As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.
As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.
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Too Good to be True. Chapter 08.
Diane had left Ben to consider his position and returned to her bedroom. The time spent on him had given her time to think about how far to push him, knowing she could hurt him way more than he could possibly imagine!
Time for more fun later.......!
She felt really hot and sweaty from the exertion of the strokes she had given, and was looking forward to a shower, to cleanse away the sweat and dirt from the cellar.
She picked up her phone and dialled a number programmed in as "short-dial 01". A man's voice answered: "Yes Mistress, I will be there in 1 minute!"
Diane placed the phone back on its charger and took a few steps to her private bathroom.
She had not been counting but she could sense someone outside her bathroom door, and just 6 seconds later there was a gentle rap-rap-rap on the door. A naked man opened it and stepped into the bathroom.
Diane had taken hold of a bar on the wall and had lifted her right leg up behind her. He knew to take her boot off carefully and place it by the bedroom door. She switched legs and he took the second boot off. He placed them neatly side by side and turned back to her. She allowed him to take the waistband of her jodhpurs and carefully pull them down over her ass and drop them to her ankles. She lifted her right leg again, allowing him to free her ankle, then did the same with the other. Her panties followed suit and he placed both jodhpurs and panties in the washing basket (which would be cleared around lunchtime).
She turned to him and allowed him to take her left hand as she stepped into the shower cubicle. If she slipped and fell, his life would not be worth living, so he carefully held her until she was under the shower head. He joined her in the shower and lifted the showerhead pointing it away from Diane and letting the water spray, first cold, then warming up. He knew what temperature she liked, and when it was hot enough, he placed the head back on the shower spigot and let the water fall on her.
Number 4, as he was known, had been Diane's private slave for almost 10 years now, and had been given her bath and bedroom duties 6 years ago. He knew EXACTLY how she wanted everything and made sure nothing ever went wrong in pleasing his Mistress.
She shook her hair out and turned away from No 4 presenting her back and ass. He used her personal flannel and her preferred soap and washed her back, then her beautiful big ass, taking great care; not rubbing too hard.
She turned slowly, allowing him access to her side, moving her arm so he could wash there and her side-boob, and moved down to her hip. She continued round so her chest was facing him and he washed her stomach and neck. He avoided her breasts as she turned to her other side. He finished there and dropped to his haunches to wash her legs and feet - NEVER tickling between the toes!!
Having washed her legs and feet he moved to her pussy and covered his hand with the cloth so he could get into all the curves around her groin with his fingers. He washed her pussy, just inserting his covered fingers 2 inches into her vagina and carefully swirling them, to clean every little bit of her precious place. He avoided her clit, just for now!
Still not a word had passed between them, but No 4 was breathing harder now, as Diane turned her back to him again.
He knew the routine; it had never changed!
She lifted her arms and placed them on her head - a very submissive pose for such a dominant woman - but it worked best for her now. He soaped up his hands and reached around her, under her arms and felt her heavy breasts, wet with water, now awaiting a wash with the soap.
No 4 thought he would love this part of the job but had quickly realised she was just playing with him!
Before the first time he had taken this job, she had told him what the job required and obtained his agreement, then had sent him to a very skilful metal worker she knew who had fitted a chastity belt onto No 4 and had seated the key into the lock and then snapped it off at the lock end, and sealed it all using some solder and a little blowtorch. He had protected No 4 with a special cloth, but it was still very hot afterwards. A spray of very cold water for a few minutes had reduced the temperature and the lock was totally sealed up - forever!
He had not realised that washing her would involve actions that in any 'free' man would bring forth an erection; soaping and washing her breasts for exactly 2 minutes, then reaching down and bringing Diane to orgasm with his skilful fingers on her clit. He grew as big as he could in his little cage, always filling it and feeling the tight space controlling his erection. On certain occasions he was allowed to use his tongue on her clit, but those were very special events for him.
She washed her hair herself having found she preferred the level of stimulation only she could get on her skull. He washed the shampoo out with the showerhead, and stepped out of the shower to make sure her bathroom slippers were there for her, ready warmed on the radiator along with a warm towel for her body. He dried her carefully always in the same order and used cream, lotion or powder wherever any might be needed.
No 4 took her boots back into the bedroom and placed them on a boot rack, ready to be shined later. They were already clean and shiny, but she had worn them, so they needed cleaning again!
'What is the point in having slaves if you don't use them' was her motto.
She sat on the bed, and considered what clothing she wanted for later, and told No 4 what items to fetch. Diane checked her phone for new messages and just found one from Louise saying they had dealt with Simon and were going to breakfast.
Diane looked up as No 4 returned with the exact clothes she had requested. He was a good, and very careful, diligent slave, and sometimes she wondered if sealing his chastity cage so it could never be removed (without serious harm to him) had been a touch excessive, BUT she had told him first and he had said yes.
The fact that the role required the chastity had been, in no way, obtained by deception, however the fact she had been masturbating and sucking his penis for almost 30 minutes before the agreement, might have had some bearing on his acceptance. He had never complained about it - to her anyway. That was the most important thing.
She needed to dress for the day and that would involve normal clothes, until this evening!
Bron was in a quandary with James. She loved using her body to distract and harm men, any age, but James had been no challenge at all. He really knew nothing!
Her Mom had 'given' him to her to mould into the kind of slave they needed, having lost 2 the previous month - one passed, the other was sold.
