A Little Help around the House Ch. 02

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He walked down the street feeling used, but strangely satisfied too. The rubber felt cold against his skin in the chill of the late day. He turned corner and noticed a parking ticket on his old four door sedan.

“Fuck.” He said stopping, and pulling the ticket off.

He rode towards the apartment in which he rented a room from some people he met online. They all worked in the service industry including Darren. Luckily he had some water and began hydrating himself after the long day. When he arrived home he was the only one there, because he happened to have the day off. He mostly worked long shifts on the weekend. He was a little relieved that he didn’t have to sneak from his room to clean the rubber suit.

His room was pretty basic. Some posters from his favorite movies, a desk, and bed. He disrobed, and unzipped the latex suit. The smell of wet latex permeated the room, as he peeled it from his skin. He grabbed a towel and went to shower. The hot water rejuvenated him but he looked down dazed at the steel chastity device still locked on. He soaped it up, and attempted to slip it off. Damn, why did I have to get the smaller steel ring for the back? He thought to himself as he painfully pulled at it, to no avail.

He took the opportunity of being home alone to wash the latex catsuit in the shower, and hung it to dry in his closet with some towels for the drip. He booted up his computer, and went to his email. The smell of her perfume mixed with her leather boots haunted him as he typed.

“Thank you for letting me serve you today Mistress, I look forward to the time of being in your ownership” He typed, and read it back to himself. He wasn’t really sure, he’d never been taken this far. The thought of her made him grow in the device, and he considered that he only had two options. Go buy some bolt cutters and cut the lock off, also cutting contact, or play along. He quickly pressed enter sending the message, and opened his favorite game.

He played for a few minutes checking his e-mail eagerly in-between campaigns. He never received a message back that day. He slept like a baby, but woke up with morning wood straining painfully though the metal device. He sat up and breathed it out, and checked his mail. Nothing. After grabbing breakfast he played around with some digital art pieces which he enjoyed working with, and found himself constantly getting aroused. He had never worn the steel device this long, and it started to make him feel trapped, which in turn made him more aroused.

He enjoyed his time for the day a little worried that he still didn’t receive an e-mail thanking him, but it occurred to him that she might not be the type to emotionally coddle. Which aroused him more. The thought of looking up porn just sounded more painful than it was worth too, so he played some games, and worked with a few personal projects. Night time had hit before long and he found himself really wanting to masturbate. He’d seen some people online use a vibrating wand to come in chastity, but didn’t really have the extra money for one of those, especially with the parking ticket he now needed to pay. Darren set his alarm for 6 a.m. and laid in bed for an hour or so before finally falling asleep.

He sat at the same table downtown 7:00 a.m. the next morning drinking some coffee. The rubber suit under his clothes made him feel like a rubber doll dressed in men’s clothing. He checked his messages, and nothing. He began to get worried when he spotted her silver BMW pull up, and lay on the horn. He stood up embarrassed and quickly walked over, and got in. The familiar smell of her perfume hit him.

“You know the drill!” She took off quickly tossing the shackles in his lap. He slid his pants down, and folded them. The leather seat felt really hot against the latex, and he looked and noticed that the heater for the seat was set on high. The extra warmness excited him as he leaned over, and clicked the shackles around his ankles. Her hand swiftly reached in and grabbed his folded pants, and threw them in the back, and pulled a pair of metal cuffs out. “Take your top off, and lock your hands behind your back” She tossed them in his lap, and he pulled his hoodie off, and struggled a little leaning forward locking them on. He sat quietly twitching against the hot seat.

“You’re in the hot seat today slave.” She laughed knowingly. “Have you been horny?”

“yes Mistress, It’s been torture.” He admitted.

“Good.” She stretched out, and reached her hand over tapping him on the crotch. He jumped a little surprised as she left her hand there. “I have several surprises for you today.” She tapped his crotch. “… but first I want to know how desperate you are to amuse me today.” She stopped the SUV in a parking lot, reached back, and pulled an empty shopping bag from the backseat. He watched curiously as she placed the bag over his head, and threw his hoodie in the back.

He’d never felt so humiliated in his life. Here he was in this rich ordu escort older woman’s car being treated like a toy. He grew in the chastity, and listened to his own heavy breath in the bag for the rest of the trip. It was apparent when they pulled into the garage. He adjusted his hands as she got out of the car, and he heard a commotion in the back. The door opened beside him, and she reached down to unbuckle his seat belt, and pulled the bag off of his head.

“Tada!” She played laughing. “Get out!” She ordered snapping playfully obviously excited to toy with him. He slid and threw his legs out, and leaned against the door. Luckily the SUV was tall, and he was able to get out with-out help. He moved away from the door and waited as she slammed it. She reached into bag, and stepped behind him. “I found a shop yesterday in the city that sells rubber gear, and found you a hood that I like better.” She said, and reached up with both hands and slid his head into the new hood. She pulled it tightly, and zipped it. His eyes were still open but there was a thick zipper where his mouth was. She tucked it into the catsuit, and strutted around in front of him. “Say something!” Her intrigued voice instructed.

“Mmmm phh mmpp.” He tried, but the rubber was a much thicker gauged than his. She reached up and unzipped it. He stared down solemnly at her solid white wardrobe with light brown riding boots, her perfume entrancing him once again.

“Are you ready for an ass whipping?” She threatened sharply.

“Yes Mistress.”

“That’s a good slave.” She praised quickly zipping it shut. “I don’t want you bothering the neighbors when I do it.” She explained. ” Look at the ceiling!” She instructed putting on rubber gloves, and he looked up. “We’re doing something different today.” She said reaching down with her hand and searching for his zipper. She slowly unzipped his crotch zipper, and pulled the chastity device out. She went to work on it. Wrapping the remote controlled shocker around it, and tightened it. Then she changed the lock on the steel chastity to one of her own. She stretched his balls down, and put a little metal clamp around them, and locked that on. She then zipped and carefully stuffed it all back into the catsuit. “Inside!” She said pulled out the short whip, and gave him some inspiration in the form of a few hard whacks. He quickly shuffled against the shackles, and she walked ahead quickly unlocking the door, and standing inside waiting. He stepped into the mudroom, and waited for instructions.

“Into the kitchen.” She started. “KITCHEN!” She spoke louder aware that the thick rubber hood might have dampened his ability to hear. He hobbled into the kitchen, and stopped. He felt her unlocking the handcuffs behind him, and waited. She strutted around in front, and re-locked them in front. “On your hands and knees!” She ordered sharply and he bent down assuming the position. She stood directly in front of him, and he straighten up his posture. She leaned down, and wrapped a thick studded collar around his neck, and buckled it tightly. He felt helpless, but somehow comfortable. The leash was next. She apparently went all out shopping he thought as she moved around. This was going to be a part of his life now, he thought, considering the new lock. She stomped around behind him, and jerked on the leash pulling his head up.

“Head up!” She whipped him hard. “back straight!” She touched his back with the whip, and he complied. The first hard hit was like lightening on his ass. He jumped, and before he even had time to think, she reigned down hell on his ass. When he tried to move forward, she jerked the leash back, and wailed on him again even harder. Each hit felt like a full swing, and he shook in place afraid to move. Finally she stopped. She moved forward and led him him into the living room slowly and steadily pulling as he basically hopped. There was a large dog cage in the room next to the couch, and he instantly knew what was going to happen next. He scramble up the entrance where she led him, and pointed in. He inched into the cage, and tucked his feet in. The door was shut, and locked. She walked around and reached in and pulled the leash wrapping it around the front to position his head. He noticed that she had cut out a few spots in the cage open where his head was. Amira walked over to a bag that was to the side, and pulled out a large bundle of bamboo sticks. She pulled the remote control for the ball shocker out of her pocket, and studied the scene.

“ASS BACK!” She ordered shocking him, and he pulled his ass back, and she positioned a stick just under his belly trapping him there. “BACK UP!” She ordered, and placed a few more sticks pinning him upwards. She spent the next few minutes running sticks through the cage. He felt like hapless bug that was in a spider’s web. She left the room, and returned a moment later with one hand behind her back. She leaned down, and into the cage unzipping his mouth.

“Are rize escort you comfortable slave?” She asked genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine Mistress. It’s actually more comfortable than it looks.” He admitted honestly resting on the bamboo sticks.

“Open your mouth!” She ordered, and he did. She showed him a pair of panties, and stuffed them into his mouth, and zipped them inside. “I was wearing those the day we met.” She explained. “They haven’t been washed.” She bragged. The bitter rosy taste of her panties caused him to jerk.

She casually sat on the couch in front of him. The cage was obviously positioned to where he would be right at her boots, and the bamboo made sure his head was downcast at them. She crossed her legs, and dangled her boot directly in front of his face. He let go of his body and rested on the bamboo. She ignored him for what seemed like an hour as she watched TV. He wondered if she was going to leave him like this all day, and was oddly comfortable with the thought. He was in a lustful bliss with the taste of her dirty panties dominating his mouth, and the smell of her boots and perfume wafting in each breath. When she stood up, and walked out of the room for a minute, it occurred to him that he had seemed to fall under the spell of a master manipulator. When she returned and crossed her boots placing one right in his face, he decided to give her a little show. He reached his neck out attempting to touch her boot to kiss it. The shackles, and cuffs clinked, and he found that he was truly helpless. He tested the bonds, and found the bamboo mixed with the thick steel cage kept him subdued.

Her lack of proper response frustrated him even more, and he fought against her cage. Her boot simply twisted back and forth as before. He felt completely owned, and that made him happy in a weird way. He finally submitted to his situation, and her boot touched him lightly on the face, then pulled away. He began protesting through the rubber hood, and fought tirelessly against the hard bamboo. He didn’t want to escape, even though he couldn’t. It was more to amuse her. She paused the TV.

“Do you have an emergency?” Her voice was concerned. He shook his head no. “Are you hurt?” She followed up. He shook his head no again. She un-paused the TV and turned it up louder. The burning shock in his balls made him protest for real this time. The shocks continued as he watched her boot dip up and down casually, his full body jerking for each one. When they stopped he laid on the bamboo and enjoyed the view trapped and intoxicated by her scent. This lasted for about another hour.

He watched her stand up, and disappear. He tried to move again, and resigned to his prison. The minutes passed, and he felt her opening the cage behind him. His vulnerability caused him to worry, as her gloved hands unzipped his rubber suit, and his device flopped out. She continued to unzip, and he felt something wet being poured on his asshole. He froze wondering if she would invade him, but then got even more confuse when she stuffed the metal device back in, and zipped the rubber back up. Until it hit him.

It just felt like a small tingle at first while her boots returned in his view as she casually sat down. The tingle turned to an itch, and the itch got worse. He started to whine uncontrollably, and it prompted her to pause the TV. Her boot touched his face again, and he began crying. He shook, and fought for a few minutes. The itch subsided, and he calmed down. She paused the sound on the TV leaning over.

“My friends and I used to prank each other with this itching powder. ” She spoke loudly showed him a little packet. “It stings really bad when you mix it with vinegar.” She explained. She stood again, and he whined a little. She ignored him, and and unzipped him again as he whined loudly begging. He felt the wetness again, and she left him unzipped. He didn’t see her return, but the itch did. He couldn’t stand it, and whined and begged. He jerked and literally cried for a few more minutes until it subsided again.

He breathed heavily and huffed catching his breath. She stuffed the chastity device back in and pulled out the bamboo sticks one at a time, then unhitched the leash.

“Out!” She ordered, and he crawled backwards, and she grabbed the leash and pulled him up. He noticed a vacuum beside him, and she tapped it silently. He reached for it, and looked around finding an outlet. He could only move slowly, but it seemed to work-out making him cover each spot twice. It took him a good while to cover the whole open part if the house, and the vacuum suddenly died. His mistress walked into the second den area with the other end of the power cord, he watched her double it up, and swing it. She whipped the slack around and landed it on his back. He straightened up reacting to the sharp pain. The next blow was so hard he dropped to down to his knees and whined begging for reprieve. She circled him, and placed her boot on sakarya escort his back pushing him downward.

“Let’s play a game!” She said with her weight only partially on his back. “Would you like 10 more lashes with the cord, or to clean my floor with your tongue?” She asked briskly.

He knelt in silence, with a backside still stinging from the cord. She reached down and unzipped the mouth.

“Spit them out!” She ordered, and he pushed the spit soaked panties out onto the floor. “What is your decision?”

“I can’t take anymore pain Mistress.” He begged desperately. She set the cord down, and reached for his leash. She whistled mockingly leading him into middle of the kitchen, and set the leash down. Her boots traveled to the fridge, and then to a drawer.

“Do do you like yogurt?” She asked leaning against the bar.

“Yes Mistress I love it.” He spoke truthfully.

“It’s so good. Mmmmm.” She purred. “Look at me!” She ordered, and his gaze traveled upwards. It was the first time he was allowed to look at her. She had shoulder length silky black hair, and fair light skin. Her cheeks were a little rounded, and her nose was upturned. She gave him a playful smile as she placed a spoonful of yogurt in her mouth. “Mmmmm.” She teased, and then spit it from her dark red lips onto the kitchen floor in front of him. He looked down at the mess in the floor and then back up at her grin. She took another spoonful, and he looked down shamefully, obviously turned on by the thought of what was coming. She spit out more as it splattered across the floor. He waited with his head down. She walked around the mess, and stopped to pat him on the head softly. Her hands traveled down to his ass, and squeezed lightly.

“Clean it up slave!” She said softly, and wry with a little smack on the ass.

He bent down onto his rubber hands, and crawled up the sweet smelling yogurt. He reluctantly sucked it up from the floor afraid that she would use the cord again if he didn’t. He felt pretty low, but somehow happy that he was pleasing this beautiful woman. He’d had lots of dirty fantasies, but somehow this woman and her dark imagination had truly captured him. He noticed her boots out of the corner of his eye, and continued to lap up the sweet creamy goo from the gritty floor. He lapped and lapped, and soon found she was gone. He stopped for a moment than saw her reappear with the whip. His tongue slid across the floor to her amusement.

“Slave!” She said starkly. He bent up awaiting her. “Now it needs to be cleaned properly with the mop, understand?”

A few hours later they sat in the SUV front of the coffee shop silently, as Darren waited for his dismissal dressed with his wardrobe over the suit, and the hood removed. The last few hours he cleaned the mudroom, and windows.

“You did very well today slave.” She said pleased.

“Thank you Mistress.” His head stayed bowed.

“Let me ask you a question?” What do you do for a living?” She poised, and he licked his lips. They still tasted a little like strawberry.

“I wash dishes.” He admitted.

“Really?” Her disbelief sharply asked.

“Yeah, I can’t find work in the design field, it’s the only job I can get right now.” He added.

“You’ll find something eventually.” She said with a little empathy.

“Yeah, maybe.” Darren said with little enthusiasm.

“That’s not the right attitude to have.” She scoffed. He thought for a moment.

“I’m just not that good at much. My whole life I’ve tried different things, you know?” He said frankly.

“You’re pretty good at scrubbing floors.” She pulled her hair behind her ears. “Maybe you’re just destined to be my little peasant.” Her words teased.

“Maybe so, If it paid the bills, I would do it full time.” He said partly joking.

“How much do you make per week?”

“About 300$”

“300$?” She said with disbelief, and reached down and pulled out her checkbook. His eyes peeled over as she picked a pen up, and quickly scribbled onto a check. She handed him the check, and he inspected it.

“This is 1200$.” He said part confused and excited. He looked at the description and read. “Housework.”

“I was going to hire a housekeeper anyways, that’s your new monthly salary.” She said with abandon.

“You’re going to pay me this much to clean two days a week?” He questioned confused.

“No.” She said firmly. “I’m paying you so you can quit your job, and be on call as my slave.” She spelled it out.

“You’re trying to buy me?” He asked a little shocked, and it was the first time he resisted her at all. “I don’t know, what if something happens, and I already quit my job?” He worriedly asked. She thought for a moment, and filled out another check. He waited curiously, and she thought for a moment and then finished it, ripped it off handing it to him.

“What’s the 2000$ for?” He asked looking in shock. Then down at the description that read. “Property investment.”

“It’s my last offer.” She starkly commented and put her checkbook in her purse, and he held the check in his hands for a moment.

“I’ve never had anyone offer to buy me before, can I think about it?” Darren asked humbly, and a little frightened.

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