Washing dishes is my favorite, it's the time when I can really prove myself to her, a time when my panties come off and I work under her intense gaze. I'll still be in my short skirt with the apron that I wore while cooking dinner, but when she has finished eating and then has let me eat mine she will tell me when it is time for dishes. That's when I remove my panties and clear the table, trying very hard not to expose myself as I work.
If I am very ladylike in my posture I can clear off the table and carry the dishes to the sink without her seeing under my skirt and as long as I concentrate my bad boy will stay small and she won't see it lifting the hem she will be very happy. Of course when I bend to remove the napkin from her lovely lap she will see me and then reach out grabbing my balls. While she holds then and squeezes I will curtsey, enduring the cramping pain just to please her.
When she finally releases them I make sure I remain the perfect lady as I walk back into the kitchen and begin cleaning the dishes. We have an electric dishwasher but it all looks so cluttered to her so I simply wash the dishes in the sink, careful to exhibit the most pristine in feminine dignity and grace as I scrape her food and cigarette butts from her plate.
There is a special order that I must follow while doing dishes. First the glasses, so the cleanest water is used to remove the water or iced tea from the glasses and to polish out her lipstick stains. Coffee cups and silverware are next, again I use great care to remove the lipstick from them too. It is difficult because the lipstick stains remind me of her lips of how they move when she lets me please her, how they move when she calls me her "cunt boy," "her pretty Tommy," "her gentle tampon" as she comes. That's when she lets me suck her toes and lick her feet as I rub my bad boy and spurt my sticky white into a towel.
But I must be careful now, my bad boy must not get hard, not until she tells me to make it hard. I look deep into the dishwater, picture myself swirling in the filthy grease, feeling the food stick to my hair and it softens, my bad boy shrinks before she sees it. Anyway, after the coffee cups and silverware I wash the plates. When I finish them she will check them, first looking for her reflection in the shine and then holding it down under my skirt, making sure my bad boy is soft and then reaching in as squeezing my balls just a pinch.
The pots and pans follow the plates so the slightly dirty water still easily cleans off the grease and burnt food. I have scrapers to help but I must always be careful to keep my hands from getting rough. Sometimes she wants me to grasp her breasts in my hands, but my hands must be soft and my fingernails properly polished. If I use too harsh of a detergent or work with the steel wool pad too long my fingers get rough.
When I finish washing and drying I put the glasses, silverware, plates and pots and pans away. Once again I must be careful when I reach up so my skirt keeps me modest and then when I bend over I bend at my knees and drop straight down, as graceful and feminine as possible. If I'm not careful she'll sneak up on me and even if I am properly covered she might just reach in and tickle my balls, or grab my bad boy or sometimes simply rub my buttocks.
There are other times when she will run her hand down my legs making sure I have shaved them properly, so all she will feel is my smooth, ladylike skin. I make sure I shave them twice a day, along with my face and the bit of hair on my chest. She loves it when I am ready for her and though she'll squeeze my balls anyway, I'll know I did well.
