Note. This is the fifth in a series about a couple playing around with BDSM and femdom. They do not live the "lifestyle", but are merely fooling around with a bit of roleplay and kinky sex. If this does not float your boat, please, go elsewhere and read something more to your liking.
I would recommend reading the first chapters before reading this, though it is not really necessary. This chapter gets a little kinkier, and stresses the
fantasy
a little bit more.
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Saturday morning, I awoke to the sun's warming light tickling my body from the bedroom window. The slightest dip in the mattress told me Natalie was still lying next to me, and I opened my eyes slowly. She was resting on her side, watching me; she was naked, like me, the sunlight highlighting her pale skin till it nearly glowed. Her nipples were a dark pink, and stood out like the eraser on a pencil. Her hair, disheveled from sleep and last night's activities, was nearly silver in the sun. Her full lips smiled at me lovingly.
"Good morning, slave." Her eyes gleamed.
"Morning, mistress," I answered with a cocky grin.
She glared at me, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "You want another spanking already? Keep your attitude in check, mister."
I looked down, and with some effort forced the smile from my lips. "Yes, Mistress."
"I'm hungry," she announced, ignoring my mostly unsuccessful attempt at looking compliant. "It's such a beautiful day; it feels like a perfect day for a lazy morning and breakfast in bed." She turned her gaze on me, and stared unflinchingly.
I laughed a little, and stood. I bowed to her dramatically; "I shall fetch you something to munch on, your highness." I reached for my pants.
She reached out and snatched the garment from my hands, her eyes flashing. "No clothes today, slave. And let's go ahead and start you with 10 demerits for that little show."
"Yes, mistress." I managed to keep the smile from my face till I turned my back and strolled from the room. I paused at the bathroom and slipped on my robe; I had no intention of flashing the neighbors while I cooked, and I figured my robe wasn't
clothes,
strictly speaking. I darted down the stairs, taking two at a time. I whipped up some eggs and bacon, and a couple glasses of orange juice, putting it all on a serving tray. Maybe fifteen minutes had passed before I was on my way back up the stairs.
I sauntered into the bedroom, carrying the tray high like a waiter, and managed a little bow. "Your breakfast is served, m'lady!"
My smile wavered as I took notice of Natalie's scowl. She was sitting up in bed, her arms crossed just below her perky breasts, her eyes hard and glaring. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked softly.
"Um," I muttered, confused. "Breakfast?" I wiggled the tray at her.
"You were told to be naked."
I glanced down and blushed. I had forgotten to take off the robe. I resisted the urge to slap my forehead. "Crap. Sorry, I didn't want the neighbor's to see me. Kind of wanted to avoid bacon grease as well." I grinned lopsidedly. "I can take it off now."
"That would sound like a perfectly acceptable explanation, had I not specifically ordered otherwise." She grinned at me playfully. "You
are
going to regret that, dear." Oddly enough, at the threat, I felt myself stiffen under the terrycloth.
I set the tray on the bed and disrobed. Natalie raised an eyebrow when she noticed me standing at attention, and I blushed again. I joined her in the bed, and we shared a pleasant breakfast in the sunlight steaming in our bedroom windows.
Breakfast finished, we piled our dishes on the tray, and at Natalie's instruction I set it aside. She patted the edge of the bed next to her, and I sat. "Don't move," she commented. She reached up for a drawer in the headboard, and I watched her lean body stretch as she reached, her breasts pulling up firmly. She caught me looking, but just smiled. A moment later, she produced a pair of handcuffs, hanging from her index finger as she grinned at me in amusement. She set a small key down on the nightstand, and proceeded to cuff my hands behind my back. I grinned back, and waggled my eyebrows at her.
"Just how much money did you spend on sex toys?" I commented.
Natalie glared at me. "First, call me Mistress. Second, that's none of your business, slave. And finally, who says my shopping is done?" Grabbing a bottle of lube from the night stand, she poured a generous amount on my semi-hard cock. It didn't take much before I was standing fully erect again, her hand sliding up and down my slick shaft, ever so slowly. "Let's call that another ten demerits, slave. Plus
forty
for wearing clothes when I told you not to. And the ten from earlier." She shook her head slowly, her expression one of mock disbelief. "Sixty. You must really like being punished. I'll have to think about that this morning while I am out. Your punishments are supposed to mean something, not just encourage more bad behavior." She paused in her stroking, and gave me a hard squeeze. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you get off last night. What happened to the well behaved slave, begging to please me?"
"Sorry mistress," I managed to grunt. Her slow stroking felt incredible; hands trapped behind me, I tried to lift my hips and thrust into her grip. Natalie just laughed at my attempt, and let go. I kept my ass firmly on the bed, and the stroking resumed.
"I'm going out for a little while," she announced. I nodded, my eyes locked on the site of her hand moving up and down. "While I am gone, I have some chores for you. First of all, rinse those dishes, and run the dishwasher. When it's done, unload it and put everything away. And for once, would you please put everything in the right place? For every dish you leave on the counter or put in the wrong place..." She paused, both her orders and the stroking, and I understood she expected me to answer.
"I get punished?"
She nodded with a smile, and continued. "More demerits. And I can't promise how you will be paying those yet, but I promise you won't like it as much as the spanking." The speed of her stroking was increasing, and I was having trouble focusing on her words. My balls were throbbing again. "While the dish washer is running, make the bed and gather up the dirty laundry. I would ask you to wash it too, but you'd screw up my delicates. Understand?"
I nodded frantically. I felt my orgasm drawing nearer, my balls pulling tight. She could read me well, because she stopped, and jumped out of bed to stand in front of me. "Good," she answered. She reached out and shoved me; taken by surprise, I fell back, my cuffed wrists uncomfortable behind me. Before I could voice a protest, she bound on top of me, straddling my face. The last I heard before her thighs clamped around my ears was; "And you will
not
put on clothes of
any
kind while I am out!"
I grunted my acknowledgement into her pussy as it smacked down on my mouth. Clearly turned on, she didn't hesitate or take her time. She rode my face hard and fast; all I could do was stick my tongue out and wait her out. In mere minutes, I felt her thighs tighten even more, and she cried out in bliss.
She climbed off of me, and off the bed. I sat up slowly, her scent strong in my nostrils, my bound hands making it impossible to wipe my face. I watched her get dressed, and smiled when she occasionally threw a grin in my direction. Dressed at last, she gave me a peck on the cheek, and said "I'll see you in a couple hours, hon. Behave yourself."
And just like that, she was gone; I was sitting on the edge if the bed, naked with my hands cuffed behind me, and my face still moist with her juices. And a list of chores. I sighed heavily, and managed to get up on my feet. My cock was rigid and aching for attention, but I did my best to ignore it.
I glanced at the tray of dishes I would have to clean, and flexed my wrists. This would be a bit of a challenge. I moved to the dresser, turned, and carefully picked it up behind my back. The balance was strange, and the chain on the cuffs too short to let me get decent leverage by spreading my hands apart further, but I managed. The dishes made small clinking noises as they shifted, my hands shaking a bit, and I moved towards the hallway as quick as I could.
I managed to get to the kitchen without any incidents; I was relieved to see Natalie had closed the blinds; the neighbors wouldn't be getting a show after all. I had to raise up on my toes a bit to shove the tray onto the counter next to the sink, and one of the empty glasses toppled, but stayed on the tray. I stared at the sink, wondering how I would reach, and had a bit of inspiration. I went to the pantry, opened the door easily enough, and retrieved the short step stool we kept there. Opening it was a little troublesome, trying to work the lever that unlocked it behind my back, while pulling the legs apart; but it gave eventually, and I smiled. I set it down in front of the sink and climbed, carefully, turning my back to the counter.
Challenging as it was, it didn't take long; I rinsed the breakfast dishes one at a time, and set them back on the counter. I turned off the water, climbed down, and returned the stool to the pantry. To open the dishwasher I had to grasp the handle and bend at the knees, pulling the door down with me as I squatted; closing it, after stacking the dishes in it, took a light push with my foot. Once it was running, I returned upstairs to gather the laundry.
