About the time i had finished washing and drying the dishes and
cleaning up the stove and cooking area i was again summoned by
Mistress. This time i was told that because i had done so well
during Domina Andrea’s demonstration of how successful Her
methods were, i was being awarded the honor of providing toilet
service for each of the guests. Although i might be just a
little prejudiced, afterward i thought none of the Other’s nectar
was a sweet or delicious as that of Mistress, but all were tasty
and They left me with ny thirst completely sated for remainder of
the afternoon. After carefully using my tongue to clean and dry
each of Them in turn, i was again dismissed to return to my
normal chores.
Oh, you ask what these were? Well, the rest of the afternoon was
spent vacuuming the house (except for the room They were in and
the one adjacent – i didn’t want to disturb them and had cleaned
them thoroughly the day before. After finishing the vacuuming
and emptying the vacuum cleaner, i made my afternoon walk to the
store to fetch fresh vegetables for supper.
Oh yes! your quite right, i did change to go to the store.
Mistress has no desire to see me picked up for “indecent
exposure,” though of course i still had to wear my collar. And
as usual, i drew a certain number of stares from some passers-by
to whom someone wearing a heavy, locked steel collar evidently
seemed an oddity.
After getting back to the house at 5:30 pm, i began cooking a
light supper. Handmaiden sharon had given me word from Domina
Andrea that She was not having any guests in for supper, and
having had a hearty luncheon (at which i had been the prime
entertainment), She wanted something light and simple for supper.
After serving supper at 7 pm and cleaning up about thirty minutes
later, i was allowed to eat my meal for the day. Domina Andrea’s
Friends had eaten lightly at lunch, leaving me with a veritable
feast for my meal that evening. But it was a feast that had to
be eaten quickly; so i rapidly got undressed – you know slave’s
eat nude, on all fours, from their bowls on the floor – and (like
a typical male) pigged out. Even stirred all together in my
doggy bowl, i could tell that i had outdone myself when i fixed
lunch. It was scrumptious!
Having licked my bowl clean in the allotted quarter hour, i set
out to clean the kitchen completely: washing all the dishes,
cleaning the stove and sinks, wiping down the counters, and
scrubbing the floor with a brush, followed by a good waxing.
(Speaking of waxing, i was very thankful that today wasn’t my
weekly hot wax day. Mistress Andrea doesn’t like body hair on
Her slaves – She finds it most unattractive – so once a week i
get the treatment. Let me just tell you that the only pleasure
it gives me is that it pleases Mistress. She seems to find it
most amusing to see me flinch and squirm, making me feel good
that i can provide Her with such a seemingly pleasing diversion.)
By this time it was about 9 pm and time for me to do a load of
laundry. After starting the heavier items in the washing
machine, i was able to do one of most enjoyable tasks: hand
washing Domina Andrea’s and Handmaiden sharon’s delicate
lingerie. The soft, smooth feel of it always leaves me with a
sense of awe that one such as i could be so honored and
privileged to be allowed to touch such finery. Doing this is one
of my greatest joys. Being able to savor the aroma of Her
panties and other underthings before washing them – the intimacy
of it all. It brings back fond memories of the time when i was
enrolled in the FS postal training courses and learning the
basics of proper servitude as prerequisites to being allowed to
serve in person. At that time the possibility of being allowed
to perform panty worship or pantyhose worship seemed to be the
most marvelous acts imaginable. Little could i know, must less
have any expectation of how much more might be in my future at
the time. In-person service was too great an honor for any mere
male such as myself, never mind live-in servitude. To have been
granted the ultimate joy of live-in slave status still seems
unreal and is surely more than one such as me ever deserves.
– Continued –
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