Friday Evening
When I got home there was a package waiting outside the door for Miss. Like anyone I couldn’t resist having a feel of it. It felt like a collar – which is odd because I already have one that I now have to put on as soon as I get home. This sounds really stupid now but I pictured Miss wearing it, attaching a chain between our collars whilst we fucked like crazy. It was not. When Miss got home she ripped open the package and it was a steel collar, lined with leather, with a small silver padlock. Hasten to say I was ordered to remove my leather collar and Miss fitted it round my neck immediately.
Miss announced she also had another “present” for me, a nail brush … to clean the kitchen floor with. As Miss was now going to the concert with Catherine she wanted me to “keep busy and keep out of trouble”. I’m not quite sure what “trouble” I could get in wearing my cock cage and locked in a steel collar!!!
At about 11.30pm the phone rang.
“We’ve had an excellent time, and I’m going to stay at Cath and Tony’s (her boyfriends) tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Angelina announced “Hope that kitchen floor is gleaming!”
I assured her it certainly was – my knees and arms wearing aching and I was absolutely nackered. Try cleaning the floor with a nail brush if you don’t believe me.
Saturday
When Miss got home in the morning she told me to clear everything out of the Kitchen cupboards, and clean them all all of their contents. Great, she didn’t even comment on how lean the floor was.
I asked her how the night had gone.
“It was brilliant. We went to the bar near the venue first and were having a quiet drink when these two guys came over,” she told me with a giggle.
I threw her a worried glance, but she assured me they were both “total wankers”. Angelina and Cath had let them buy a few drinks for them, before excusing themselves for the “little girls room”. They walked straight passed the loos and left the pub. Still the thought of a guy chatting Angelina up made me angry.
I spent most of the rest of the afternoon cleaning the bathroom and all Miss’ shoes and boots (why does she need so many?!?)
I did get some let up in the evening (perhaps because there wasn’t much else to clean) and sat on the floor next to the sofa and we settled down to watch the TV.
This may seem a bit mad, encouraging Miss to keep my in chastity, but I commented the plastic pin that holds the CB-3000 could easily be removed with a small hacksaw, but they did do a steel pin for them now. Angelina was delighted, not only that she could keep me more securely, but that I had volunteered the information. I got a pat on the head and she caressed my hair whist we watched the telly, telling me I was “good little boy.”
Of course I was hoping for a little more, but she did snuggle up to me in bed…until I tried to kiss her and she pushed me away with a slap. She didn’t actually say anything but she turned over and turned off the table light. I don’t think anything actually had to be said. Again I was running before I could walk.
Sunday
After making Miss breakfast in bed she told me to get started on a Sunday Roast. I love having a roast, it’s just all the preparation and cooking. As soon as everything was in the oven or on the stove she told me I could get dressed, but only to go out to clean and valet her car! I still had the collar locked around my neck but as Angelina proved rightly no-one walking past seemed to notice or comment. When I was finished Miss ordered me to get in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if it was for fun or for punishment. I had tried to kiss her the night before but in my defence I’ve been in the cock cage for two weeks AND cleaned pretty much the entire flat, her shoes and her car.
Miss got the handcuffs and chain from the draw and fitted them to the ring in the collar, again locking my wrists behind my back.
“You’re still ill,” she told me. “Cath and Tony are coming round for lunch, so I hope the roast I’ve gone to all the trouble to make is as delicious as it smells.”
“And after your naughty behaviour last night I might let them come in and see you all locked up.
To say I was terrified would not even cover it. Thankfully she was only teasing, and “our” guests left at about 6pm with my modesty intact.
The CB-3000 was removed and I was cleaned before being re-fitted and sent back to bed. Miss did remove the handcuffs before picking up her vibrator and left the room without another word. I could only lie there, totally worn out and imagine what she was doing in the lounge. I fell asleep before she got to bed.
Originally posted 2008-03-24 05:00:19. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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awesome story – please keep posting.
Thanks,
BP.