Jimmy was still in bed looking at the ceiling and thinking about the previous evening. 'She has me cold and I can't do a bloody thing now. In my excitement I have told her she can fuck another boy, but surely she would not do that? Of course she would just for revenge, but at least it will soon be Monday and she will have to let me out of this contraption. I can't go to work like this.'
"Slave; get your ass in here."
Jimmy slipped out of the bed and put the red knickers on. He stepped out onto the landing to walk the few steps to her open door. He stopped at the end of the bed where she was lay naked looking back at him. He felt a stirring in his groin area and then acute pain, and he bent double nearly going down on his knees.
Donna knew what had happened, and she had been expecting it. She had read all about the chastity device before she bought it. Jimmy regained control, and he held his breath as he stood up and looked at her once more. "I hope you're not going to get dirty thoughts when you go to work tomorrow slave. If you do you will be getting some funny looks from your mates when doing that once or twice?"
"Surely I have not got to wear this contraption to work, Mistress, what if someone sees it?"
"Don't let them see it, slave, and while we are on the subject don't have an accident. Good god you didn't think for one minute that I was going to let you go to work without your chastity device. The whole point of it is to stop you shagging all the women you see that are gullible to listen to your chat."
"Can I ask you a question, Mistress, and by asking the question I am no way saying I refusing?"
"Yes ask, Slave."
"If I am to wear the device on my dick for the next three months, then is it necessary to wear the knickers?"
"Yes it is, because the device is necessary the knickers are a punishment. I might however change what you wear if I deem it fit. If I think that you have worn the knickers without complaint, I might let you remove them and wear more clothes. To be truthful I think you look quite cute in those knickers. I mean with a little make up and some more girly clothes you would make a sweet looking girl. I would however like to point out that would be something to look forward to."
"Why would I look forward to that, Mistress?"
"I was not talking about you, Slave. I was talking about me looking forward to it."
On hearing Donna talk like this to him his face went red and he was getting all strange sensations in the pit of his stomach, and the sensations were like no others he had ever had before. 'Bloody hell; she wants to dress me up as a girl, well I will bloody well refuse and fuck the consequences.'
"Right now go down and prepare my breakfast, I will have cornflakes this morning, so get out of my room while I get dressed."
Jimmy opened his mouth and nearly forgot himself. He was going to tell her to get her own breakfast, and then he realised how he was dressed and what was taking place. 'Fuck that was close' he thought, 'I must learn how to control my mouth.' He turned and as he walked out he closed the door behind him.
It was an hour before Donna showed her face down stairs, and as she sat at the table she looked at Jimmy asking, "Have you had your breakfast yet, Slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Then get your sorry ass up the stairs and make my bed. Afterwards you can go into the spare room that is now yours and make that bed too. When you have finished come down here because I have some more work for you to do, and by the time I get back from the Sunday Market it will be completed." Jimmy was looking at her as if she had two heads with his mouth open. "Do you have a problem, Slave?"
"Err...no, Mistress, I was just wondering why I was making beds because I never normally make beds, it is a woman's job."
"Well let me put you in the right frame of mind, you are a slave. To be factual you are my slave and you will do as I tell you. The other thing that you mentioned was the fact that in your mind it was woman's work. In which case, maybe I ought to dress you in the clothes suited to a maid so that you won't feel out of place." There was a big smile on her face as she was speaking.
"No, Mistress, I would be more than happy to make your bed as a slave of yours. Please except my apologies for sounding sexist." 'Fuck this is getting dodgy, as I am now starting to grovel to her.'
"I am glad you see it my way. Now go and do as I told you, or you won't get your treat tonight. Well it will be more my treat than yours, but what the heck, quid pro quo, that's what I say."
Jimmy walked off and as he was walking through the door he was thinking, 'quid pro quo, what the fuck is she talking in French to me for? She knows that I can't speak it."
It was an hour before he walked downstairs once more, and he walked into the kitchen and then the lounge but Donna was not to be found. He picked up the breakfast things taking them to the kitchen and washed them up. He knew that it would be the next thing coming from her mouth. He had just put the last thing away when he heard Donna shouting. "Slave, get down here."
He had no idea where the shout came from and he walked into the hall, "Where are you?"
"Down in the basement I have work for you to do."
Jimmy walked over to the basement door and after opening it he stepped inside onto a small landing. It was the first time he had ventured down the stairs, because he had always been a bit worried at what he might find down there. There were lights shining but they could only be twenty watt bulbs as they were so dim. It was enough however to give him light to see where he was going. He got to the bottom of the stairs and could not see Donna, and called, "Mistress."
A door opened in the wall and Donna walked out, "Good you're down here. Now listen because I have to go soon there are two rooms down here and we are going to start using them as play rooms."
"Err...Don't you think we are a little bit old for play rooms, Mistress, mind you this would make a nice snooker room."
Donna ignored his remark and told him, "I want these two rooms cleaned out and spotless. The junk in here can be thrown up the top of the garden and burnt by the old incinerator. I have just looked at the old chairs and tables and they are so rotten they are falling to dust, everything needs to be burnt. I want to see it cleaned out and empty by the time I come back, and then give it an hour for the dust to settle then vacuum it."
"What about rats, mice and snakes even?"
Donna looked at him with astonishment all over her face and said, "Do grow up, Slave, I have walked all about the place but have not seen any."
"As I have to go outside and up the garden a few times can I please put some working clothes on?"