note: I naughtily met Sir in 'Mindi on the Bus'. Sir OWNED me in 'Mindi Walks Home at Night'. While those are fun stories, you don't need to know more to enjoy as Sir trains me for his own mysterious needs...
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I wiped my mouth and tried to focus on the pan as I yet again tried to cook Sir's omelet properly. He sat behind me at the kitchen table in his robe, which was distractingly loose showing off his muscular naked frame and the lolling cock between his thick legs.
I smiled despite myself. I'd already had breakfast, waking up Sir like I had each morning for the last three weeks, gently sucking and stroking his big meat until he came into my tummy. I was really good at swallowing his whole load now, not wasting a drop!
I was proud of myself. I was only 19, but I'd gotten much better at pleasing Sir - thanks to his training.
I carefully folded the edges of the omelet over in the pan, was it too dark again? Oh poop! I hesitated for a moment, straightening my little white maid cap on the top of my done up blonde hair. At the table Sir rustled his newspaper. I was making him wait too long.
I tipped the omelet onto the waiting plate and sprinkled some green onion on top. Turning, I smiled brightly, my short maid apron rustling against my bare upper thighs. I took a deep breath and felt the strings of the apron dig into the overflowing cleavage of my boobies.
Sir had been training me hard every day and long into the night. I'd really tried hard to be good enough to be his baby-girl hostess and today was the day. Today was the big party and I was terrified I was going to fail and he would cast me out.
Wordlessly, I took the omelet to Sir and put it in front of him. Then I took a step back and waited with my hands behind my back and my chest thrown out. Ready for inspection! Maybe it was good enough?
Sir finished the article he was reading and then, throwing down the paper, used his fork to cut the egg.
"Over cooked." He pushed himself back from the table.
"Ooooh! Darn it!" I stamped my feet, clacking in the high heels I performed all my cooking and cleaning duties in. If only I could cook as well as I could walk!
He took me by the hand and dragged me across his lap. I tried not to whimper as he administered the ten slaps across my bottom. They rang out crisply in the stillness of the morning, quickly joined by my stifled sobbing. I wasn't good enough, again! I was such a dumbo.
I was only wearing an apron, which is handy because it saves Sir from having to pull up a skirt. I've had sooo many spankings in the last three weeks, but this one seems to hurt extra.
"Stupid eggs!" I say, wishing I had been allowed to stick to toast and sausages. That earned me another five smacks for talking back.
I sobbed openly as I walked back to the stove, my bottom throbbing, and retrieved two more eggs from the carton. I've NEVER NOT gotten a spanking for eggs. It's just NOT fair!
I'm just about to pour the eggs into the pan when he comes up behind me. He presses against me, pushing me close to the stove.
"No," he says, stopping me. His massive bulk is so intimidating. I can feel the length of his cock knocking against the small of my exposed back. He turns up the heat slightly and puts a bit more butter in the pan. After a moment it melts and begins to bubble. "Alright. NOW pour it in."
I do as I'm told.
"Swirl it, gently." He has his hands on my hips, making my whole body sway. I have to resist the urge to look up at Sir.
"Okay, see how it bubbles, but is still liquid on top?"
I nod quickly -- but it still looks raw!
"Off the heat." He takes my hand and guides me. "Now fold it up. Yes..."
And he has me put it on the plate, garnish it and takes it over to the table. He sits and cuts into it.
"Perfect." He takes a piece and slips into his mouth, smiling. "Down."
I curl by his feet and slowly stroke his leg and sneak my fingers under my skirt to my soft pussy lips as he eats his breakfast and reads his paper. Maybe next time I can cook the eggs on my own and be a good girl! I SO want to be good enough for Sir.
After Sir finishes his breakfast it is time for the gym. I run ahead to the bedroom to get out Sir's gym clothes and runners.
His favorite t-shirt, a perfect skin tight breathable number was pushed right to the back of the bottom drawer. I wiggled impatiently as I reached for it.
"Present!" he barks.
During my first week I startled, banging my head into the cabinet. Even my second week I might have hesitated and gotten myself spanked.
NOW I immediately slip my hands around my ankles, spreading my feet and pushing my bum up as high as it can go. Sir has me working hard on my yoga, so I'm getting much more flexible.
Sir doesn't hesitate. His hands grip my hips and, as my apron has no back, he pushes easily into my exposed pussy.
"Dumbo wet as ever..." he said to himself as he worked his big dick in and out of me.
I kept in position but limply, trying not to be anything but an accommodating hole for my Sir to use.
Golly, it was tough! Sir was soo BIG and GOOD in my little pussy. AND then there was that thing in my asshole! It was so intense how his big bulbous head rubbed up and down against it, just separated by the thin tissue of my insides!
The wet glorping sounds rang out in Sir's bedroom as he used me. I flushed at just how wet and slutty my little hole was. I had been a regular bratty teen girl before sir had bought me, but now hopefully I was ready to host the big party for him.
Then, as he increased his speed, maybe Sir decided I wasn't moaning enough, cause he played dirty!
He gently pushed apart my wobbling ass cheeks and tapped on the end of the butt plug buried deep in me!
"Ugggggh!" I squeaked and then bit my lip. Not fair, not fair!! I convulsed around him as he GUSHED into me. Oh I tried to stay limp and quiet, it was soooo HARD!
He pulled out with that sucking wet sound.
"Clean."
I swiveled and, panting from my quick little orgasm, dropped to my knees, quickly lapping up and down him, sucking gently on the tip to get out any excess. Then I quickly moped myself. Sir didn't like to be kept waiting and I knew he valued his gym time.
"Wait." He held up a finger as I turned, already untying my apron and kicking off my high heeled shoes -- it was knee high socks and sneakers at the gym. He made a circle. "Turn and bend."
I did as I was instructed. Golly, Sir wasn't usually ready to go again so quickly. Though despite being in his late forties, he was a sexual STALLION!
He spread my ass cheeks again and tapped my butt plug - making me give a high pitched moan.
"Push."
I squeezed my muscles and the butt plug -- a nice long red one, so much thicker than the first little one he had started me on my first full day, slithered out an inch or two.
He gripped it and pulled it out in a fluid motion, making me squeak. He tossed it into the bathroom, where it slid under the toilet for me to pick up and clean later in the day while I did my maid duties.
I kept myself in position, though peeked out of the corner of my eyes as he pulled open a top drawer and pulled out--
"Oooooh!" Ooopsie, I wasn't supposed to talk, but Sir didn't seem to mind.
"You're going to thank me for your training," he said. He held aloft a long, even THICKER ebony black butt plug. He took out a bottle of lube and laid trails up and down the sides of it. A generous see-thru blob on the tip.
"Present!"
I held my ankles again and didn't need any instruction by now, as Daddy pushed the tip into my little rosebud and spread me, pushing and pushing, filling up my trembling little ass until, like the red dildo, it was completely inside of me. I peeked a look in the mirror on the bedroom door. I could see the black circle of the base of the plug stark against the whiteness of my skin.
I trembled, feeling the increased GIRTH and LENGTH of it in me. Except for pushing larger and larger plugs into my ass, Sir had not showed any interest in fucking me that way. No one had ever used me down there -- I didn't count the loser teen boyfriend from years ago who had tried and failed to get it in.
At first, I stupidly (dumbo) had asked why he was stretching out my asshole. But Sir had simply spanked me firmly until I apologized for speaking out of turn. By now it felt VERY sexy to have something up my ass all the time. It's like it made me arch my back and stick out my breasts that much more. And simply walking would shift it around in me, making me drip.
"How's that?" he asked, patting my ass. "Can you hold it?"
I gave a little grunt, wiggling my bottom. It was thicker and longer. I would have to concentrate a LOT.
"Put something on." He smacked my ass and indicated I should get dressed. "Don't want you embarrassing me at the gym."
Grateful, I got out one of my thongs and pulled it up firmly, right up my ass crack so it lay across the black end of the plug. The thong also bisected my pussy lips, slightly parting them, so that was okay too!
"Quick!"
Sir already had his t-shirt and shorts on and was doing up his runners. I quickly snatched my clothes from the little hamper beside my sleeping pad.
The hamper and the sleeping pad on the floor by Sir's bed was all I had in the house. I was a dumbo pet for Sir. At least until I passed my big test at the party.
The gym was close by, so we walked briskly over, me struggling to keep up with Sir's long strides. A couple of young men stared hungrily at me as we crossed the basket-ball court. They were playing skins, except for one short wiry boy in a crop top.
I found myself staring at the big boys with their muscular bodies, drenched in sweat, clashing against each other as they battled for the ball. Sir was an amazing physical specimen and I was devoted to him, but I just couldn't stop myself from looking at--
"Keep up, dumbo!"
At the gym, Sir put me on the treadmill first, with my earbuds connected to his phone -- top speeds with fast beats from my bubble gum pop playlist. After half an hour it was onto the circuit with emphasis on the leg machines today, which was extra tough. Finally I was allowed to do my stretches beside the free-weights where Sir was completing his work out.
Besides Sir, who was finishing up with bicep curls there were five men, two white and three black, all in tiny little muscle shirts, with hulking, massive bodies. They explosively grunted and groaned, pumping the simply mind-bogglingly heavy weights.
