Cleaning our apartment had never been this much fun! Every time I wiped down a window or cleared up a mess on the floor, a nice tingly sensation filled my body. It made me all happy, and that made me want to continue. Was there a weird reason I'd been upset about it before? It was hard to remember. The important thing was that I felt good while cleaning, so I continued to clean.
Evidently I was doing a great job because Kay started filming me while I worked. She had her phone out, and she was following me around, recording my actions and the sounds I made. She insisted it was so I could watch later and see how good of a job I was doing. Which made sense to me. Remembering things was hard, so more information was probably better. It would help me out next time.
And help was certainly needed! Changing the bedsheets was frustrating because no matter how many times I turned it, it still looked like they were on wrong. Kay had to keep reminding me that you needed both soap and water on the sponge before scrubbing the floor, and finding where things went gave me a headache. There was also the fact that I kept stopping to rub my pussy. Cleaning the house made me so horny, and the plug in my ass didn't help either. It was doing... something to my brain. I couldn't remember what, but Kay said it made me feel good, so I didn't take it out. I did take off the rest of my clothes though. They kept getting messy, so I took them off and started working nude
It was when I was dusting our memorabilia that I had a breakthrough. Cleaning up felt good, but rubbing my pussy also felt good. I kept alternating between the two, but it was taking a long time to get anything done. I also had to decide which felt nicer, and deciding things was hard. Thankfully, Kay had a wonderful suggestion.
"Why don't you just do both at the same time? Masturbate yourself while you clean?"
I gasped in surprise. "Oh my gosh you're so right! I can just do both at once. Kay, you're such a smartie, aren't you." I went back to dusting, but now I was idly fingering myself while doing so. The feeling was incredible. Not only was I getting the joyous sensation that housework brought, but I was sloppily masturbating while doing so. It was a double whammy of fun, and I just couldn't get enough of it. I was glad for Kay recording the whole thing so I could remember to do the same thing next time.
We spent a while like that. Keeping track of time was too difficult, but it was probably a few hours. I wandered around the house, wearing only my shiny buttplug, doing chores with one hand while the other was plunged into my cunt. I never bothered going too fast. Multitasking was challenging enough, and although I was probably slower than usual, it still felt good. That was all that mattered. Working up the focus to orgasm would have taken too much effort, so I had no problem continuing at my own pace.
Kay spent most of the time following me around and recording me. Sometimes she laughed, sometimes she gave me tips, and sometimes she started rubbing herself through her clothes. Occasionally she set the phone down and went back to check on the computer. But mostly she was just watching me.
Eventually I ran out of chores to do. The floors were completely swept, and the mysterious damp spots that kept appearing had been cleared. I'd been in every room, bent over every piece of furniture, and gone through everything my mind could think of. Which wasn't much to be honest. I turned to Kay, still playing with myself. "What do I do now? Should I start over and begin again?"
Kay walked over to me, wrapping me in a tight embrace. "It's been fun, but I think that's enough for now." She reached behind me, and in one swift motion, she pulled the buttplug out of my ass.
A wave of dizziness washed over me. It was like everything was falling back into place, and my mind was reconnecting all of its circuits. I was back to thinking clearly. It was disorienting at first, but after a moment, my mind was back to normal. Only I had the hazy memories of everything we'd done.
Everything hit me like an icy gust. The way I'd been running around like an idiot, doing all the work for her, and playing with myself the whole time. It was unbelievably pathetic and humiliating to be treated in such a way. Kay looked at me to make eye contact. "You should be back now. Everything okay? Please tell me I didn't go too far."
I wrapped her in a gigantic bear hug, crushing her against my tight embrace. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done in my fucking life," I said, kissing the top of her head. "I hate you so much."
Kay laughed, relishing the moment. "I love you too babe." She pulled away from my embrace. "Now, as fun as that was, you've been teasing me all day long. We need some good ol' fashioned movies and chill on the couch. Sound good?"
"All day? You haven't really been..." My voice trailed off as I looked outside. Sure enough, the sky was dark. "Holy shit, you kept me like that for hours."
I felt a gentle pat on the shoulder. "And you enjoyed every moment of it. You're going to need to restock on internal fluids soon, because I swear you were leaking like a faucet for most of the day.
I couldn't deny that I was feeling insatiable as well. Fooling around on the couch was a bit basic considering what I'd just done, but there was nothing wrong with typical date night stuff. "Okay, you've convinced me. But I doubt I'll be paying much attention to whatever you put on the screen. I'm in need of a good hard orgasm, and I need it soon." Kay only smirked.
"Don't worry, I've got the perfect show. And trust me when I say that I'm as worked up as you are."
