You arrive home. It's been a long day - you're tired, you're annoyed. Those bitches at work. Bitches. You've got 16 hours before you'll be back there. Best make it good. So many chores. You just want to relax.
You open the door. Shiny. Glistening clean. Soft scent of some cleaning product or another. There is relaxing music playing - it's coming from every room. Your music. The dishwasher is whirring. You hear an abrupt beeping sound and walk into the kitchen to investigate. 350 - The oven is preheated.
"Hey!" - you yell into the house. "Hey!" - you hear back from upstairs.
You hear the pounding of footsteps as they make their way down the staircase. There I am. Naked. Wearing nothing but a shining steel cage around my cock. You giggle a little - to yourself. It is kinda funny.
I approach you. "Let me take these" You realize you haven't put down your bags yet. I take them from you and put them away in the other room.
"There is a drink for you on the island" - I call out. Sure enough - there it is. A tall, cold, sweating glass of your favorite summer drink. "Lovely" - you think to yourself.
I return from the other room carrying your workout clothes and a towel. I know that you enjoy a good work out after a long day at work.
"Thank you" - you smile and call me closer. I wrap my arms around your tight beautiful body. We look each other in the eye, and you kiss me quickly. "I'm going to do my workout - dinner will be ready when I'm done, I assume?"
"Yes Mea" - I reply. I always call you "Mea" - short for "Mea Domina" or "My Lady" in Latin. You smile, and shuffle down the stairs to the gym.
Dinner is not difficult to prepare, but it's important that everything is timed correctly. I expect I have about 45 minutes before you're done with your workout. I get to work - back and forth between the fridge and the oven - and then outside to check on the grill. It's tough to avoid the windows, the steel cage pulling my cock and balls down and swinging back and forth between my legs. I hope the neighbors aren't looking.
As I take the last of the food from the oven and place it on the dinner table I'm jolted by a loud ringing sound. Oh right. We installed a doorbell system in the gym. Whenever you need me, you ring the bell and I stop what I'm doing immediately to come to your attention. I run down the stairs - balls aching from bouncing around under the weight of this heavy chastity device.
"Yes Mia" - I say to you. You look so hot. Your body is glistening and beads of sweat are running down into your cleavage. You are beautiful. Your skin is radiating.
"I'm sweating" - you reply, sweetly. I know what you want. You want me to towel you off. I grab the towel and use it to lightly pat the sweat off your body. I spin you around and gently kiss the your neck and down your back. Light, salty sensation. My cock strains against it's metal prison.
"Dinner is ready?" You expect. "Dinner is ready." I reply.
I lead you by the hand up the stairs from the gym and to the dining room. You smile at me as I pull out your chair and you get comfortable. Dinner is served.
After we eat I clean up the table and feed the dogs their dinner. You make your way into the living room and sit down on the couch. You've been cross stitching.
"Because Fuck You, That's Why"
It says on your circular canvas. You have great taste.
You start working on the border around your artwork while I finish cleaning up from dinner. When I'm done, I take my place on the floor by your feet and turn on the TV.
You kick off your shoes and nod at me. I know what this means. I take your feet in my hands and begin giving them a firm rub down as you stitch. "Thank you Mea" I say to you while I stare up at you lovingly. I've no interest in this show.
After some time, you nod at me to signify you've had enough and you place your canvas down on the couch next to you. You stand up and make your way to the bathroom. As you walk by, I catch the scent of your faded shampoo and the sweet sweat from your workout. Yum.
After a couple of minutes you call for me. "Slave, please come here."
I'm not sure what you could want, but I make my way to the bathroom. There you are, sitting on the toilet. You're playing mahjong on your phone. "We're out of toilet paper" you say to me "Clean this up.. " as you look down at your pussy.
I know there was toilet paper here because I replaced it shortly before you arrived home. Where has it gone? I walk over to you sitting on the toilet. My cock is at about your face height and you take the opportunity to pretend to lick it. Then you nod at me and I drop down to my knees at your feet.
You push out your pussy a little and look back at your phone. "Ok" I think to myself as work my head between your legs to lick up the last few drops of piss from your pussy. Your pussy tastes like a mix of musk, sweat, and piss - but it makes no difference to me as I am in love with all of those things that your body produces. You push my head away when you feel as though you've been sufficiently cleaned and you return to the living room.
"I need to take a shower, go wait for me in the bedroom" you demand matter of factly.
I know the routine. I climb up the stairs, walk into the bedroom and give it a quick pick-up. You hate it when I leave my clothes on the floor. After I clean up the bedroom the way you like it, I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed facing the door - and I wait.
You take your time. I don't think you generally take that long in the shower, but you've had a hard day. The hot water must be relaxing. My knees start to ache a little from waiting, but I know you like to see me exposed and submissive like this when you enter the bedroom.
