You Got Mail Ch 04

You Got Mail 4

This is a story of a loving wife learning about her husbands hidden desires and trying to full fill them for him. If you don't like the story don't read it.

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After I finished my business, and I brushed my teeth, I walked back into the bedroom to find my wife coming back into the bedroom carrying what looked to be a shoe box. As we got closer, she said in a commanding voice, "Stop right there." She threw the box onto the bed and added, "turn around."

As I turned, she grabbed my let wrist and pulled it behind my back. I still had the leather cuffs on from last night which she was attaching something to. "Give me your other hand," I hesitated a second and she barked, "NOW." Whatever she had attached to my left wrist was now attached to my right wrist. "Turn around," she commanded. As I did, she pushed me back up against the back and kept pushing till I found myself once again laying on the bed with my arms pinned behind my back.

"I decided that your punishment should not wait. You need to learn your place and that I am in the one in control here and you will respect me and address me properly. Also, you came without permission last night. You need to learn there are consequences for your actions or lack thereof."

"Yes Mistress."

She grabbed he box she had brought in and set it on the floor where I no longer could see it. "Lift up your right foot." As I did, I felt a shoe being placed over my toes and onto my foot. Once it was on, she started fastening a strap around my ankle. When she was done, I heard a click. I lifted my leg a little further to see what was on my foot. What I saw was a black pointed shoe and there was a pad lock hanging from the strap she had wrapped around my ankle. As I turned my ankle, I could see that it was a high heel.

"Do you like? Every girl needs a pair of black high-heeled shoes. When you get use to these, we'll get you a pair of 5" stilettos, these are only 3. They'll make those legs of yours look so sexy?"

"Left leg," she said as I let what was happening sink in.

Once she had the left shoe on and locked, she got up and went over and closed the bathroom door.

As I sat up, I stupidly asked, "Why and hell did you do that?"

She turned walked back over to me and grabbed a hand full of hair tilting my head back. She leaned over so now she was looking at me straight in the eye, "Because you are one dumb slave that has a whole lot to learn." She let go of my hair and pushed me back down on the bed and left.

When she came back in the room, she came right over to me and grabbed my cock cage. As she lifted it up, I could see she was holding something in her other hand. Before I could figure out what she was doing, I felt a cool mist being sprayed on my balls and cock cage. "Let's see how you like that."

With those words she left. At first the cool spray felt good, but then the coolness started to turn a bit warm and turn to the point that my balls felt like they were on fire. What the hell had she sprayed on my balls. I rolled over onto my stomach trying to rub my balls on the bed. I just kept squirming around trying to get relief.

"Oh, I can see you like my little present," she said chuckling to herself.

"What the hell did you do? Why did you do that?" I barked still squirming around on the bed.

"It's called consequences. You will learn one way or the other and you have a lot of learning to do. Just look at yourself. You're the one squirming around there on the bed from questioning me and there you are doing it again."

"I 'm sorry mistress, but this is excruciating."

"Well then maybe the next time you will think before you open that mouth of yours."

"Mistress please you need to get that stuff off of me, please."

"Sorry, that's not going to happen. It will wear off soon enough."

"Please mistress please," I was begging

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"Oh, so now you remember who I am."

"Of course, I know who you are mistress. Just please do something."

"Yes, I will do something and that something is my meeting which starts in just a minute." With that said, she started to leave, but turned and added, "Don't go anywhere I won't be too long. Oh and that stuff will wear off eventually," Then she was gone. As I heard the office door close, I knew it was going to be a long day.

After what seemed like forever, I heard the office door open. My balls were finally feeling a bit better. At least the burning pain was much less.

Mistress walked into the room and as I rolled over to my back she sat on the bed.

"I'm sorry mistress I will do my best to be a better slave."

"We'll see about that. I am highly doubtful, but that's fine. I am enjoying seeing you squirm around a bit. I look forward to seeing what else I can come up with." See let that sink in for moment and then said, "You still need to make me breakfast, but before you do some do's and don'ts for the day. You are to spend your day cleaning the kitchen, top to bottom. I want everything on the shelves taken out and the shelves wiped down. I want all the cabinets to be washed down. All the counter tops wiped down. I want the floors washed with each grout lined scrubber. I think it's best you do the floor on your hands and knees. In other words, this kitchen is to be spotless or else. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress," I replied.

"Good. Also, if my door is closed you do not enter. If the door is closed, you are to make no noise. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you have any questions?" She asked.

"Why did you lock the bathroom doors?"

"I didn't think you were that dumb. Because you need to ask permission. Until you earn some privileges around here you do what I tell you and only what I tell you. If there is something you need or want, then you ask me properly for it or to do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

I must have made a noise of some sort, because mistress got right in my face and said, "This is what you want, RIGHT? If not tell me know or forever hold your peace."

I slowly replied, "Yes mistress."

"Good! Now don't forget that." She reached out her hand to me and said, "Get up, I 'm hungry and you have work to do."

As I stood up, I had forgotten that I now had heels on, and I about fell flat on my face. If it wasn't for mistress holding my arm I wood have been on the floor. As she steadied me, she said, "It will take a bit getting used to those heals, but by the end of the day you should be a pro. Besides I know this isn't the first time you have been in heels. Now turn around so I can unhook your arms so you can get busy."

I started to walk away when I heard mistress say, "Stop!" I turned to look at mistress and she was smiling. She walked up to me and asked, "How are my balls feeling now?"

As I was about to answer she gently rubbed the tips of her finger across my balls sending shivers through my whole body. "Much better now," I stammered to say.

"Good, I don't ever want to damage my property," She paused then added, "Too much."

She kept gently rubbing my balls between her fingers when I finally had to ask, "Mistress, could you please stop?"

"Why is that my slave?"

"Because you are giving me an erection and with my dick locked up it can't get hard, and it hurts."

"You mean my dick."

"Sorry mistress you are right it is your dick."

"Good, I am glad we got that cleared up."

"But mistress no matter who's dick it is, it's hurting me to get hard." I blurted out.

"Ah that's too bad. You really don't mind suffering a little pain so your mistress can have some fun now, do you?"

"No mistress not at all."

"Good," with that said she let go of my balls and then said, "One more thing before you go." She brought both of her hands up to my chest and a smile crossed her face as she grabbed both of my nipples between her fingers and squeezed and twisted them and I cried out in pain. I tried backing away, but the bedroom door kept me from going far. She gave me one last smile and squeeze and then turned and left.

As she was walking away, she turned back to me and said, "Just remember you're the one who wants me to John Melencamp you."

"What?"

She turned back away and started signing, "Hurt so good, Come on, baby, make it hurt so good, sometimes love feel like it should, you make it hurt so good."

I knew then I was in for a long day.

"One foot in front of the other and sway those hips as you walk," she said from somewhere behind me. "A proper lady knows how to make walking in heels look sexy. You're going to get lots of practice."

Once I got my wits about me, I started the process of making breakfast. Having the heels on makes everything seem to be in slow motion and much more of a chore than it should be. As I was slicing the onions I hard, "Slave."

I stopped immediately, wiped off my hands and headed for the mistress's office. Once there I said, "Yes Mistress you need me?"

"Not really slave I just wanted to see if you come if I called. You did well, just a little slow. Now back to work."

Once I got back to the kitchen, I heard once again, Slave," and once again I was off to the office.

"Yes mistress, is there something you need?"

"Not need but want. Bring me a glass of water."

"Yes mistress, right away."

I was off to the kitchen again to get mistress her water. When I returned to the office I said, "Here you go mistress anything else?"

"No, I am good. Off with you now."

As I got to the end of the hallway I heard, "Slave, and I turned headed back to the office.

"Yes Mistress."

"I decided I want a cup of coffee."

"Yes Mistress."

When the coffee was done, I headed back to the office with it. "Here you go mistress."

She took one look at the coffee I was handing her, and she snapped, "Not in that mug. I don't want that mug. Now get me my coffee in the right mug."

Once again, I was off to the kitchen. I didn't realize thee was a right and wrong mug.

When I returned to the office with the coffee in what I thought was the right cup I said, "Here you go mistress."

As she took the coffee from me, she said, "About time." With that said she flicked her hand dismissing me without another work. I had barely left the office when she barked at me, "Where the hell is my ice cube. You know I always take one ice cube. Do you want to burn my mouth."

"Sorry mistress."

"You're going to be."

With that I took her cup and back to the kitchen and got an ice cube to put in her coffee.

"Here you go mistress. I hope this is to your liking," I said after returning once again to the office.

"It better be, it's certainly has taken you long enough, It's probably cold by now."

"Then you shouldn't have had me get you an ice cube," before I even finished what I was saying I knew I made a mistake.

Mistress put her coffee down and stood up very slowly. As she did, I started to back away. "Where do you think you are going." I stopped in my tracks and waited for what was to come.

"Tsk, Tsk," she said as she came towards me. She brought her face to within inches of mine and a sinister smile came across her face. She then turned and went and sat down. I just stood thee frozen just waiting for wrath, but all I got was, "What's taking so long for my breakfast?"

I was taken aback at first but then I stammered out the words, "I'll have it for you right away mistress." With that said I hurried back to the kitchen to finish her breakfast.

As I set her plate on her desk mistress reached up and took my balls in her hand. I flinched and she chuckled. "Are you okay, you seem to be a little jumpy today?" she asked. "It's nice that you finally got me my breakfast. What took you so long?"

"Well, I hope it is too your liking mam." With that said I got a slight squeeze in my ball, then I quickly corrected myself, "Sorry I meant mistress."

"No, mam is fine. It shows me you know your place." She now just gently continued to massage my balls. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Sorry mam, mistress. There is no excuse. I will do better."

"Yes, you will," she answered as she gently played with my balls. "So how are my balls feeling now?"

"They're fine mistress."

"That's good and how are your legs feeling?"

"They're fine."

"Really, no tightness is those calves yet?"

"They're a little sore, but I am fine."

"We'll have work on that. Now let me eat," and with one final squeeze of mistress's balls she added, "now go start cleaning. You have a lot of work to do."

As I was putting a couple eggs, that I cooked for myself, onto a plate, mistress came into the kitchen carrying her plate.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I'm getting my breakfast."

"Did anyone one give you permission to eat?"

"No, I didn't think I needed permission to eat."

"There you go, that's your problem once again. You need to quit thinking and do as you are told."

"But I need to eat."

"Do you really," she said.

"Yeah, I do."

With that she grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled my head back and glared at me.

"I mean yes mistress I think I do."

"Once again there you go thinking. I will tell you what you need to think or do. If you want to do anything that I have not told you to do, then you need to ask permission.

If I think you need it, then I will give you permission." She paused for moment then added, "You got that."

"Yes Mistress."

She let go of my hair and stepped back. "Well, you do need to eat. I wouldn't want my slave to collapse from malnutrition now would I. Well?

"Ahhh?"

"Cat got your tongue? If you want to eat you just need to ask."

"Mistress, may I please eat my breakfast?"

"Now why should I let you eat a perfectly good breakfast when what you made me was anything but perfectly good. My eggs were runny, and you know I don't like runny eggs. My toast was cold and a bit on the dry side. But yet your eggs look perfectly fine, and your toast is," she stopped to take a bite of my toast, "delicious."

"I did the best I could under the circumstances."

"And what is that suppose to mean?" she snapped back.

"Nothing," I replied

"No, I get it. You're saying it is my fault you didn't do a better job with my breakfast. So, is it my fault also that you failed to ask permission to eat yourself?"

I just stood there not knowing what to say. I knew whatever I would say would just make things worse.

"Well, I guess what you're not saying is that I need to do a better job so that you can be a better slave." She stood there just shaking her head a little. "Well, I can certainly do that, I suppose."

I just stood there not knowing what to say. I didn't want to make things any worse then they were.

"Do you still want to eat?" she asked.

"Yes, mam I do"

"Then you know what to do."

At first, I didn't know what she wanted me to say, then it hit me. "Mistress, may I please eat my breakfast?"

She didn't answer and I just stood there not knowing what I should do again. At that point mistress grabbed a knife and started to cut up the remains of her breakfast into small pieces. Then she took my plate and did the same. Once everything was cut up, she grabbed a bowl and dumped both breakfasts into the bowl.

As I watcher her dump everything into a bowl I said, "Mistress I am so sorry I will do better."

"Oh, you think by saying your sorry is going to make everything ok. Hmmm, I don't think that works for me. Turn around." She fastened my wrists together again behind my back and then said. "Ok you now have my permission to eat."

As I turned back around the bowl of food scraps were sitting on the counter in front of me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" I asked, rattling my bound hands behind me.

"Your hungry, there is the food, I am sure you can figure it out." As I stood there not knowing what to do, she just stared at me. Finally, she said, "You don't have all day."

I finally blurted out, "I can't eat like this, what do you think I am a dog or something?"

"No, but you could be." With that she grabbed the bowl and put it on the floor. "Now you can be. Eat!"

I didn't move.

"Are you disobeying me again?"

When I didn't move, she grabbed a hold of my balls and gently started to squeeze until I finally said, "Ok, I'll eat." She let go and I started to lower myself to the floor. I looked up at her from my knees, giving her some puppy dog eyes so she would relent, but that didn't happen.

"You don't have all day." With that I lowered my head to the bowl and started eating.

"Remember this is what you want, right?"

I didn't answer, I just kept lapping up the food. This was going to be a long day.