ralph continued to clean the bathroom as Joanna calmed herself down in the bedroom. She closed the door and threw herself to the bed, holding her womanhood tightly through the trousers and took a deep breath. She never thought she would get so turned on by what just happened, but the mental imagery of her husband dress in pink frills drinking her pee in complete submission made her very wet. She laid on the bed until she felt herself calming down, listening to the sounds of cleaning in the bathroom.
The pink maid tidied best he could without disturbing his Mistress. Having finished upstairs ralph busied himself in the kitchen, started by a terrible job of a scrambled egg for lunch for both of them. Cooking wasn't his strong point and now it seemed his duties included the cooking. He heard the shower running as he prepared the plates and thought back to yesterday morning when he wanked off to the thought of a French maid. Now, 36 hours later, he was the maid and Joanna was having the shower.
Joanna came down 15 minutes later, her long wet hair in a ponytail, leaving a wet patch on her back. She wore a white blouse, something he had never seen her wear before, lacy detail and semi transparent showing a lacy white bra below. ralph looked up into her eyes as she entered the room and the sun glistened off her face. My god, her green eyes were beautiful. Full of a story and he remembered back to 7 years ago when he met her in the garden of a friends house. The sun terrace was packed and everyone was there with sunglasses on. As he went in to get a top up on his beer, Joanna followed and took off her oversized glasses and her green eyes had drilled right through him.
What had happened in those 7 years probably wouldn't make a very good story. However there had been good times, recently outweighed by bad times. He promised to make more effort when he was tied in the living room last night and this was his effort.
"Knees ralph." Joanna said passing him without paying attention to anything in particular. ralph had forgotten, and was busy cooking, he wasn't sure of the rules but quickly knelt before her. She left the room and he looked around puzzled. Did he get up? He guessed so, rose and carried on cooking. Joanna was just outside the door with a smile on her face. She composed herself looking in the mirror, and re-entered the room. ralph turned to see Joanna again, dropping to his knees mid whisking the eggs. "Good boy. You are learning." She grabbed a glass of water and left immediately again.
ralph spent the next 20 minutes rising and falling as he cooked. He was sure Joanna was doing it on purpose, and she was, but he couldn't say anything and bit his tongue and got on with it. He finally finished the eggs and toast, and called his Mistress in to eat. Joanna entered and ralph again dropped to his knees having put the plates on the table. Joanna took a seat and stared at the burnt eggs. There was no way she was going to eat those, but it gave her an opportunity to further push home who was in control. ralph went to rise and sit, but Joanna has other ideas. "No ralph you don't choose when you rise, I tell you. And with this pity excuse of food, you can stay kneeling." Joanna took the plate and held it out to ralph, showing him his mistakes. "I am not after à la Carte food here, but you will improve." She took her knife and pushed the food off the plate on to the floor in front of ralph. "your dinner has been served. I'm ordering takeaway and you can finish that slop off the floor." As she stood she purposely put her heel into the egg. "You can start by cleaning my shoe, maid" with a smirk on her face.
She took a seat on the table in front of ralph and swung her heel up to his face. Egg was dropping off but enough was still squashed in the grip on the sole. ralph began licking until the shoe was clean. His cock was growing in its cage and a string of precum dribbled to the floor and on to the remainder of the egg. Joanna saw this and knew he was aroused, things were going swimmingly.
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ralph knelt in front of Joanna, her beautiful feet pushed in his face with the heel digging into his cheek whilst he licked the sole. He was turned on. He loved her feet and heels. He would worship a pair every day if he could. He had never admitted to Joanna but before he was with her, he used to buy used heels from eBay and charity shops and lick them inside and out until they sparkled. He wasn't into femdom but loved heels and now he was doing what he used to love and being allowed to at that. He felt his cock grow in the cage and after a spasm he felt a big blob of precum leave his penis and pool with the rest in his cage and slowly dribble out towards the floor.