Expectations

A/N: This story is a direct continuation of "The Cycle Part 1 -- The Setup". I suggest reading it first in order to have a better understanding of the premise. Thanks for reading and as always feel free to leave comments, reviews, suggestions, and ideas!

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It was a long night for Brian. He managed to sleep on and off, but it took over an hour for his erection to fade enough for him to drift off. Allison had slept soundly the entire night, something he couldn't help but observe as he found himself waking often.

Shortly after eight the sun was high enough to begin illuminating their bedroom in a soft orange glow. He heard her stir and looked over to see her slowly opening her eyes. This was probably the latest either of them had slept in for at least three weeks.

Their arrangement from the previous day caused butterflies to form in his stomach as he pondered what her plans for the day might include. Was she going to tease him more? She had mentioned something about training him, but for what exactly was beyond him. The thought of being at her mercy once more made smile.

"Good morning slaveboy," she said lazily as she laid flat on her back and adjusted her pillow.

"Good morning Mistress."

"Are you ready to begin learning your new routine?" she asked with a yawn as she stretched her arms towards the ceiling. She didn't waste any time he thought to himself. It wasn't a secret that she was eager to have children, and if she saw this little game as a legit chance to do so, then that would explain it. He couldn't help but smile at the genius of it all.

"Sure, why not?"

"Great, listen up," she started and waited until he was looking her in the eyes before she continued, "go and fetch the thermometer from the bathroom and a notebook from the computer desk, then return here and kneel at the bedside when you are ready."

He rolled out of bed and made his way downstairs to the computer desk in their study. Opening the bottom drawer he shifted around some file folders until he found a notebook that only had some notes scribbled on the front page. Hastily he ripped out the first few pages and made his way to the upstairs bathroom. The thermometer was in the storage space behind the mirror and after retrieving it he returned to the bedroom where he saw Allison still laying in bed.

For a few seconds he stood in the doorway, unsure of what was about to happen. She motioned him to the bedside and hesitantly he kneeled there.

"Take my temperature," she told him and he dutifully pulled the thermometer out and put it under her tongue. Several seconds later it chirped and he removed it to see that it read 98.6. He looked at her perplexed.

"Write the date and temperature in that notepad, one way to tell when I'm ovulating is when my temperature goes up, it's going to be your job to track it," she explained.

"Okay..." he said as he jotted it down.

"Trust me, you'll want to know."

He didn't respond, but instead looked up at her as she sat up in bed and turned to face him. Was she implying that he wouldn't be allowed to cum until she was fertile? There was no way he would be able to last that long. In fact, the longest he had lasted since he was thirteen without having an orgasm was five days when he was stuck on a family vacation and sharing a hotel room. His current streak was going on four days.

"In addition to temperature monitoring, there is one other way that you can check my fertility every morning," her voice cut through his panicked thoughts.

"Yeah?" he asked blankly, still lost in contemplation.

"By checking my cervical mucus for any changes..." she added. This was getting a little too clinical for his liking and he had no idea what exactly she was talking about or how to do it for that matter. "...with your tongue."

"Uh...what?"

Before he even had time to process what she was talking about she had grabbed the back of his head, dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him face first into her pussy. His nose was buried in her neatly trimmed pubic hair and he could smell her musky arousal. It came as a surprise to him that she was already aroused and he used his fingers to separate her outer lips. Then he lightly began to run his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her nectar.

"It's your job to chart my temps and service me orally every morning slaveboy," she said as he looked up from her crotch to see her eyes staring down at him hungrily. "I will expect you here on your knees ready to go when I wake up, understood?"

"Yes Mistr..." and before he could even finish speaking she buried his head in her pussy once more. His tongue made its way up and down exploring her lips and delicate folds, probing gently at her opening, savoring all of her. Eating pussy was one of his favorite activities and that was especially true when he was this wound up.

Next he wrapped his lips around her clit and gently began to suck ever so softly. Using the tip of his tongue he began to flick it slowly across her most sensitive spot, light and teasing. She moaned with pleasure and he could feel her tension building; her hips rocking gently in time with his playful lashings.

He toyed with her like this for several minutes, making sure that she was good and hot before he began to draw her clit deeper into his mouth and use his entire tongue in firm, consistent strokes. Her legs began to contract and he could feel her thighs beginning to close in around his head. She was getting close and her hips were starting to grind her pussy into his mouth as he quickened his pace.

She gasped and stopped for a split second and he continued his masterful performance, and that's then it happened.

"Fuck...mmhmm....don't stop!" she moaned. Her hips bucked wildly as she came. He could barely breathe as her legs clenched tightly around him cutting off his air supply. She continued to writhe in pleasure, his tongue working her over furiously. After several seconds she began to relax and he stopped and wiped his face. They both needed a moment to catch their breath.

"I'll take it from your erection that you understand your duties," she snarked as she saw his cock straining against his boxers.

"Yes Mistress," he said with a smile.

"Good, as for the rest of the day, I will be going out," she said as she hopped out of bed and looked through her drawers for something to wear. He was still kneeling there watching her as she made her way over to the closet.

"You, on the other hand, will clean the entire house while I am gone," she added, taking a shirt off its hanger, "it's your job to make sure that it is done well so that I can have time to relax and unwind, understood?"

"Yes Mistress..." he said as he got to his feet. "When can I expect you back?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure, but I will be conducting a thorough inspection when I get back and I had better be impressed," she replied as she gestured for him to get to work.

At once he stood up and contemplated where the best place to start would be. They lived in a bi-level house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms and about 1,800 square feet of space. It would be a lot to get done and could easily take the entire day if he were being thorough. He scooped up a load of laundry and headed towards the laundry room.

He dumped the clothes onto the floor as he began to make a mental checklist of things that needed to be done, prioritizing the most obvious things first. Vacuuming, dusting, dishes, and laundry were an absolute must. If he didn't get those squared away there was no way he would pass her inspection, especially since he had no idea how much time he was working with.

Feverishly he sorted the laundry as he decided that it would be best to start in the kitchen since that was the stuff he hated the most and found the most time consuming. He threw in the first load of darks and got it started and made his way there. It had been a few days since anybody had done the dishes and the sink was full.

"Goodbye slaveboy, I will see you later," Allison said as she opened the door to leave. He looked up at her in time to see a devilish smile on her face as the door closed behind her.

*****

It was nearly noon and he had finished most of the first floor. He hadn't mopped the kitchen floor, but it looked good enough that he doubted she would even notice. Now he was working on folding laundry and putting it away. It was then that he felt his phone vibrate. He had kept it on him, listening to music as he worked.

"How is the cleaning going?" she texted him.

"It's going pretty well," he replied.

"Show me."

As he finished loading up his laundry basket to take it back upstairs he snapped a quick picture of the living room and where it opened up into the kitchen. He sent it to her and made his way upstairs.

"Very nice, I have a picture for you too slaveboy. ;)"

A few seconds later a picture of her freshly pedicured, size eight feet popped up on his phone. Her toes were adorned in a pleasant pink shade of nail polish. Moments later a second picture came through showing her soft soles.

"Mmm..." he replied.

"Now that you've had the privilege of seeing them you owe me. You need to lie down and edge yourself ten times, one for each of my pretty little toes," she texted.

"Yes Mistress," he replied, his cock already hard. He hurried to the bedroom and kicked his boxers off. He reached in the drawer and grabbed the coconut oil. They used it for massages and anytime they could get away with oil based lubricants, it was very slippery.

"Make sure you record a video of yourself so I can see it later," she texted him. He paused for a moment and contemplated the best way to accomplish that task. If he could prop his phone up that would probably work best. Reaching over and grabbing a book from the nightstand and setting it on the bed between his legs he attempted to do so. With some finagling he was able to position his phone so that it would capture his stroking on video.

He opened the jar and grabbed a liberal amount of the oil and began to work it up and down his shaft. It always felt divine on his cock and he made sure to stroke slowly because it would be easy for him to go over the edge. Within a minute he had already reached the first edge and he could feel his cock twitching, desperate for just one more stroke and to cum. He let go of it and took three slow, deep breaths. By that point his arousal had subsided enough that he was able to resume stroking.

After every edge he glanced down at his phone to make sure that it hadn't slipped and that he was still in the frame. He had just completed the fourth edge when he felt it vibrate that he had a text. Sitting up ever so slightly he read it over.

"I left you a present under my pillow."

Using his non lubricated hand he reached underneath her pillow and felt around, unsure of what he was supposed to find. Eventually he found a balled up piece of fabric and pulled it out from under the pillow. It was a pair of worn orange ankle socks that were turned inside out.

"Assuming you found them, I wore them to the gym the other day. If you're going to be my footslut proper, then I think you should stuff one in your mouth and use the other to jerk off with," she added.

He hesitated for a split second, contemplating what he should do. The thought of following her suggestion was making his cock harder than ever. Separating the socks he balled one of them up and placed it in his mouth and slid the other one over his erection and began sliding it up and down.

"Mmmhhmm..." he couldn't help but moan, the sock in his mouth stifling the sound. The thought of her pedicured toes and the slightly salty smell of her worn socks brought him to the edge immediately. The moisture of his mouth made the aroma more pungent and the whole experience was driving him wild. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on not cumming.

After the seventh edge he started taking full minute breaks in order to make sure that he wouldn't mess up and blow his load. The soft sock glided effortlessly up and down his oiled cock. In less than twenty seconds he was at the edge again. He wanted to cum so fucking bad.

When he had finished the tenth edge he pulled the sock off of his cock and saw that the head of it was a dark purple. It was throbbing with need and he had never seen it this hard. He grabbed his cell phone and stopped the recording.

"That was so fucking hot," he texted Allison.

"I thought you might like that, are you dripping precum?"

He worked one firm stroke up from the base of his cock and squeezed out a large drop of his precum, which dribbled down the head of his cock. Quickly he snapped a picture and sent it to her.

"Good boy, now use your finger and swallow that drop."

At this point he was so horny that he didn't even hesitate to do as she said. He gathered up his precum on one of his fingers and licked it off with his tongue. It was a little salty, but not as terrible as he thought it would be based on every sex article he had ever read.

This little distraction had cost him quite a bit of time and he still had a lot of cleaning to do. Grabbing his phone he jumped up and finished putting away the laundry and got back to work, his erection standing straight out as he went.

It was now that he realized that their contract had a lot of gray area in it. She could get away with almost anything she wanted and he was her victim, her plaything to do with as she pleased. Anything that she deemed would increase her chances of getting pregnant or ramping up his desire was fair game. It really was an open ended deal and he loved every second of her creativity.

*****

A little after two in the afternoon his phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that he had another message.

"I will be home in a few minutes, get cleaned up and meet me in the living room," Allison texted him.

"Yes Mistress," he replied in a panic. He had gotten most of the house clean, but there were a few things that he just didn't have a chance to get to. His only hope is that they would be minor enough that she wouldn't take notice or that she wouldn't care.

Quickly he opened the top drawer of his dresser and started searching for something to wear and selected some underwear, jeans, and a t-shirt. On his way to the bathroom he grabbed a towel from the closet in the hallway. After adjusting the water, he got in. It felt nice to take a few minutes for himself after spending the day cleaning.

His mind soon drifted to the thought of her "inspection". This was the first time they had ever played like this and he had no idea what to expect from her. Was she looking to punish him? Was this all a game to her? If he had done a good enough job, would he be allowed to cum? There were a million different possibilities wandering through his mind and he could feel his stomach begin to flutter nervously as the water ran down his back.

At the same time he so thoroughly enjoyed being teased and under her control that it hardly mattered. Whatever she had in mind would undoubtedly turn him on he thought to himself as he finished rinsing his hair.

While he toweled himself off he cracked the blinds in the bathroom and saw her car parked in the driveway. The tension in his stomach ratcheted up another level and he smiled nervously. He saw an alert on his phone and looked down at it.

"Don't worry about wearing clothes, you won't need them. ;)" she had texted him back while he was in the shower.

Finished drying off, he scooped up his clothes and returned them to his drawer. When he got to the top of the stairs he took a deep breath and paused for a second, steeling himself for whatever she might have in store. He made his way down the stairs and rounded the corner into the living room to find her laying spread out on the couch.

"Come on over," she gestured towards him. As he stepped into the living room he saw that she had pushed the coffee table aside and there was nothing but empty space in front of the couch. The way that she was laying took up the entire couch and her eyes directed him to kneel next to her.

"On the surface it looks like you have done a good job slaveboy," she purred.

"Yes Mistress," he replied, his eyes drifting down from her low cut orange top, past her jeans, and to her freshly painted toes. He was getting hard just looking at her and with no clothes on he couldn't help but feel slightly vulnerable.

"You're pretty worked up," she said, taking note of his growing erection.

"Of course, it's been four days since I've cum," he admitted.

"Aww poor baby...do you need to drain the cum out of that pathetic little cock?" she said with mock pouty lips as she reached down and flicked the head of his cock with her thumb and middle finger. "Maybe if I'm satisfied with your cleaning job, I'll give you a reward."

"Mmmm...please Mistress..." he couldn't help but moan. His heart was racing in anticipation of the thought of being allowed to cum and being submissive to her only made it that much worse.

"Before we get on with the inspection I've bought a present for you," she said as she reached behind her back and pulled out a plastic bag. He recognized that it was from the local mom and pop pet shop. She pulled out a leather dog collar and a matching leash of about eight feet. Both were simple and black in color.

This was certainly nothing that he had fantasized about before and it didn't seem inherently sexy, but in his current state of arousal it was. She had already removed the packaging and quickly began to secure the leather collar around his neck as he was swimming in his own thoughts. The feel of the leather around his neck was soft and broken in, yet stern and unrelenting. She had made sure that the collar was tight and restrictive without cutting off his air supply. The smell of the leather invaded his nose and he took a deep breath, taking it in as it spurred on his arousal. He felt more vulnerable than ever.

"This way while I make my inspection, you will remember that you're my bitch," she said as she clipped the leash to the collar. "Come along now," she said as he gave it a slight tug and started walking towards the kitchen. He crawled on all fours slightly behind her, his hard cock rubbing between his thighs as he went, stimulating him further.

As he crawled and did his best to keep up, he was treated to a view of her sexy feet. He wanted nothing more than to lick and kiss them, to suck her toes, to feel her soles wrap around his cock and jerk him off. She knew all of this and was likely taking full advantage of that fact.

Her hand grabbed the collar and jerked him back to reality. He stopped crawling at once and she pulled up on the collar until he was resting comfortably in a kneeling position.

"While I'm looking around each room, you are to be slowly stroking your cock for me, do you understand?" she commanded.

He simply nodded to her and began working his hand up and down his cock as instructed. She flipped on the lights and checked the counters, looked on top of the refrigerator and around the air vents for dust, and saw that he had cleaned the oven. The kitchen was one of the rooms that he had spent the most time in and he had little doubt she would find anything displeasing.

She once again pulled on the leash and proceeded to lead him throughout the entire first floor of the house, checking various things as she went. Although he didn't see her notice any particular problems, she wasn't saying much and it was hard to know exactly what she was thinking. Dutifully he stroked himself at every stop, and by the fifth room he was on the verge of having an orgasm already.

"It's getting pretty intense isn't it slaveboy?"

"Fuck yes..." he groaned.

"Good, you keep right on stroking yourself and keeping that cock right on the edge for me," she said as she continued to inspect the study. He could swear that she was taking longer in each room, forcing him to teeter furiously on the edge. At this point all he could do was concentrate on breathing deeply and stroking as slowly as humanly possible to avoid reaching the tipping point. He had tuned out everything else, his eyes closed in pure focus.