The distance between Jean's house and the rectory wasn't far and Miguel soon found himself in front of Jean's house. He didn't know how he felt as only minutes had passed since he had been on his knees performing fellatio on Father G while listening to Jean being fucked. Within seconds of the tape ending Father G had pushed him away from his cock and sent him on his way. Spotting Jean's car he parked behind hers. He hoped she was the only one home as he wanted to share everything with her. He also hoped Jean would open up and tell him everything about her relationship with Father.
He got out of the car noticing as he walked a dull ache in his testicles. He looked down to see if it was obvious he was wearing a chastity device and felt relief that it wasn't. He rang the doorbell. Jean's mom opened the door. She seemed happy and excited to see him. She welcomed him inside. Within seconds she informed him Jean was out and wouldn't be back for several hours, her husband and sons were deer hunting and gone for the weekend, and she was hosting a party that evening and Jean had volunteered him to help. He didn't ask where Jean was, but assumed she was with Leo. He told her he would be more than happy to help her with the party which as it turned out wasn't really a party, but a meeting of her friends to have dinner, drink, gossip, and play canasta.
He wore slacks and a dress shirt for his meeting with Father. He was about to suggest to her he go to his car and get a change of clothes when she pointed him to Jean's bedroom, telling him, "Jean laid out some clothes for you. She doesn't want your clothes to get dirty. She said you'll need them for tonight."
Miguel went in to her room and spotted on Jean's table an envelope with some clothes underneath them. He opened the envelope and took out the note which read, "Miguel, I want you to wear these clothes while you help Mom. All of the clothes. We have lots to talk about. Love. Jean".
He put the note back in the envelope, folded it, and put it in his pants pocket for safekeeping. He looked at the clothes. There was a t shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and last, a pair of black panties. He quickly changed hoping Jean's mom would not make an unannounced entrance. The shorts fit strange and he wondered if it was because they were cut for a woman. He noticed the same thing with the shirt. As for the panties they were obviously made for a woman. He was glad Jean's dad and brothers wouldn't see him.
He put his clothes on hangers and hung them in Jean's closet. His socks, shoes, and briefs he put in the closet closing the door so they would be out of sight.
He entered the kitchen. If Jean's mom noticed anything different about his clothing she didn't act like it. She set him to work vacuuming, mopping, dusting, and scrubbing. Miguel focused on the jobs at hand as his cage reminded him all too painfully it was best not to let his mind wander. He liked Jean's note as he too had lots to share, but wondered if her talk was more of announcement.
The day's activities were having a pronounced affect on Miguel psychologically and physically. It was the first time he felt completely submissive and that feeling felt fine. It was he thought a welcome and much needed break from the real, more competitive world. There was only one choice, to submit, defer to another's authority, be it Jean, Father G, or as he was doing now, Jean's mom as he cleaned her house from top to bottom.
Wearing Jean's clothes, being caged, doing housework, and confined to the house while Jean was out he found soothing, not troubling. Her stature grew as his diminished and he found that to be okay.
Jean's mom checked on him from time to time inspecting what he had cleaned, dusted, vacuumed, approving or pointing out something he had overlooked, watching him accomplish it to her satisfaction before directing him to the next task. After cleaning the living room, dining room, and hall bathroom she had him dust and vacuum the bedrooms. Each bedroom sparked vivid sexual memories, Jean sneaking into the bedroom he was staying in while he was deep asleep and sucking his penis, her transferring his cum back to him in a long french kiss, standing in the bathroom listening to Jean's parents make love, seeing the bed on which they made love that night, but the room holding the most memories was Jean's bedroom. He remembered watching her ass as she lay on her stomach making plans to see Leo and how badly he had wanted to press his face between her buttocks and to lick, kiss, and suck her backside. Then there were all the times he had eaten her in that room.
Finished with all the rooms Jean's mom said he could help her with the food preparation. She didn't engage him in a lot of small talk, but did remind him a time or two Jean was out and was running late. She chuckled at one point when she said, "Jean said you're at my disposal until she gets home. Then you're all hers."
He answered her by telling her he was there to do what she needed.
She replied telling him, "Good, but I'm running out of things for you to do. I will need the kitchen floor swept and mopped, the trash taken out, and the table set. Hopefully you'll have it done before she gets home."
"I'm sure she'll want me to keep helping you until you're through with me," he answered before asking, "Did she say when she might be home?"
"She didn't. I'm sure she's having a good time and forgot about the time."
Her last comment he wondered if she meant it as a dig, wanting to get an emotional reaction out of him. He just answered, "I'm sure she is."
In the kitchen they repeated the same routine as when he was cleaning the house. After every task she inspected his work, pointing out deficiencies he promptly corrected before giving her final approval. She then had him do another task followed by another inspection. He finished the food preparation and she directed him to start cleaning the kitchen beginning with the sink,followed by the countertops and floor.
The phone rang as he was finishing up the floor. Jean's mom answered it. The call was brief. Her mom said she would tell Miguel. She also said he had been very good and had been a great help. She thanked her for loaning him out and laughed saying she could get used to Jean loaning Miguel out. The phone call ended and Jean's mom said, "Miguel, Jean will be home in ten minutes. She'll call when she pulls up to the house. She'll need your help to bring something in."
It was Miguel thought mysterious; he wondered what she needed help with. He also wondered how she was going to call him from the car. He thought Jean's mom meant she would honk the horn when she was in front of the house.
The ten minutes turned to fifteen and his anxiety built as the urgency to see Jean grew. He was setting the table when the phone rang. Jean's mom answered it and said she would send Miguel out. She turned to him and said, "Miguel, Jean's outside waiting for you."
He hurried to the front door and it wasn't until he had closed the door behind him that he noticed an unfamiliar car parked behind his car. The car was a brand new Lincoln, burgundy in color. Right away he noticed the driver wasn't Jean but a man he had never seen. Through the front window he could see Jean. She was sitting beside the driver. He approached the driver's side. The window was down. The man looked nervous. He greeted Miguel.
Miguel answered back, "Hello."
From inside the car Jean loudly said, "Miguel, this is Tommy. Tommy, this is my boyfriend Miguel."
Tommy didn't get out but took his right arm off Jean's shoulder and stuck it out the window signaling he wanted Miguel to shake it. Miguel shook it noticing as he did the anchor tattoo on Tommy's large, muscled forearm. His grip was firm but there was nothing aggressive in the way he shook Miguel's hand.
After introducing themselves and saying good to meet you, Tommy said, "Thanks Miguel."