Home at last, he thought with a sigh; it had been a long couple weeks, and he was happy to leave the ship behind for a night.
This past few days had been especially tiresome, with duty and a long overnight watch the day they pulled in, a day of inspections to follow, and then another day of minor annoyances after that one, it felt good to finally be alone in his flat again.
After shedding all the belongings he'd brought inside, he sank into the couch and powered on the computer, to find a show and just veg out. Soon the sun began to set outside, the light filtered out of the flat, as his thoughts began to drift away from the images on the screen. He checked his watch, 5:30pm, that makes it 10:30am her time, he thought.
She'd been on his mind a lot this week. She had made some new changes lately that had him a little unsettled, she had taken to wearing makeup suddenly, dressing differently, and especially her decision to join a new community of people she said were "like her"...
She assured him right away there was nothing to worry about, and explained the appearance changes were because she had felt insecure lately, about her perceived flaws in her appearance.. She just didn't feel "pretty" anymore, and it made her feel better to don the security of the makeup, she was now using on a semi-regular basis.
The new group was what made him most uncomfortable, though. She had come out early in their relationship as being kinky, and not just the 'now and then, lets use handcuffs' variety either, she was the real deal, the kind of woman who actually strives on domestic servitude.
A couple of weeks ago she almost hugged him through the phone, when he said he liked the idea of her having her own chore chart to follow, with marks for completion, rewards, and the dreaded consequences for unfinished work.
Once he'd given his blessing, she quickly purchased and compiled her list of chores, ones she hoped to complete, and proudly messaged him pictures of her new accomplishments, in hopes of his approval.
He knew she was submissive, the real life version, but he just never really imagined she'd be out there meeting a whole group of people just like her.
To be honest, she never did either. She had been a member of online communities most of her internet-savvy adult life, lurking and reading forums on Fet-life, and subreditts galore, but she never had been courageous enough to step out of the shadows and meet real life people. People who would be able to nod their head when she spoke, and say I Understand You.
It's a great feeling, one she'd never experienced, and one he could completely understand from interacting within his own specialized circles of like-minded friends. He wanted to support and trust her, he wants to see her happy, because he really does love her, but there was still that bit of worry edging him to look deeper at her desires... and that is when the plan began to develop.
He grabbed his keyboard and began to type in the address bar, grabbed a nearby notepad, and jotted down the info he needed before reclining back with a smile. This should be a fun experiment he thought, and the tightening sensation in his jeans signified agreement with himself.
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She pulled into the driveway at her first stop of the day, turned off the ignition, and grabbed her phone from her purse.
"Good morning, baby", glowed on her screen, and a smile lit up her face as she typed out her reply.
"Good Morning, My Love, how was your day?"
She made her way up the path, and let herself in to her customer's home, letting their dogs free from their cages and guiding them outside, before stepping out onto the deck herself.
"It was okay, I'm home tonight." chimed a new message
"That's great, I'm sure you could use the rest! ;)" she replied.
"Yep, I'm actually going to take a nap now. You're by yourself later, right?" came his next response.
"Yeah, I drop him off at his dad's at 5, why?" she asked him, curiosity clear on her expressive face.
"I might get back on later, Goodnight ;-*" he answered quickly
"Goodnight, My Love, sweet dreams" she typed back, before slipping her phone into her pocket and getting back to work.
The rest of her workday went by rather quickly, at 3pm they had knocked out all their stops for the day, and made it back home from work. It had been a nice easy day, and luckily the weather had been pretty too.
She walked into the kitchen and made up a quick snack for herself and the kiddo, then washed the dishes she had used and tucked them into the rack to dry.
She smiled to herself, turning to her chart, as she glanced at the row labeled Wash Dishes, knowing today would have another nice check-mark. Her smile faded though, as her eyes drifted down the column, to the nearly barren row below, labeled Workout.
It had been 10 days since she had made up her own special list of chores to complete. She had half-jokingly confessed her desire to have her boyfriend keep accountability for her housekeeping duties, a couple of weeks prior, after a painstakingly large catch-up night in the kitchen. One that had left her feeling the desire for a "Good girl", and a loving head-stroke as a reward, but alas 8000 miles is such a long way.
To her giddy surprise, her amazing Love had actually expressed interest in the idea!! She bubbled over with joy, and her mind had raced with all the delicious possibilities of being recognized for being domesticated, and caring for their home.
She couldn't wait to start, and had rushed out to find materials to make a chart. The little honeybee themed one had practically jumped off the shelf at the dollar store, and she smiled to herself as the words "Honey-Do" came to mind.
Unfortunately, her execution of the tasks had only been half as enthusiastic. She had been a bit slow to start, but had finally gotten a fairly reliant system going for the downstairs portion of the house, proudly messaging pictures of their pristine kitchen off for approval.
She had kept the small TV room neat and orderly too, especially since rearranging the layout, and was regularly sweeping out their middle room and entryways. She had even finally tackled the upstairs portion of the house yesterday afternoon, cleaning and organizing the bedroom, cleaning the bathroom, and sweeping, swiffering, and vacuuming all the rooms in their second floor, to a sparkling finish.
Yet there it sat, shamefully nude except for one questionable check-mark last Saturday, the workout row...
She had meant to do it, and in fact she had even begun to notice the evidence of her failure to do so, along the less flattering curves of her body, as of late.
Even the pictures she took, to try to keep her far away love enticed, had left her feeling unattractive and less satisfied, and she attached promises he'd return home to a more attractive mate by spring.
She made her way toward the TV room and sat down on the couch, just in time to hear the *DING* of her messenger chime, she glanced at the time - 4:05pm, as she read his message.
"How was work?" He inquired
"Hi, My Love, you're early :) it was good, how did you sleep?" she typed, as she tucked her feet underneath her.
"I slept well, what time did you get home?" he asked
"We got in about 3, I made us a snack and we were about to relax a bit before I have to drop him off." she replied
"Do you have any plans when he goes?" he typed back.
She smiled down at the phone, "I was just going to talk to you =-*"
The phone chimed back at her, "have you done all your chores???"
"Yep!" she replied triumphantly, "I did all the upstairs stuff yesterday, and have even washed all our dishes from breakfast and lunch =D"
Then came the message that made her heart flutter, "Show me your chart, please."
An excited little exclamation escaped her lips as she sprung up from her seat and pranced to the kitchen, practically skipping in anticipation of his praise.
She uncapped her marker, and quickly checked off all the chores she had completed over the past two days, steadied the camera on her phone, captured the chart in all its glory, and smiled proudly as she hit Send.
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The image that popped into view confirmed exactly what his research had already told him... despite the fact she had diligently been placing loving little check-marks beside all her cleaning tasks, over the past 10 days,her online Fitbit profile, and her chart had both shown evidence that his girlfriend had been a very bad girl...
Ten whole days had passed, and other than an increase in steps, here and there, there had been zero workouts at all. This was exactly what he expected to see, and really it explained a lot about how she had felt lately, things were going to make a change today though.
He typed out his message, shifted in his seat, and sent it through.
"Great job baby! There's just one thing though, you didn't tell me the truth."
... the ellipses danced on the screen, he knew they were both fully aware of what he meant, but he waited to see how she would respond.
"You mean my workouts, huh :'( " she typed back, her emoji conveying her guilt electronically.
He smiled in satisfaction, "yes, and you know what happens when you don't do chores right?"
... the little dots danced again,
"I get punished? :( " she punctuated with a pout he could almost envision on her own lips.
"Yes sweetie, I'm afraid so, this is what you asked me to do, so this is what must be done."
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She chewed nervously on her bottom lip as the instructions came across her screen. She was to walk to her son's fathers house, instead of the typical drive, and upon leaving there, immediately begin her penance.
She changed into proper attire, enjoyed the last of her free time, walked the three blocks to her ex'es home, saying her goodbyes, then walked back down the block out of sight. At the next intersection she stretched quickly, depressed the timer on her fitbit and began to jog.
He had gone easy on her today, stating that because this was the first time he ever had to punish her, they would start gentle.
She had been instructed to jog from where she started, all the way to the railroad tracks, and back home, resting only if she absolutely must, and maintaining at least a slow jog the entire way, about a 2 mile run in all.
She was not soon to forget this lesson
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It was about 12:38am in his timezone when his phone chimed again, and she had followed his instructions well. That early nap he had taken was going to come in handy now.
"Done, My Love" she had replied, including a photo of his exhausted pet, glistening in sweat from her run.
"That's a good girl," he typed in reply "take a shower, and tell me when you are done."
"Yes, sir" she responded, and he set forth to checking out how she did on her run, online. She had done as he asked, and pushed through the whole way with very little variation in her pace.
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Once clean and dry, she walked to her room, sprawled out naked on the bed and typed out her message.
"I'm all clean!" she hit send, and laid back in exhaustion on the comforter, of their queen sized bed. God this mattress feels amazing right now, she thought with a sigh.
The sudden ring of her ringtone snapped her to attention, it was him calling her!!
"Hi baby!" she chimed into the receiver.
