As this is my first attempt at this, I think I should say that I am doing this under supervision.
I am not allowed to put in the real name of my partner on any communication, so in all online stuff his name is Clive: He provides for me and I live in a very nice home that I keep clean my duties are everything, I am his to command and do so willingly how I come to be in this situation is a long story that I am writing at the moment I am new to the computer world so please be patient with me.
My day starts as usual as it has done for the last four years I got up at six am showered then put on a clean pair of white knickers; I brushed my hair before going to the kitchen to make my Master his breakfast simple breakfast this morning so fresh ground coffee two pieces of toast cut across the diagonal with butter covering the entire slice, he doesn’t like it if he finds the slightest dry patch on his toast, along with bowl of muesli and a glass of orange juice.
My hair has to come over my shoulders towards my breasts my nipples I pinch just before I wake him so they are erect and inviting for him.
I stand by the bed with my head bowed towards him all the time he eats then once his tray is removed I am allowed to join him in his bed
This morning I was not allowed into his bed, he told me to run his shower and lay out his Fendi suit, Classic White Oxford Shirt, Ted Baker shoes. I did all this then I was told to leave the room. So this is not a normal day we would normally have some sort of sex before he gets ready to go to work. But as my master wised I collected to tray from the floor where I had placed it bending from the waist with straight legs as he had instructed me from the first days I had been with him.
Clive left for work at 8 am he did not say what time would be back I am off to go running with my friend Grace in a while better get ready.
I have been running with my friend Grace we did about five miles, we returned to my home to find my master had returned home and I was not there he was furious, Grace left. It is pouring with rain and I am soaked through Clive told me that I am to stay in these clothes till he returns. I do not know what time that will be, I dare not leave the kitchen as I will make a mess the kitchen is easy to clean.I stayed in the kitchen in my running outfit though the house is warm the water in my clothes made it feel very cold made a coffee and dripped a trail of water across the floor, cleaned it up and stood by the sink with my hands wrapped around the hot mug shivering with cold.
It was three o’clock when Clive came home, I was cold and wet through, and I could see he was pleased that I had done as he instructed but he didn’t come nearer me.
“Why where you not here this morning?” He asked quite sternly.
“You knew I was going running this morning, you never told me I was not to do this, and how was I to know you were coming home.” I said, realising as I opened my mouth that the cold I was feeling had dulled my senses and that stupidity had taken its place.
This made Clive angry, but I knew it was not real anger more amusement, however I knew I was in for some form of punishment for my remark, and so it was.
Clive told me to strip and I did the clothes being still wet clung to my skin but I got them off my knickers were wet and went to remove them but he told me to stop. He told me to bend over the kitchen counter which I did making me go up on my tip toes. I felt him behind me his hand push against the wet cloth of my knickers the wet white material must have become transparent in the position I was in, then without warning I heard a whooshing sound then a splat as a wooden spoon hit the cheeks of my bottom three more slaps of the spoon I received before he pulled down my knickers and he took me from behind.
Once he was done he told me that he was going to be away till Saturday and that I was to pack a bag he told me what he wanted in the bag clothes wise but he told me to shower first and present myself as if nothing had happened and this I did.
Presenting myself, meant just that. As he had not given me any instructions as to what to wear I knew this meant white clean knickers and nothing else he was happy when I came out of the bathroom in the master bedroom, he had striped and wearing a bathrobe he watched as I busied myself packing his bag I held it in both hands and presented myself to him holding the bag strait out in front of me, he knew it would be a strain for me to hold it there but I knew to lower it before he told me to would mean another punishment so I struggled to hold it as long as I could.
Just as I was about to drop it he told me to put it down so with strait legs I placed the bag on the floor in front of him he opened his bath robe and his cock was erect I knew what I was to do and I lowered myself to the floor in one movement and on my knees took his cock into my mouth, I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft for ten minutes or so I felt him shack and I plunged my head down hard taking his length down my throat holding it there massaging his length with my throat mussels as he liked he orgasmed and his cream shot into me, almost immediately his cock began to soften and he withdrew then went into the shower and I followed washing his body.
After this I dried his body and dressed him and he left the rest of the day was my own I just put on some jog pants and a tee shirt cleaned up the mess in the kitchen putting his suit out for the drycleaners and his shoes away before I settled down to an evening of chocolate and a bottle of wine.
And that was my day.
