Story by Bill page 3

     The wonderful scent of Mistress’s soap was emanating from the bathroom when she made a hushed call to her servant “come on in my darling”. Bill walked into Manda’s room, jazz playing, candles lit, and Manda in all her beauty laying on the bed. She smelled and looked amazing. She made eye contact will Bill for a moment and said “I’ll have oral tonight.” She motioned toward the blanket rested between her legs. Bill, in a complete trance walked over to her, mouth salivating and cock throbbing. He dropped to his knees, not a slow controlled descent, a flat drop straight to his knees. Manda slowly moved the blanket to reveal her perfect
vagina. With its perfect folds, succulent clitoris, delicious scent and indescribable flavor, it was addictive, more addictive than anything Bill had ever experienced. He started in strong, licking from bottom to top and top to bottom, applying extra pressure at each pass of the clitoris. He was giving it everything he had, used every trick he knew, and in 15 minutes time only one small moan escaped her mouth. She stopped him shortly after 15 minutes of trying to make her cum,
“Ahh that was really nice, thank you!.” She pulled the covers back onto herself and rolled over, smiling like a fool, a fool that had just found a gold mine. “Wait for it…” she thought. After a minute she heard it. She heard Bill clear his nose, she heard him wiping his face. “You may go now slave.”

Mistress… permission to speak? Please?”

“Always, darling. You may always express yourself.” At this point nothing could confuse him any further.

“Why wont you let me serve you?”

“Hmmmm thought you needed a break, maybe a really long break.”

“What did I do??”

“It’s what you didn’t do Bill. It’s what you failed to do as you had been trained to do.”

“Is that it then?” Tears were streaming down his face.

“Why do you want to serve me?”

“I just feel so bad now….”

~Hmmm, kind of a lame answer, but we’ll let it go~

“Tonight you sleep on the basement floor wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

Tomorrow you will wake up at 4 am. You will clean the cars and the garage wearing only shorts. The cars will be cleaned inside and out, except for vacuuming, wait until we’re awake before you do that. The garage is to be swept and mopped. The corners will be wiped down. Perfection. Nothing less. After cleaning the garage and its contents you will take a cold shower. You will not dry yourself off. You will put the jeans and long shirt back on and then drive to the grocery store and pick up fresh food for breakfast. You know what we like, make it, and do a damn good job of it. After that we’ll find more for you to do. Go get some ice, soften up that disgusting pole between your legs, and put it

in the cage then give me my anklet back. No speaking, no eye contact. Leave me.”

~ I really hope he doesn’t fuck this up.. He’s one of a kind ~

     After returning her bracelet, Bill walked back to the spare room, put on jeans and a long sleeve shirt, and removed his socks. The basement floor was cold, very cold, much colder than someone standing on it with shoes might think. It was already 10:30 and he knew he wouldn’tbe falling asleep anytime soon. Bill thought about Mistress enjoying the comfort of her bed while he slept on a cold paved floor. His cock throbbed at the thought. Eventually he drifted off, and
just as soon as he fell asleep his watch alarm started ringing. He woke with a start, shivering immediately. He quickly went to the spare room, there was much to be done. He removed the pants and shirt and put on some short shorts Mistress bought some time ago when she wanted him to play basketball with the kids. He looked hilarious in them, everyone including Rob had a good laugh about it. He filled a bucket with cold water, as he knew warm water would be prohibited had he the opportunity to ask Mistress. He grabbed a rag and headed into the garage
to clean the cars. He cleaned those vehicles with absolute diligence and discipline. His feet were numb, and his hands were shaking, he checked the thermostat every ~10 minutes. Of course it was still 55 F, Mistress would not allow him to get sick. He layed on the floor despite his every instinct telling him that was enough cold for one morning. He wiped the frames of the car, the inside of the wheels, everything. After finishing the cars he treated the remainder of the
garage with the same care and precision. Once those were cleaned… it was time for the dreaded cold shower.

     One of his most hated punishments, the cold shower was the icing on the cake. He turned on the cold water, dropped his short shorts and then his underwear. His balls retracted toward his body in preparation for the hell that awaited. Bill quickly stepped into the shower. He gasped as the wave of ice smacked his stomach and chest then made its way down his legs to his still­numb toes. While hurriedly applying soap to his body, Bill stopped for a moment. ~Mistress is sound asleep, warm, and I am here doing this~ His cock hardened, his heart started pounding violently. ~and that is the way it should be~. This cold shower was the most relaxing, comforting, relieving shower of Bill’s life. Things were back to normal.

     After the shower, Bill put on his short shorts and carefully jogged to the spare room,shaking like a thin twig in the wind. He pulled the jeans and shirt onto his wet body. Water dripped from his hair and formed a cold ring on the shirt collar around his neck. Just as he started for the door, he remembered he needed to use shoes in a grocery store. He himself only had a pair of cheap sneakers and some boots for gardening. He once asked Mistress if he could buy sandals and she replied “Would you like to weed the garden wearing sandals?”, he put his head down and said “Good point, my Everything.” At this time, he acknowledged that either of those would be too warm and would displease Miss Manda. Bill eyed Rob’s sandals. He knew he couldn’t go there…. then he’d really be done for. He looked to the right, his cold, shaking body sank with disappointment. Miss Manda likes to keep most of her shoes in her closet so that she can choose them to match her outfit, but last night she had left her high heels in the entryway. That was it… his only option. Normally he would have returned them to her
closet, but he was too busy playing video games instead of helping Miss Manda…. He slipped the heels on. They were too small, and he’d undoubtedly stretch them, but it was his only option.