This Little Piggy Stays At Home

This story follows on from This Little Piggy Goes to Market. It is not necessary to read that story before reading this one.

Piggy was amazing last night; he ate me out for hours, bringing me to orgasm several times and drinking my juices hungrily. Eventually, we both fell asleep and when I woke up, I was greeted by Piggy wearing his new red babydoll and serving me breakfast.

He had made eggs florentine with orange juice and set the small table in the bedroom for me to eat at.

"You may go and get your breakfast and eat at my feet."

Piggy had made himself avocado toast. He poached eggs for himself once, but they spilt on the floor, and I was not pleased. Once Piggy finished his breakfast, I extended my foot lazily towards him, and he got to work rubbing them. I had sent him on a foot massage course, with his money obviously, and so he served me well in this way.

I looked around the room, trying to figure out what I would wear today. I had a lot of clothes, mostly bought by Piggy and others who worshipped me. Piggy is the partner I see most often, but he has no claim over me.

"I have decided we are staying in today, Piggy, at least until this evening when you will be taking me out to eat. I have plenty of jobs for you to do."

"Yes, my Queen! I look forward to serving you."

"Excellent, I want you to look the part while doing it, so you will wear your new black thong and your maid outfit."

"Thank you, my Queen. What can I prepare for you?"

"I'm going to have a bath. When I come out, I expect you to be waiting here to dress me. I will be wearing my grey wide-legged trousers and my red crop top. No bra, French knickers in red."

"That sounds beautiful, my Queen. May I watch you in the bath?"

"No, I want you to clean up breakfast, then stay in this room. You may sort and organise the drawers, but I expect you to be ready to dress me when I get back."

"Yes, my Queen, enjoy your bath."

I did, and spent about half an hour soaking in the tub. I was really looking forward to the day, or I likely would have spent longer there. It's quite rare that Piggy and I get this much time to spend together. We normally spend at least part of the weekend together, but this weekend we had both booked off Friday, and he was staying until Sunday night. We had agreed that this would be a fult-time play weekend, and I had spent the week making plans and teasing him. We had spoken about the new things we were going to try this weekend and reaffirmed safewords and I'd reviewed his bank balance. I knew what was going to happen, but he didn't, at least not fully. I enjoyed thinking of him stewing in the bedroom with anticipation.

I got out of the bath and put on my robe. My bedroom draws were much tidier. I am not the neatest person, and while the cleaner Piggy pays for keeps things ticking over, a clean little Piggy touch does help bring back some of the domesticity that I don't care to foster in myself.

Piggy dried me and dressed me. He was already dressed in his maid uniform. This was a favourite of ours. It was a short little skirt with some lace to make it stand out. It showed off his lovely round arse whenever he bent over even a tiny bit. The top was snug and black, with white lace down the centre, and of course there was a little white apron. There was a sexy little ruffled collar and a cute hat. I do love dressing Piggy in hats!

"Right, piggy, let's go down to the living room. Bring my jewellery boxes and the three yoga mats from the laundry room. I also want a glass of water and some blueberries from the fridge. I will use the blue bowl."

Piggy dashed off to collect those things as I slowly walked down the stairs. I sat myself on the sofa and indicated that he should put the mats piled on top of each other beside me on the floor. I then dumped out the jewellery boxes in front of him.

"I think you will agree that it is unacceptable how tangled these necklaces have become. I want them to be separated and each put in a silk bag." Piggy had bought these, of course, although he did not know why at the time. "By the time you are done, I will have found a new jewellery box for you to purchase for me."

"Throughout this task, I expect you to kneel on the mats beside me. I expect you to prop yourself on your elbows and put all your focus into the necklaces. I do not expect you to move from this position. If you do move from the position, you will go and stand in the corner, and I will take away one of the yoga mats. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my Queen. Thank you for this opportunity to please you."

He assumed the position and got to work. From my angle, I could see his sexy little tushy wiggling back and forth as he sorted through the necklaces. He actually lasted longer than I thought he would and had sorted nearly half the pile before he had to move. He was sweating from the exertion, and I could see him struggling to please me. "Please, my Queen, may I kneel?"

"You may do as you wish, Piggy, but it will be the corner, and you will lose a yoga mat."

"I understand, my Queen; you are generous."

I sent him to the corner and had him put his nose against the wall. I tucked his skirt into the waistband of his knickers, and I pulled the thong up to fully expose his cheeks. I had a lovely fondle while he stood with his arms at his side. "Right, 3 minutes this time; it'll be 5 next time."

He stood still like that for three minutes. I removed a yoga mat and went and sat back down. After three minutes, I called him back, untucked his skirt and he continued to sort.

I continued to browse the internet. I had just found a beautiful lacquer box with a peacock on it and was trying to work out whether it would fit everything, when Piggy started to reach for a necklace. To do this, he shifted his weight off his arms so that he could reach out. I caught him and had him stand in the corner again.

"5 minutes. Put yourself there; no fondling this time, Piggy. Tuck your skirt into your knickers and pull up your thong for me." I did not look up as I gave these instructions. I simply sat browsing.

He came back, and I reminded him to remove a mat. "Don't untuck your skirt. I want to enjoy the view."

Eventually, my necklaces were sorted. I told him to go to my kitchen to get his wallet. I had him order the jewellery box and I turned on the TV.

"Right, Piggy, the flowers need changing. You may put on sweats to go to the florist, but do not take off that thong and do not let me see you in them."

Piggy scurried off with his wallet and went to buy flowers. I love fresh flowers and have at least one vase in each room. I normally get Piggy to change them out on the weekend, but sometimes he orders flowers for me.

Piggy knows what I like and has learnt over time to shop for my tastes. We also went on a flower-arranging course. It was a fun early date. I was terrible at it, but watching Piggy do something so traditionally feminine in public was a big step for him at first. I loved watching him squirm.

I did a quick workout while he was out, and I made myself some tea. I had gone back to the living room when he came back through the front door.

He reappeared in his maid uniform quickly enough and collected up the vases. He cleared out the mucky water and put the flowers in carefully. They looked amazing.

Once that was done, we had lunch, then I sent him upstairs to get my favourite vibrator. "Right, Piggy, I want something to look at. The skirting boards could do with a good scrub. While you are down there, you will speak about the ways you adore your Queen, and how you wish to serve her."

Piggy set about his task with relish, as I did mine. He described my body, my mind, and my right to him and his things. He described my care for him, my discipline towards him, and my exquisite taste. He spoke about how I had allowed him to be himself.

He kept up this stream of compliments as I edged myself, watching him clean my skirting boards on his knees. I would move the toy towards my clit, keeping the pressure on for just enough time to reach near the peak, and then move it to my outer-lips and make my way inward again. I kept this up as he spoke and scrubbed. Eventually, slightly dehydrated, I tipped myself over the edge.

I left him to wash the vibrator and clean the wet spot on the couch while I took a hard-earned nap.