "What the fuck were you thinking?" Mistress was pissed, and Stevie should have known better. She pointed to the floor right before her and she demanded "on your knees right here you stupid pig."
Stevie responded quickly and scrambled to be at Mistress' feet. She walked around him and reached into the pocket of her robe to pull out a silk blindfold. She stood before him and grabbed his chin. He looked up at her lovingly, panting, scared and excited. Her heaving breasts were spilling over her corset, he was blinded by her beauty.
Mistress was a almost 6 feet tall in her thigh high boots, her big beautiful black ass was covered by the robe, but her breasts made him ache with desire, her long brown hair framed her angelic face, but her eyes were cold. He knew he was in for it.
Mistress covered his eyes with the blindfold, whispering in his ear how she was displeased with his performance, and for that she would have to redden his ass. Once the blindfold was secure, she ordered him to stick his hands out directly in front of him. She tied his hands with rope joining the wrists.
