Story by Bill page 4

    He rushed into the grocery store, limping like a fool in his high heels. His hair still wet. Everyone looking at him like he was nuts. The embarrassment was intense. As he was working through a list of things he’d committed to memory on the way to the store he stopped in front of a mirror. He just stared at himself for a moment… and then started laughing hysterically. It felt great. Look at this poor sap in the mirror, wet, cold, wearing high heels, and all for a beautiful, incredible, one of a kind woman who was comfortably sleeping in her bed. Was it worth it? Is that a rhetorical question? He laughed and continued his shopping with a smile. She had given him his joy back, his purpose.

     An hour and a half later his hair was dry, his body was warm, and the kitchen smelled amazing. He knew he didn’t need to wake Mistress today. The delightful array of food would surely wake her. Bacon, toast, french toast, pancakes, eggs over easy, eggs over hard, scrambled eggs, round sausage, sausage links, yogurt, orange juice, coffee. He had done it, he made a truly amazing breakfast. He saw Miss Manda approaching and prepared her cup of coffee. He knew her morning routine on weekends was to enjoy a quick cup of coffee before calling in the kids. Oh no! The food would be cold! Oh he forgot the timing! Miss Manda sat
down at the table and the servant’s hand carefully placed a cup of steaming coffee in front of her. She looked at her worm, his eyes facing the floor. “Normally I have a cup of coffee before I call the kids in.” That’s all she said. His heart sank, has he lost her? Has he failed Mistress? “KIDS, BREAKFAST!” She eyed the pest again, “Don’t just stand there like a fool, prepare their
plates, fill their cups, you know where they sit and what they like to eat.” Bill did as instructed and as he was finishing up the kids made their way in. Per protocol, he stood at the corner of the table, 4 feet away, and anticipated anyone’s needs. The children were not to tell Bill what to do, but they were aware he would fill their glasses and ask if they needed any more of one thing or another. He was a good at “helping mom”. As each child finished up and started to leave Bill
picked up their plates and put them in the sink. He was not to begin washing until everyone had finished their meals and left the table, as it would be a distraction from their meal and conversation. After everyone left, Mistress’s water was filled once more and she glared at her slave. “Which shoes did you wear?” Without missing a beat he replied “The high heels.” She was relieved, but she didn’t show it. “You’ll shovel some driveways to replace those. After you finish cleaning the kitchen you may vacuum the cars. Report to me when you’ve finished.” The slave was astonished. The heels were left there intentionally….. this was all planned. What an incredible, genius Mistress! What a lucky submissive he was!


     After the cars, he cleaned the entire bathroom with a single small sponge. He needed to pick things off of it and squeeze dirty water out of it in order to clean the whole bathroom. It was very clear she wanted him to get his hands dirty. Next, he ran two miles on the treadmill while she sat in a chair with a cup of fresh lemonade he prepared, after thoroughly washing his hands with cold water and dish soap. She sat behind him so she could smile out of his vision. What a
pathetic little worm, what a perfect servant. After two miles were ran she said it was time for him to eat. He followed her to the kitchen. He was allotted one cup of water and a green pepper, to be eaten in 3 minutes while standing. He was starving, but knew better than to ever question his rations. Mistress knew what she was doing and would not allow him to be sick because of her.

     After the cars, he cleaned the entire bathroom with a single small sponge. He needed to pick things off of it and squeeze dirty water out of it in order to clean the whole bathroom. It was very clear she wanted him to get his hands dirty. Next, he ran two miles on the treadmill while she sat in a chair with a cup of fresh lemonade he prepared, after thoroughly washing his hands with cold water and dish soap. She sat behind him so she could smile out of his vision. What a

pathetic little worm, what a perfect servant. After two miles were ran she said it was time for him to eat. He followed her to the kitchen. He was allotted one cup of water and a green pepper, to be eaten in 3 minutes while standing. He was starving, but knew better than to ever question his rations. Mistress knew what she was doing and would not allow him to be sick because of her.

     Another “relaxing” cold shower. He stepped out shivering, gasping for warm air. After drying itself off the nuisance carefully approached Mistress’s room. One knock, always knock the door once and wait for a response. She had taught the peasant to knock loud because it was once and only once that he was allowed to knock. She had a half hour remaining on her Doctor Who episode and did not want to be interrupted. The slave stood outside her door for a half hour while the Mistress relaxed in bed. “You may come in now.” He carefully opened the

door and walked in anxiously. “Light some candles and turn on my music.” He obeyed. “You will give me a massage now. Start at my feet and work your way up to my neck. Use my favorite lotion.” There were 5 lotions, he chose the correct one. She smiled inside. Her servant proceeded to give her the best massage of her life. She started to drift off once he got to her back. She let out a small moan of comfort. And then…. the disruption. The fool spoke.

“Mistress, permission to speak?” He continued to massage. She waited a few minutes until the small twinge of anger faded and the curiosity became unbearable. “You may speak.” After a moment of silence, the slave responded with a trembling voice “Thank you.”. She put her head in her pillow to hide the smile that overtook her face. ~It worked! I own him. I love him.~

    Fifteen minutes later Miss Manda looked up at her toy, her slave, her wonderful,

irreplaceable property. “Don’t stop.” He knew she was referring to the massage, and he didn’t stop. She drifted off shortly after issuing her final order for the night. She awoke at 3 am to her submissive rubbing her calf. Ohhh he looked so tired. She couldn’t help but feel bad, but there was one more test. She gently grabbed his hand to signal that he could stop. She looked at him, “Eye contact is allowed now…” he looked at her deep, thoughtful eyes, in awe of her beauty, before she asked him the only question she needed to, to know if he had learned hislesson.

“Why do you want to serve me?”

“You complete me.”

Is it selfish to fulfill another person’s needs? Dommes are more generous than most could possibly understand.