I woke up the next morning, still in a bit of a daze from the prior night. I could almost taste her spandex pussy and was immediately hard thinking about worshiping her again. I wanted to spend all day with my head buried between her legs, pleasing my mistress, but I knew I had work to do, and I had actual work to do, too - it was Friday.
As I rolled out of bed, I felt something move in my ass and was quickly reminded of my butt plug, my "jewel", as she called it. I had slept all night in it. As I went to get in the shower, I carefully removed it, figuring I probably should clean it and my bum. I had to tug to pull it out, and when it exited, I let out a short gasp. Then I felt empty. It was a weird, hollow feeling.
I got in the shower and was sure to clean in and out of my ass. I then soaped up two fingers and pressed them inside. It felt nice to have something back in there. I lingered for a couple seconds and then turned to my next task - shaving my newly clean ass, per my Mistress' instructions. The razor felt weird on my cheeks, and it was awkward trying to get in close to the hole, but overall I felt I did a good job. When I was done, my ass felt very fresh and almost electric when the water touched it. In an odd way, I felt sexier.
As I finished in the bathroom, I washed my "jewel", admiring the pink crystal and the solid weight of the piece. I wanted it back inside me, particularly with my shaved ass, but I didn't have any lube - something I would rectify later today.
After quickly getting dressed, I moved onto the next task she had given me - Brad's laundry, choking a bit as I opened the bag. It was ripe. With my nose and mouth buried in my elbow, I slowly pulled his clothes out of the bag and dropped them in the washing machine. When asked to do his laundry last night, I was riding my high and didn't really think about it. This morning, as I was holding Brad's still moist, pungent underwear in my hand, I realized how low I was. I felt clearly as his inferior. As Mistress Jennifer said, some men see a hot ass, rip off the girl's pants and take her, bringing her to ecstasy, while I drop to my knees and happily bury my face in her ass, totally submitting to the woman, and then holding the other man's sweaty, smelly underwear.
Having loaded Brad's sweaty socks, underwear, shorts and t-shirts into the washing machine, I pivoted to work. It was a relief to focus on something else and feel productive again; although occasionally I was distracted by the empty feeling in my ass, bringing my attention back to Mistress Jennifer and creating a longing for my jewel to be back inside. I did break once to move things to the dryer, which wasn't nearly as bad, but otherwise I was a value-adding employee for the morning.
When lunch rolled around, I started by folding Brad's laundry. There still was a bit of an icky-ness with handling his boxer briefs, particularly when I caught myself thinking about how soft they were, but the clothes were clean, so no more man-smell. I made sure to do a good job, as I wanted Mistress Jennifer to be pleased.
Once laundry was done, I headed over to the near-by mall for Mistress' next task - panties. On my way, I plotted how I would do this with minimal embarrassment, so when I arrived at the Victoria's Secret, I marched in confidently. Approaching the first saleswoman I saw, a petite, college-aged girl, with light brown hair and glasses, I said "Hi, I'm here to prep for a bachelor party. I'm looking for a pair of pink panties in roughly my size for the groom."
"Oh, that sounds like so much fun," she said, "What style are you looking for?"
"I'm not really sure," I offered. "What would you suggest?"
She quickly grabbed a couple pairs and then picked each one up individually, "Well, we have silk and lace, and then regular panties, thongs, boyshorts. Why don't we think about the material first?"
"The silk feels really good," she said, grabbing my hand to feel the pair she was holding. It felt really nice. I shivered slightly thinking about it touching my newly shaved ass.
"But lace gives a really sexy look," she continued, pointing to a mannequin with a lace thong. "Don't you think that's hot?"
I nodded in agreement as she elaborated, "When I am with my friends or at work, I typically wear silk, as I love the feel of it rubbing against me, but if I'm going on a date, I usually go with a lace thong to leave little to the imagination."
"Hmm," I accidentally let out, a bit confused why she was sharing so much with me. I then quickly followed up with, "Yeah, that sounds good, let's get him a lace thong." Then, remembering my "jewel" and thinking about the shiver I got from the silk, I then added, "Well, I'm sure he'll need full coverage, too, so maybe we also go with the silk boyshorts?"
"Okay," she said perkily. "Now what type of pink?"
She then held up the boyshorts in a dark and a light pink. I studied them, imagining me in them. I then thought of my light pink jewel and realized that I had to match. Plus, the light pink felt a little more feminine, which seemed like the right direction. "Light pink."
"Great choice! I'll ring both up in light pink." Then, she added with a smile, "I'm sure you'll love the feel of the silk," as she turned and headed to the counter.
"It's for the groom," I pleaded, but she just kept smiling. "Sure, but I saw how you reacted to the touch of the silk and the thought you put into the color. The lace ones may be for him, but I bet the silk boyshorts are for you."
I blushed.
