Part 3
After finishing her breakfast, Jenny placed the plate on the floor for Bob to lick up the crumbs. He not only licked the plate clean, but also licked the fingers of his mistress. “It’s time to go back to the kitchen and clean up all the dirty dishes,” she told him. “The kitchen better be spotless when you are done.” He gathered the tray and dishes and hurried back to the kitchen. When he was finished, he went back to the bedroom, and entered on all fours, as he figured she wanted him to do. Jenny had a pad of paper in her lap and was just finishing writing something on it. “If you are finished with the kitchen, here is a list of chores that you will be expected to complete today. If you complete everything on this list and pass my inspection, you may be promoted from ‘dog’ to ‘slave’ and will be permitted to sleep in my bed tonight. You may get up now and start your chores.” Bob got up and accepted the list from Jenny. He scanned it and saw that it was a list of household chores. “I have another list for you,” she said, handing him a second piece of paper. This was a longer list of household chores. “These chores are now yours to complete on a weekly basis,” she told him. “From now on, you will have to earn the right to orgasm. Each chore you complete will be scored on a point system. I will determine the number of points awarded for each chore. If you do a substandard job on any chore, you will be awarded a lower number of points.” “How many points do I need to earn for an orgasm?” he asked. “You will need 5,000 points by the end of this week. If you don’t earn enough points by next Sunday, the slate is wiped clean and you will have to work for another week to earn enough points. Oh, and by the way, the price goes up by 500 points for each week you fail to earn enough. So if by the end of the second week, you haven’t earned 5,000 points, you will need 5,500 points, the third week, 6,000 points, and so on. You may earn bonus points by doing unexpected things like bringing me romantic gifts, doing extra chores without being asked, or being attentive to my needs. I, of course, will determine your scoring. You’d better get started. Oh, yeah, I haven’t fed you yet. Go back to the kitchen and get yourself some breakfast,” she told him. Bob’s eyes brightened up at the prospect of some ‘human food’. “The dog food is in the pantry and you know where your food bowl is,” she said. Dejectedly, he placed the lists in his mouth and walked out to the kitchen on all fours. He went to the pantry and pulled out a can of dog food. I can’t believe I’m going to feed myself dog food, he thought. He did not want to suffer the wrath of Jenny again, however. He used the electric can opener on it and emptied the food into the dog bowl. He got down on all fours and lowered his mouth to the food. As he started to eat, he felt Jenny’s hand stroking the top of his head. “Good boy,” she said. “I was wondering if you would obey me. I can see that you are well on your way to becoming a good slave.”
he snapped a leash on his collar and led him into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, he saw a chain which was locked around the leg of the heavy four poster bed. It looked to be about three feet long. Jenny unsnapped the leash and padlocked the chain to his collar. She pulled out another padlock and locked his wrist cuffs behind his back. “I’m going to enjoy a leisurely bath now, and you can get some rest,” she told him as she pushed him over onto his side with her foot. She undressed, standing next to him as he lay on the floor. He looked up at her, his eyes trailing up her long legs, stopping briefly at her pussy, before venturing up even further to gaze at the undersides of her ample breasts. She stood over him, hands on her hips, looking very much like a goddess or conquering warrior looking down at her defeated enemy. “Looks like Mr. Weenie wants to play,” she said with a smirk on her face. It was then that he realized that his dick was very erect and throbbing. It was painful though, still constrained within the confines of the steel ring and the leather harness. She knelt on the floor, dropped a little spit into her hand, and started rubbing his penis up and down. Bob started to moan through the gag as his sexual tension began a rapid ascent. She alternated a few quick strokes with a few slow strokes, until he was at the edge of madness. He pleaded with her to stop through the gag, but the words were unintelligible. Jenny bent over and took him into her mouth. Bob was whining heavily into the gag now. If she didn’t stop soon, he didn’t even want to think what might happen if he were to cum. Without warning, she stopped abruptly, got up, and walked into the bathroom. Bob’s penis continued to throb as he humped the air out of sheer desperation.
He awoke to the familiar smell of the leather hood locked onto his head. The hood had no eyeholes, making it impossible to tell whether it was midnight or noon. The stainless steel collar was still locked around his neck, connected with a short chain to a nearby bedpost. The stirring of his “current” mistress and the urgent need to pee told him that it was probably morning. He stretched a little to relieve the stiffness from lying on the floor all night. The leather wrist cuffs, locked together in front, limited his movement. She had mercifully left the mouth gag off, as she had required his oral servitude several times throughout the night.
As he lay on the floor, he reflected on the events leading up to his current situation. Six months ago, he had a real addiction to Internet porn, especially BDSM, Femdom and male chastity sites. Late at night, when Jenny was asleep, he would sneak upstairs to the computer and log on to any number of these sites and stay on for several hours, amassing a huge collection of pictures on his hard drive. Stroking his penis, he would set his picture viewing software on “slideshow” and pump away while the pictures flashed by. He would bring himself close to the edge, then back off several times, until the inevitable happened and he erupted in a huge orgasm. Afterwards, treading softly down the stairs, he would slide back into bed while Jenny slept soundly. This soon developed into a three-to-four times a week habit.
Posted by mswhitetigress on Sunday, March 23 @ 22:25:21 CDT (73 reads)
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A sub’s fantasy
I kneel in silence on the cold hardwood floor, alone in my prison of darkness. The intermingled aroma of leather and burning candles permeates and intoxicates my senses. I wear only that which serves to bind and restrict movement. The straps which join each ankle to each thigh, the leather blindfold, and the leather collar with the strap in the back connecting my wrists to my neck. The cold steel chain which hangs from the clover clamps on my nipples brushes against my abdomen with any slight body movement. My cock is rock hard, kept in constant arousal by the steel cock ring, which is held in place by a padlocked leather harness around my scrotum. You have left me here to reflect upon my disobedience.
