A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 14

The Monthly Review for October takes place in the living room, which I prepare carefully. The room is clean, organized, and warmly lit with candles to create a serene yet formal ambiance.

I put a comfortable armchair in the center of the room for Anthea. On the coffee table I have set water, her favorite snack, a glass of red wine, and a notepad for her to jot notes and goals.

I am naked wearing of course my chastity device, the butt plug inserted deep in my anus, clamps put on my sensitive nipples adds uncomfortable pain and the small bell is hanging from my genitals. I kneel at the threshold of the room waiting for Anthea to enter.

Anthea comes in regally to the living room; she chooses wearing comfortable clothing that emphasizes her authority, a comfortable thin white sweater, black leggings and viridian green slippers.

As Anthea enters the room, I bow deeply and remain still until she takes her seat. Once she is seated, I crawl on all fours toward her chair, stopping at her feet.

Kiss the top of each foot three times, pressing my lips firmly and reverently, and then place my forehead on the floor for a few moments.

Then I rise to my knees and clasp my hands together in front of me, keeping my eyes downcast.

"Lady, I am deeply grateful for this opportunity to meet with you and discuss the past month under your care and authority. Thank you for granting me the privilege of speaking freely, sharing my thoughts, and learning how better to serve and honor you in the coming month."

Anthea is seated on the plush chair in the living room, her legs are regally crossed, and she absently twirls a strand of her long brown hair. She sips the wine.

"Is your plug in place boy?"

"Yes Lady, it's deep inside me."

She smiles broadly, "Good boy! Let's begin the Review."

"Lady, thank you for granting me this opportunity to present my report for October. I am humbled to stand in reflection before you, acknowledging both my successes and shortcomings in your service. Your guidance and authority are the foundation of my existence."

She is leaning back in her chair, her tone light but inquisitive.

"Good, boy. Let's hear it, then. I'm curious to know how well --or poorly-- you think you did this month. Start with the highlights."

"Lady, in October, I made every effort to fulfill my duties to the best of my abilities. I completed all assigned tasks promptly, including cleaning, cooking, and ensuring your comfort."

Anthea is tilting her head, smirking. "Ah, yes. I did notice. But go on."

"I also ensured your relaxation by drawing your baths and preparing your favorite evening drink daily without fail. This month, I remained diligent in my nightly reflections, striving to improve and meet your expectations."

Anthea rolls a cigarette as listens to my Review, I light the cigarette and continue.

"This month, Lady, I prioritized your comfort and pleasure in every aspect of my service. I am honored to report that you experienced 21 orgasms in October, a significant increase from the previous month."

Anthea raises an eyebrow, her tone playful.

"Twenty-one? Satisfactory ha-ha. Go on, boy; tell me which moments you think deserve to be remembered."

"Lady, the most exceptional occasion was the evening of October 14th, the day of your 5 orgasms, when you allowed me to worship your feet while you pleasured yourself. Your satisfaction that evening was a moment of profound joy for me, and I will cherish the memory of hearing your moans."

She is smirking, her tone playful.

"Oh, I do remember that. My poor toy had to work hard that night.. And the others?"

"Lady, another memorable moment was on October 25th, when you used the wand while teasing me about my chastity. Your teasing words and laughter made the moment unforgettable. Your pleasure was so intense that your moans echoed throughout the house. That moment, more than anything, reinforced how sacred your happiness is to me."

Anthea laughs lightly, "Reinforced, huh? I hope it reinforced your understanding of your place, too. What else?"

"Lady, beyond ensuring your pleasure, I also achieved an important milestone this month. For the first time, you entrusted me to care for you during your menstrual cycle. It was a profound honor to tend to your needs during such an intimate time."

"I'll admit, boy, you didn't do too badly. Even though you were so flustered at first, fumbling with the sanitary napkins and all. How did you feel about serving me in that way?"

"Lady, I felt deeply privileged. To be trusted with such personal care was a honor, and it reminded me that every part of your existence is worthy of my devotion."

She is grinning, her tone sharp but light.

"Well said, boy. It's good to know you didn't find it beneath you or disgusting at all."

"Lady, while I worked hard to serve you, I must also acknowledge my mistakes and shortcomings this month."

She is leaning forward slightly, her tone sharpening.

"Oh, this should be good. Go on, boy. Let's hear what you failed at."

"Lady, on October 8th, I misunderstood your instructions regarding your attire, ironing a dress you specifically said you weren't in the mood for. I deeply regret this oversight and the inconvenience it caused you."

She is frowning slightly as speaks.

"Yes, I do recall that. What were you thinking, boy? You don't have the luxury to assume anything when it comes to me."

"You are absolutely right, Lady. I was careless, and I failed to focus on your explicit words. I have since taken steps to improve, including writing down your instructions immediately after you give them to ensure precision."

She is nodding approvingly, "Good. What else?"

"On October 11th, Lady, I prepared dinner late because I underestimated the cooking time. You waited for your meal longer than you should have, and I deeply regret my mismanagement."

"Yes, I remember. I was starving, and you were scurrying around like a headless chicken. How do you plan to ensure that doesn't happen again?"

"Lady, I have created a detailed cooking schedule, factoring in prep and cooking times. I will begin preparations earlier and ensure every meal is ready precisely when you desire."

"Good. I should have deprived your dinner that night but I think it is brutally inhuman and you are so lucky to have a compassionate owner like me."

"I am very lucky indeed, Lady." I am pausing briefly, my voice low with regret.

"On October 20th, I failed to prepare the living room in time for your guest, Madam Nikki. My tardiness caused embarrassment, and I accept full responsibility for my negligence."

"That was particularly disappointing, boy. Nikki noticed, and I had to cover for you. How do you intend to ensure that never happens again?"

"Lady, I will make a comprehensive checklist of all the preparation tasks and set alarms so that I'm always ready long in advance. I will never let such a failure happen again."

Anthea leans back in her chair, softening somewhat.

"You'd better not. Nikki's visits are important, and I expect perfection when hosting."

"Then, on October 24th, I used the wrong fragrance for your evening bath, Lady. You prefer lavender, but I made the mistake of using eucalyptus. I know that would have interfered with your unwinding."

Anthea is rolling her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Disrupted is putting it mildly, boy. Lavender is the only acceptable scent for my evening baths. I shouldn't have to remind you of something so basic."

I answer embarrassed, "You are absolutely right, Lady. Since then, I have labeled all the oils clearly and have checked off a checklist to make sure that this would never again be repeated."

"Very well! What improvements for next month, boy?

"Lady, I have put several things into place. Besides the schedules and the lists, I suggest I get used to spending more time predicting your needs. Secondly, I will pay more attention to whatever I am doing in order to avoid silly mistakes."

She nods reflectively.

"Good. Anticipation, boy. I shouldn't need to spell it all out for you. I expect proactive, not reactive. Anything else?"

"Lady, I am so grateful for the opportunity to reflect on my service. Thank you for your time, your patience, and your guidance while I work to be a better servant to you. Please let me promise that November will be even more dedicated to your happiness."

Anthea smiles wryly, "We'll see, boy. You're on thin ice with those mistakes, and don't think I'm letting you off the hook for those mistakes, though. But I will say that you did an acceptable job in general. Of course, there is always room for improvement."

I am bowing deep, "Of course, my Lady. I will do my best to improve."

Anthea leans back in her chair, comfortable, her chin resting on her hand, her blue eyes fixed on me.

"Alright, boy, you may now speak your mind. What is on your mind? Anything bothering you, or troubling you? Now is the time to speak, or the opportunity will be lost until next month."

"Lady, thank you for this opportunity. I... I at times feel that I don't live up to your expectations. And even now, when I try hard, I feel that one way or another, I am disappointing you or inadequate."

Anthea leans forward in her seat, her voice firm yet soft.

"Why do you feel that, boy? You have made mistakes, yes, but nothing that cannot be corrected. Do you feel that you cannot serve me?"

"No, Lady, I don't question my dedication or will to serve. I just wish for you to be always proud of my service, Lady."

She sips from her wine, softening her tone.

"Boy, your fear of failure shows your commitment, but self-pity I won't tolerate. You've done well this month overall, and I wouldn't waste my time on someone incapable of improving. Understand?"

I nod quickly relieved.

"Yes, Lady. Thank you for reassuring me. I will pay even closer attention to your body language, tone, and expressions."

"That's a good start. But boy, if you're ever unsure, you can always ask. Not that I expect perfection. though it would be nice. What else is on that little mind of yours?"

"I want to share a frustration I've been experiencing deep inside. My horniness. it is ever-present and amplified by the device. The cage reminds me of your control, yet it leaves me in constant torment. Sometimes it distracts me from serving you as perfectly as I wish to."

Anthea chuckles softly, crossing her legs and leaning forward slightly.

"Poor, tortured boy. Are you asking me to do something about it?"

"No, Lady. I would never dare ask for release. The device is your gift, and I wear it proudly as a symbol of my submission to you."

"How sweet. I already know how desperate you are. But I appreciate your honesty. Be patient boy, patience is a virtue and always win in the end."

"Thank you, Lady. Your understanding and wise advice means everything to me."

Anthea smiles roguishly, "Good. Now, if there is anything you might wish for, or. little dreams you'd like me to consider, speak. I can't promise I'll grant them, but I'll listen."

"Thank you Lady. I humbly request your permission to sleep on the floor next to your bed one night next month. It would mean the world to me to feel closer to you, even for a single night."

She raises an eyebrow and speaks; her tone is teasing.

"Closer to me, hmm? Why not in my bed beside my naked body?

"Lady, I cannot say that I deserve this privilege. But I beg an extended chance to prove myself, and you allow me a night at your floor."

"A bit dramatic, aren't we, boy? I'll think about it but don't get your hopes up too much."

I smile soft, with hope, "Thank you, Lady. Your consideration alone humbles me."

"You are lucky I am such a compassionate and generous Owner. Anything else, Richard?"

"Lady, during this review, I wish to humbly request a small break outside the home next month. It has been 42 days since I last stepped out, and I respectfully ask for your consideration."

Anthea leans back into the couch, crossing her arms, a look of mild surprise crossing her face.

"Forty-two days, you say? Has it been that long? And you're only mentioning this now, boy?" Poor boy, stuck here with all your duties and chores."

I'm hesitating slightly, eyes fixed ahead.

"I didn't want to burden you with my desires, Lady. I know my feelings are secondary to your needs and schedule."

She looks still dumbfounded. "My, my, you've been quite the little hermit, haven't you?" Then she carries on with her soft voice. "That one hour every day for rest, relaxation, and even internet access, that is already a kindness on my part, don't you think? I could easily fill those hours with more productive tasks for you."

"Yes, Lady. I am truly grateful for that hour, and I understand that it is a privilege granted through your sacrifice. I cherish it deeply."

"Good. Never forget that slaves have duties and chores that are never-ending. There's always something to be done to improve my life or our household. It's the nature of your position, Richard."

"Yes Lady, thank you for reminding me on my purpose in life."

Her blue eyes are piercing deep inside me she seems sad.

"Remember the rule. You're not allowed to leave the house without a woman supervising you. That's either me or someone I trust. And lately, my time has been stretched thin. I'll also be away for a few days this month for a seminar so my time is even more limited."

She sips her wine and put the glass on the table, then smiles slightly.

"I understand your need for some fresh air. It's a human's need. I do feel a little pity for you. Perhaps I'll take you out for a walk or a coffee myself if my schedule allows and you behave and keep up with your chores. Remind me in a couple of weeks, and I'll consider it."

I bow my head deeply and kiss her feet lightly.

"Thank you so much, Lady. Your thoughtfulness is a gift. Your kindness and consideration mean everything to me."

"Now, let's talk about next month. I have expectations, and you will meet them."

I'm listening intently and nod, "Yes, Lady."

"First, the orgasms. I expect at least the same number, 21, next month. More would be ideal, but that's the minimum. It's your job to ensure I'm relaxed, pleasured, and satisfied whenever I desire."

"Yes, Lady. I will ensure it."

"Good. Secondly, I want you to practice verbal responses. Your groveling and gratitude are acceptable, but I want them polished. You'll spend 15 minutes daily reciting affirmations of your devotion to me. Record them, and I'll review to ensure you're improving."

My voice filled with determination, "Yes, Lady. I will begin immediately."

"Third, you will begin daily fitness sessions to ensure your strength. I will create a plan, and you will follow it without question. This will become part of your daily routine."

"Yes, Lady. I will obey without hesitation."

Anthea with her foot under my chin lifts up my head, her tone shifting to one of appraisal.

"You've worked hard this month, and while you've made mistakes, you've also shown improvement. I'm feeling generous, so I'll grant you a small reward."

I'm looking up at her with hopeful eyes, "Thank you, Lady. Your generosity humbles me."

She smiles broadly.

"Let's see... you may have an extra blanket for your sleep. It's getting colder, after all."

"Thank you, Lady. Your kindness is overwhelming."

Anthea is finishing her wine and setting the glass down with a satisfied sigh.

"Well, boy, you've been honest, humble, and appropriately groveling. I might even call this a productive Review."

I'm bowing deeply, my voice filled with devotion.

"Thank you, Lady, for hearing me, for your kindness, and for allowing me to express myself. I am eternally grateful."

Anthea is standing and stretching gracefully, then she gestures me dismissively.

"Good. Now crawl to your corner and reflect on everything we've discussed. Then get back to work. I expect nothing but excellence from you in November."

I'm kissing her feet, this time lingering with soft, repeated kisses as a final gesture of devotion. Her laughter follows me as I go in the corner of the room, determined to meet and exceed her expectations in the coming month.

Anthea watches a series on Netflix while I am standing still in the corner facing the wall, my thoughts running in my mind. She signals the end of the corner time and after a while I go to the bedroom she is lying in the bed as I begin applying moisturizer lotion on her feet.

"Boy, these reviews are not easy for me. I don't think you understand how much effort I put into shaping your life and making these decisions for you. Being your Owner isn't just about making rules and watching you follow them. It's a responsibility, a heavy one. Every decision I make affects your life profoundly, and that weight... it's exhausting at times."

"Lady, I... I'm so sorry if I've caused you stress. I'm so grateful for everything you do for me. I don't deserve your effort or care. How can I help ease this burden?"

Anthea lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head.

"You think it's that simple? It's my responsibility as your Owner to provide structure and purpose in your life. And it's not a burden I take lightly."

She sighs, her voice lowers, growing more intimate but still firm.

"Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to consider your future, your growth, even your emotional state, while you only have to obey and serve? You have no weight to carry, boy. Your life is smothered and easy because I take on all the responsibility for you."

I'm bowing my head, "Lady, your dedication humbles me. I see now how much effort and thought you invest in my life. I am deeply grateful."

"Gratitude is nice, boy, but it doesn't lift the weight off my shoulders. You don't have the burden of deciding your own life anymore. That's a privilege I've taken from you, but it also means I've taken on the responsibility to make sure you thrive under my guidance. It comes at the cost of my mental energy."

"Lady, may I offer myself to you as a way to ease your stress? Please, allow me to serve you in a way that relieves your mind and body."

She gestures downward imperiously, her voice cool yet commanding.

"Come here and use that tongue of yours for something truly useful. Help me push out this stress. Start with my feet. Show me how much you appreciate the life I've crafted for you."

I bow my head, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her foot before trailing my lips downward. My tongue begins its slow, deliberate worship, each movement an act of reverence and devotion. As the service continues, Anthea's breaths grow steadier, the tension in her shoulders visibly easing. After a while, she shifts her position.

Her voice sounds softer, almost indulgent.

"Enough there. You know where I need you now, boy. Don't make me wait."

I crawl closer, positioning myself between her legs. Her fingers lightly brush through my hair as she guides my head into place, sighing deeply as I begin to fulfill my purpose.

She is relaxing back, eyes half-closed as she exhales deeply, her voice laced with relief.

"Yes... just like that. You exist to serve me, Richard. In moments like this, I remember why I keep you."

I keep working my tongue fast and hard on her clitoris and inside her vagina. She lets out a soft laugh.

"It's not always easy, but it's moments like these that make it worthwhile. Now, don't stop until I say you've earned my forgiveness for the stress you've caused."

She climaxes in a delirium of pleasuring moans and screams, and then leans back fully, her eyes closed and her breathing relaxed. She looks down at me with a satisfied expression and pats my head.

"You've done well, boy. This is why I keep you, because despite the stress you bring, you know how to make yourself useful when it counts. Perhaps I'll feel more confident about those decisions tomorrow, knowing you'll always be here to serve me."