A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 15

It's Friday night, Anthea lies luxuriously on her bed, wearing her satin nightgown. Her feet are resting on a cushion and I am kneeling at the foot of the bed, massaging lotion into her feet and legs.

She is speaking with a soft sigh of relaxation.

"You're doing better tonight, boy. Last time, your touch was clumsy and hurried. I need it steady, soothing... Like this. Not rushed like the last time. Do you even remember how sloppy you were?"

"Yes, Lady. I was careless, and I regret that deeply. I will not make that mistake again."

"Words, boy. Promises are easy. Actions are harder. Don't forget to rub the lotion into every little crease of my skin. Do you feel that dry spot near my heel? Rub there until it's soft and smooth."

I gently rub the indicated spot. "Yes, Lady. Your comfort and satisfaction are all that matter."

She is smirking watching my work. "Good. But you should be grateful for the chance to care for me. Not everyone gets to be this close to perfection. I could easily have someone more competent at my feet. Don't you agree?"

I say blushed, "Yes, Lady. I am honored to serve you."

She is leaning back with a satisfied smile and pushes a lock of hair out of her face.

"Honored... That's the right attitude. Remember, this isn't just about moisturizing my skin. It's about showing devotion. Every stroke of your hand should convey how much you revere me."

"Do you feel any tension, Lady? I can focus more on areas that need attention."

She laughs softly, "Tension? Of course, I feel tension, boy. Tomorrow is a big day, and I need everything perfect. Speaking of perfection tomorrow is crucial. Mom is visiting, and I will not have her think I live in a pigsty. Do you remember the disaster when Nikki visited?"

I'm lowering deeper my head in shame. "Yes, Lady. I deeply regret my mistakes."

"Oh, you regret them now but how embarrassing it was for me! And this time, it's my Mom, her first time ever in my new home. Do you know how important first impressions are?"

"I understand, Lady. I'll do my absolute best to ensure everything is spotless."

Anthea is leaning forward slightly, her tone softening.

"You will make me proud, boy. Won't you? When my mom steps in tomorrow, I want her to see a home that reflects me, elegant, perfect, and cared for by a devoted servant. Think of this as your opportunity to redeem yourself."

I'm nodding earnestly. "Yes, Lady. I will not disappoint you."

"Do you know what happens if my Mom sees even a hint of imperfection? She will judge me and by extension, you. If she thinks my home is anything less than pristine, it reflects poorly on me. And if that happens, you will have far more to regret than a few careless cleaning mistakes. Is that clear boy?"

"Yes, Lady, crystal clear. I will make sure your home reflects your excellence."

She smiles satisfied, "Good boy. I like hearing that. Now, finish with my toes, make sure each one gets proper attention."

I finish applying the lotion and plant one warm, wet and soundly kiss on her each sole.

Anthea is leaning back, her voice commanding again.

"You've done well so far, boy, but I need more from you. I've had a long day, and I deserve to sleep peacefully and release my tension tonight. Begin by massaging my calves and work your way up. You know what I expect from you, don't you?"

I am blushing and bow my head. "Yes, Lady. I am here to bring you peace and relaxation. Your pleasure is my priority."

She is smirking, her tone playful, "Good boy. Make it memorable, just like the spotless house I expect tomorrow."

I gently massage her calves and my hands go slowly up to her thighs, my trembling fingers touch her soft skin around her divine Pussy and put some pressure.

Anthea is closing her eyes momentarily. "That's better. Yes... like that. Feel the tension in my muscles and work it out. But don't forget, boy, this isn't just about my body. It's about my mind too. Talk to me."

My hands continue their trip to her divine body, massaging gently her belly now. I say hesitantly and confused, "What would you like to hear, Lady?"

Anthea is smirking without opening her eyes.

"Oh poor Richard, how innocent you are! I am not only your Owner but also a woman. Flatter me! Tell me how perfect I am, how lucky you are to serve me. Make me feel adored, boy."

"Lady, you are radiant in every way. Your beauty, your strength, your intelligence, they are unmatched. Serving you is the greatest privilege of my life."

"You sound convincing tonight. Perhaps you're finally learning your place. Keep going, but let your hands speak louder than your words. Lower now..."

I obediently move my hands lower, my touch gentle yet firm.

"I want nothing more than to ease your tension, Lady, and help you drift into the deepest, most peaceful sleep."

Anthea is letting out a content sigh. "Hmm. You're improving, boy. You still have much to prove before I'm fully satisfied. You've done well so far, boy, but I still feel tension. My mind needs clearing, my body needs complete relaxation. Do you know what I'm asking of you?"

I am bowing my head, my voice is trembling with humility.

"Yes, Lady. Please allow me to serve you fully and bring you the pleasure you deserve."

Her voice sounds soft but firm.

"Good. Use your tongue. Slow, deliberate, and focused. I don't want to guide you. I want to lie here and feel how well you've learned to please me without needing constant correction. Can you do that?"

I am nodding earnestly. "Yes, Lady. I will give you everything I can."

Anthea is smirking faintly, closing her eyes

"Then begin. Show me I didn't waste my time training you to become the best pussy eater."

I lower myself carefully, my lips and tongue moving gently against her skin. Every motion is deliberate, my focus entirely on her breathing, her body's subtle reactions. Her soft sighs and moans of pleasure guide me, letting me know when I've hit the right spot or when to adjust.

She relaxes a little more with each passing moment, the sporadic murmurs of approval urging me to continue onward. The tension strung tightly within her slowly begins to dissipate under my reverent touch.

Anthea's thoughts wander as the light stroking of my tongue plays across her.

'He's learning. At last, he's starting to understand the gravity of his position. It's not just about obedience; it's about anticipation my needs, when to act, when to wait. Tonight, he proves himself worthy of my time.'

Her lips curve into a hint of a smile as I work my tongue on her clitoris, gently yet firmly.

'It is all about me, my comfort and pleasure. He is just a tool to obtain it. But then again, one cannot deny the satisfaction of shaping him into something worthwhile: a boy who knows his place, one who exists solely for my benefit.'

Her breathing slows, her muscles loosening completely as the waves of pleasure and relaxation wash over her. Anthea's body slackens entirely, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. She lets out a final loudly screaming as hit the peak of her orgasm, signaling for me to stop.

"That's enough, boy. You've done your part tonight. Clean yourself up, and then return, we have chat about tomorrow's event.

I whisper reverently, "Yes, Lady. Thank you for allowing me to serve you."

In a few moments I am knelt beside her bed where Anthea is relaxing after her orgasm and my attention is wholly focused on what Anthea says.

"Boy, tomorrow is going to be very important. My mother is coming, and she's very finicky about how one should do this and that. She will notice each and every particular detail, and I don't want to disappoint her."

She has a firm but somehow anxious glance at me.

"You'll be up at 5am tomorrow, and immediately go to cleaning. I want the house spotless, do you hear? Let everything shine right from the kitchen to the floors. My mother is uncompromising, and perfection she will have."

I nod, feeling nervous yet obedient.

"Yes, Lady, but I'm anxious about it. I don't want to make a mistake, especially since Madam Olivia doesn't know about us."

Anthea lays a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Nothing to worry about, boy. I'll guide you, step by step. But you mustn't act so servile with her, like you are when we are alone. I wouldn't want her thinking you are my servant. You will be respectful and obedient but warm. Show her how much you love and cherish me, yet never overstepping your bounds."

"Yes Lady, I won't blow your cover in any way."

"Good. And when she is present, remember how you should conduct yourself. Serve us both, yet say nothing unless I address you with a question. When you do have to speak, speak with courtesy and respect. If she questions you, answer thoughtfully and with due regard for your station. Remember, this is important; your nerves must not get the best of you."

"I'll try, my Lady. I just wouldn't want to disappoint you."

She smiles softly, touching my cheek. "You won't disappoint me, boy. Just follow my lead. Now stay knelt by the bed until I'm asleep. I don't want to hear a sound from you. Just leave me to my dreams."

I fall to my knees, wordless, beside her bed, and she immediately slips into a deep, peaceful sleep. Her face smoothes with the slightest smile as if already in a dream about just how perfectly her day will go tomorrow with her mom there.

It's 5 am, and I wake up early to start the cleaning job. The house is still, but the burden of the responsibility weighs upon my head. I tie my apron as I prepare for the day's work. I hasten the cleaning-wiping, mopping, and arranging carefully, for I know Anthea's mother will not let a single thing pass her eyes.

It's 10 am, Anthea stretches languidly in bed, her hair just faintly muss, but it was a muss of perfect ease and grace. I come in, balancing carefully the breakfast tray with its burden of a croissant, fresh fruits, orange juice, and her omelet, done the way she liked. Kneeling at the foot of her bed, holding the tray aloft, head bowed.

"Good morning, Lady. Your breakfast is served. Hope it meets your satisfaction."

Anthea stretches her arms, yawning as her voice comes out warm and teasing. "Good morning, boy. You're punctual, as always. Now, let me see what you have for me." She squats at the edge of the bed, and I lift up the tray. She eats with appetite and relishes each bit.

She says with a self-satisfied sigh, "Mmm, this is just what I needed."

"Thank you, Lady. I hope you have had a nice sleep."

"Oh yeah! Last night's orgasm left me so relaxed, I slept like a baby and feel fresh for the long day ahead. You really outdid yourself."

I am keeping my head lowered, my voice sounds humble.

"Thank you, Lady. Your happiness is all that matters."

Anthea is looking back at me, smirking. "You look tired, though. Did you sleep poorly? Or was it the cleaning marathon I assigned you?"

"I am fine, Lady. I only wish to serve you to the best of my abilities."

"Well, keep that energy up. You have a long day ahead of you, and I won't tolerate any sloppiness. My mom's first impression about my home and our relationship means everything, and you'll make sure it will be perfect."

"Yes, My Lady. That I will make you proud."

Once she is done, I take the tray to the kitchen, making sure each dish has been carefully washed and dried. I make her coffee as per her taste, carry it along with her lighter and cigarette case on a small tray into the living room.

Anthea enters the living room in her dark green blouse and black leggings, comfortably seated on the plush sofa in the living room, scrolling on her phone. I set the coffee on the table before her and light her cigarette, cupping my hands around the flame to shield it.

She is inhaling deeply, exhaling smoke with a content sigh, and takes a sip of the coffee.

"Perfect timing as always, boy. Now, leave me to my calls and prepare the meal. I want to impress my mom with your cooking skills."

I'm bowing deeply, "Of course, Lady. I will begin immediately."

The house is immaculately clean, Anthea sits across from me, her legs crossed elegantly. She looks like a goddess, her confidence palpable, her gaze piercing as she issued her final instructions.

"Boy" she begins, her voice firm but measured, "you will behave impeccably today. My mother believes you're my boyfriend. That's the story we'll stick to, and you will not deviate from it."

"Yes, Lady," I say reflexively, immediately correcting myself.

Her eyes narrowed, but a faint smirk touched her lips. "You will address my mother as Madam Olivia. You are to speak only when spoken to or when answering a question. Your focus will be on serving us discreetly but attentively. Understand?"

"Yes, my Lady."

"Good. I expect you to make a favorable impression, but remember: do not overstep. You are here to take care of our needs without revealing... your true nature. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded earnestly. "Crystal clear, my Lady."

Moments later, the doorbell chimed. Anthea glides to the door, her demeanor transforming into one of warm hospitality. She opens it with a radiant smile.

Olivia enters, wearing a grey woolen dress, ending in opaque tights and black leather boots. Her red hair cascades down her back, but even in her middle fifties, she is a remarkably poised and charismatic lady.

"Mother welcome!" Anthea exclaims, leaning in to kiss Olivia on both cheeks, "I'm so glad you're here."

"Hello, darling. Thank you for having me over. You look wonderful."

Olivia steps in, taking in the clean and organized surroundings. I stand nearby, slightly nervous but maintaining a respectful posture. My heart races, not with fear exactly, but with an intense anticipation. Today was no ordinary day to meet my Owner's mother.

"Mom, this is Richard."

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Madam Olivia."

Her eyes lingers on me as if she is appraising me. "The pleasure is mine, Richard. Anthea has told me so much about you."

"I hope all of it good," I say with a polite smile.

Olivia chuckles softly. "Mostly."

I take her coat and scarf and hang them by the door.

Anthea guides her mother into the living room for a brief tour. I follow a few steps behind, listening as Olivia comments on the décor and complimented Anthea's taste.

"You've done a marvelous job with the place, darling," Olivia says.

Anthea waves a hand dismissively. "Richard helps a lot. He keeps things in order."

"Does he?" Olivia cast a glance over her shoulder, her gaze sharp. "How... fortunate."

I start to set the table: crisp white tablecloth, silverware laid out just so, sparkling wine glasses. Anthea gives her mother the tour of the house, showing her this and that.

"The house is immaculate, Anthea. You've outdone yourself."

"I can't take all the credit. Richard has been instrumental in keeping everything in order."

"Is that so? Well, it's nice to see you have someone so diligent."

The women sit down on the couch and the conversation starts to flow. I find myself in the dining area, laying cutlery and straightening a centerpiece. From my side vision, I see Anthea reach into her cigarette case, pull one out, and place it between her lips.

For a moment, I hesitate. 'Would this seem too servile?' But my instincts kick in. I cross the room in a flash, producing a lighter and flicking it to life before she could reach for her own.

Olivia raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anthea. "Well, that's attentive."

Anthea didn't even glance at me. "He's always considerate like that."

She inhales deeply, exhaling a plume of smoke as she resumes her conversation with Olivia, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

In a short while, Olivia fished a slim cigarette case out of her pocket and chose one. Again, in a reflex-like action, I hastened forward, lighter in hand.

She tilts her head, watching me as I light her cigarette. "Well, thank you, Richard. You're quite the gentleman."

"It's my pleasure," I reply.

Anthea cut in smoothly. "He likes to be useful. Isn't that right, Richard?"

"Yes, honey," I say.

Olivia is smiling faintly. "Anthea, he's got manners. I like that."

"He's good at what he does, Mom."

At Anthea's instruction, I serve the food, starting with Olivia and then Anthea. I pour wine into their glasses with precision and care. When done, I take a seat next to Anthea. Olivia watches this silently but with a curious expression.

Anthea raises her glass, making a toast.

"To family, good company, and a lovely afternoon together."

Olivia says raising her glass. "To my daughter and her impeccable hospitality."

I raise my glass of water, clinking it gently with theirs.

Olivia notices, "No wine for you, Richard?

"He doesn't drink, Mom." Anthea says smiling.

"That's correct, Madam Olivia. Alcohol affects me badly, so I prefer to avoid it."

Olivia nods approvingly, "That's sensible. A rare trait these days."

Anthea speaks playfully,"He's full of rare traits, Mom. It's one of his best qualities."

Olivia sips her wine, setting the glass down with a thoughtful expression. "This meal looks lovely. Did you prepare it, Richard?"

"Yes, Madam Olivia" I say, a hint of pride in my voice.

Anthea chimes in, her tone casual. "He's quite handy in the kitchen. And the rest of the house, too. He keeps everything spotless."

Olivia's eyebrows rise slightly. "Does he? Quite the catch, isn't he?"

Anthea smiles, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, you have no idea."

I feel my cheeks flush slightly but keep my focus on eating quietly.

The dinner is flowing of light conversation, every now and then Olivia would remark on the food and tidiness on the table, while I move around in a polite manner, refilling glasses and clearing plates on cue.

Anthea worked the conversation smoothly, feigning the underlying facade of a normal relationship but allowing bits and pieces to show her mother that at least something was not quite right.

As the plates clear, I rise to collect them. Anthea leans back in her chair, lighting another cigarette.

"Richard, the dessert," she says simply.

"Of course sweetie." I answer eager.

"You're very attentive, Richard," Olivia says.

"Thank you, Madam Olivia," I reply, keeping my tone neutral.

After lunch, Anthea and Olivia sit on the couch, I bring them glasses of wine, they chat, relaxed, and smoking, while I clean the table and washe the dishes. I had just come back from clearing the table, and the conversation turned naturally to talk about our relationship.

Olivia raises an eyebrow and says, "I've been meaning to ask, Anthea. You two were together in the past, weren't you? But if I remember correctly, that relationship didn't work out so well. How is it that you've ended up together again?"

Anthea says calmly while sipping her wine.

"We've had our ups and downs, Mother, but we don't really label what we have now. It's different from what it was back then."

Olivia is tilting her head, suspicious, "Different how? Anthea, you don't strike me as someone who'd go back to a situation that wasn't working."

"It's not about going back, Mother. It's about redefining what works for us. We don't think of ourselves as a traditional couple. Actually, we're in an open relationship now. As long as we have a good time together and add value to each other's lives, that's what matters."

Her mother leans back, seeming somewhat shocked.

"An open relationship? Well, I wasn't expecting that. Are you sure that's sustainable? Won't it lead to complications?"

"Not for me. The freedom we've established is what keeps it stress-free. It's honest and open, and that's more than I can say for many traditional relationships."

Olivia turns to me, "And what about you? How do you feel about this arrangement?"