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The house is, let’s face it, dirty. And it has been for a while. We have both been too busy to keep to our meticulously thought-out cleaning schedules and the results are, well, dirty. And dusty. Sticky, even. We decide to take things in our hands before the spiders find out how to apply for UNESCO world heritage status for their cobwebs. And so, the kids will spend a weekend with my parents, and she and I will spend our weekend thoroughly going over the house.

Or so I think.

On Saturday morning, I am ready to start, and I emerge from the shower nude. She sees me walk across the landing and smiles at me. I blow her a kiss, turn around, stick my bum out to her and land a swat on my left arse cheek. I guess that’s where I unwittingly started it. I walk over to my dresser, but she asks me to wait, a devious look in her eyes.

“Honey, why don’t you… stay naked for a bit? Make all this cleaning a bit more… interesting?”

My eyes go wide.

“In fact,” she goes on, “why don’t you stay nude all weekend? I would love to see you do your chores naked.”

We had played around with nudity to as a power difference in our sex lives, but that was ages ago, long before the kids came. In recent years, our sex life had been, well, to call it ‘more vanilla’ would be a loss of an opportunity to use the word ‘absent’… So she instantly has my attention, as she can tell by the way my cock reacts to her proposal immediately.

“I take it that’s a yes, then?” she laughs.

I move up to her and say “well, alright then” and kiss her. I try to grab her bum and rub against her, but she swiftly moves away from me.

“And you?” I ask.

“No, I don’t think I should be naked as well. We need to get some work done, you know.”

She kisses me back briefly and then steps back from me when I try to rub my naked body against her again. “Oh no no no, what did I just tell you? We’re working this weekend” she says mock-sternly.

My cock twitches, but what can I do?

I always thought of myself of having a dominant streak in the bedroom, but I must admit I find the idea of being nude while she is fully clothed, that little power difference, intensely erotic. But soon my arousal subsides as the reality of cleaning the house, naked or not, sets in. I pick up stray items all around the house and put them back in their proper locations while she strips the beds, further reducing the chance of my plans with her, which definitely involve beds, becoming reality.

My arousal is further diminished because I notice I have to keep a constant eye on our windows so that I do not accidentally flash any unsuspecting neighbours. I draw the curtains a bit, but we need the sunlight for our cleaning. Meanwhile, I am surprised how often I barge into her while doing my chores, and how often she needs to be in the exact room I am in, getting an eyeful and smirking.

Mid-morning, things get a little bit kinkier and again it is my very own ‘fault’. “Will you make the coffee?” she calls from upstairs while I am in the kitchen.

“Yes madam,” I respond in mock-subservience, and put the kettle on. I grin as I put on a frilly little apron that has been lying around the kitchen. The apron has played a role in my dirty mind quite often, only I never imagined it would be me wearing it.

“Coffee’s ready madam!” I announce. I wait for her to sit down at the living room table. I then walk in dressed in my apron, with the coffee, two cups, and a small milk jug. Her eyes go wide and then she laughs. She leans back relaxedly and grins while she watches me, stark naked apart from the little apron that hardly hides my excitement. I pour the coffee and milk for her and put it down in front of her. I then pour my own and sit down opposite her.

After we finish the coffee, it is her who turns up the kink dial another notch, by telling me “You can clean up now.”

I respond with a “Yes madam” and get to my feet immediately. When I stand beside her to pick up her cup, I feel her hand cupping my behind. I lean into her and turn towards her, but she responds with a swift smack on my bum and tells me to stand still. She continues to caress my bum for a bit, clearly enjoying herself when she sees my erect cock peek out from under the apron. She then takes away her hand and says “back to work then”, giving my rump another light slap. She, however, stays seated while I take the crockery into the kitchen and wash up under her gaze.

“You may now clean the bathroom”, she announces as I put away ‘my’ apron and return to full nudity.

“Yes madam”, I reply obediently and grab a plastic bucket, some detergents and cleaning rags.

She follows me upstairs, obviously no longer planning to do any work herself but simply enjoying the show.

“What have I got myself into?” I think to myself. As I clean the bathroom, she leans against the door frame and observes my work. “Aren’t you going to do any cleaning?” I ask her as I kneel down to rub the floor tiles.

“I beg your pardon?” she ığdır escort asks haughtily, looking at me sternly.

“Nothing madam,” I quaver submissively.

“That’s more like it,” she says. “Come on! Chop chop.”

And with that, our roles have been set. I descend into submission while she crosses her arms and observes my naked body kneeling in front of her, cleaning the floor. I must admit it’s fun for me as well, trying to seduce her by turning my bum up towards her, arching my back and trying to offer her a sexy view that will maybe turn her mind towards other, more sexual activities.

When I finish the bathroom, she has me walk in front of her to the living room. She keeps giving me light swats on my arse cheeks, saying “come on, move along” in that mock-haughty voice of her. “Roll your arse for me, servant! I know you like to.”

I oblige, sashaying down the stairs and into the living room. She sits down in a chair and has me kneel in front of her. She then lifts her skirt and slides her underpants to one side. “Get to work. Can’t have you fanning about all day, can we?”

I obediently start licking her juicy labia. She is already quite wet, so obviously it wasn’t just me who has been finding the whole ordeal incredibly sexy. I lick and suck her clit, and when I start to use my fingers as well she pulls my head away, wags her finger in front of my face and says “no hands. We will have to do something about this, won’t we?”

She stands up, pushing me down to signal that I am to stay there, knelt in front of the chair, She returns with a short scarf which she then uses to tie my hands together on my back. She then sits down in front of me again and motions me to get back to work, this time using only my tongue. She writhes and bucks her hips with pleasure and reaches an orgasm swiftly.

Afterwards, she tells me to stand up, which is surprisingly difficult with tied hands. She unties me and tells me to get back to work. When I turn to clean her sticky juices from my face she tells me not to. Now sated, she also gets back to work, leaving me with a sticky face, a feeling of growing frustration and a raging hard-on that just won’t subside anymore. After all these years being with this woman, why have I never before noticed she has such a talent for this kind of kinky games? I am amazed and also a bit worried about what I have awoken.

After lunch, which I make and serve wearing only the blasted apron, she suddenly announces that she will need to run a few errands for an hour. I am told to keep working and ‘be good and not play with myself’ or else. While she’s gone, I show huge self-control by indeed not playing with myself, instead hoovering and then wet-wiping all rooms in the house, which does wonders for keeping sexual arousal under control, and making the beds, which does not.

When she comes back, she has that mischievous smile on her face again. “Uh oh”, I think, and I soon find out my suspicions are correct. She sits down at the table and tells me to kneel down beside her, hands clasped behind my back. I sit submissively by her side.

“Have you been a good house servant while I was away?” she asks with a smile on her face.

“Yes madam,” I croak, not even attempting to hide my arousal anymore.

“That’s Mistress, not madam,” she replies sternly.

“Yes… Mistress,” I quaver, wondering what that change in title entails.

She takes a little box out of a plain paper bag. “Well then, why don’t you unpack this then.” I take the box and rip away the gift wrapping, revealing a shiny metal anal plug in a luxury box. It has some fake jewels on its flat end and looks impressively large now it’s unpacked. I moan involuntarily.

“Is this something that you would want to try?” she whispers, breaking her role briefly to check whether I am okay with the new developments. I nod, and she puts on her mock-lady voice again: “I think my servant deserves some nice jewellery for his duties, don’t you?”

I nod subserviently and manage to produce a quavering “yes Mistress”. Frankly, I am shocked, not just that she would suggest such an anal plug, but that she even knows about their existence. So many questions. I have never worn one before, but I am willing to find out how it feels.

She produces a tube of lube from her bag, has me stand up again, and unceremoniously bends me over the table. My upper body rests on the wooden surface, my face on one cheek, my hands flat on either side of my head. I feel her fingers probe my arsehole and she can’t resist slapping my behind a few times, just for the fun of it. I then feel the plug entering me and I try to relax as much as possible as it slides in. She moves back while I keep still, obviously admiring her handiwork. I then feel her lean over me, her clothed body pressing against my naked form.

“Good boy”, she whispers in my ear, and she kisses my neck and cheek. Her mouth finds mine and we briefly kiss, hungrily. The butt plug feels totally sexy, as if it heightens ısparta escort all my already strained erotic senses.

Abruptly, she moves away from me, slaps my bum one more time and tells me to get up and get back to work. I start cleaning the kitchen and living room since these are the only rooms left to do in the house, stark naked, incredibly aroused with a painfully erect cock, and a piece of jewellery sticking from my rear end. I find the whole situation deeply, deeply frustrating and at the same time infinitely sexy. I imagine her experience, watching me as she does, naked, horny, busy doing my chores and when I imagine her thinking of where to go next, I get dizzy with arousal.

And I soon find out where it is we are going next, when she sits behind me at the kitchen table idly fingering herself, skirt raised, panties moved to one side. Her foot caresses my naked buttocks while I prepare our dinner, the blasted apron once again hardly covering my throbbing cock. Not long after I again find myself kneeling in front of her, eating her rather than the dinner that is now waiting on our stove.

When her orgasm subsides, she marches me to the bedroom, practically dragging me along by my erect penis. I stumble to follow her up the stairs, where she first has me make the bed with fresh linen, and then puts me on the bed and tells me to clasp my hands together above my head and keep them there. She then proceeds to pull a blindfold and a pair of fluffy handcuffs out of the paper goody bag she has brought from her afternoon errands.

“Okay?” she whispers, and I nod. This is definitely something on my sexy bucket list.

It does not take her long to tie me up, hands fastened to the headboard with the cuffs and the scarf, and blindfold me. I am now even more in her power than before. I feel her body slide over mine, her mouth finds mine and I hungrily kiss her, and she’s gone again. She teases me until I am writhing in my cuffs, going crazy with desire. Then I feel her wet pussy smother my mouth. My tongue pleases her whilst she lightly plays with my poor cock until I think it is going to explode. The anal plug, all the while, heightens every sensation to unknown levels. Then, when she comes, she has mercy and mounts me to ride me to a shattering orgasm. I am proud to say that I managed to last three whole minutes until I, indeed, explode. She unties me and removes the blindfold. Spent, we lie there for a while until we notice our hunger.

At dinner, we continue our game as I serve her, minus the plug because there is only so much my poor rectum can take. She has me feed her bite for bite as I stand next to her, her hand idly massaging my behind and playing with my cock. After dinner, I clean up, bathe her, massage her feet and legs, and once again bring her to orgasm with my tongue, for the fourth time that day. My knees are red, and I fear my tongue muscles will surely be sore tomorrow. We then go to bed, she in pijamas which she has me put on her, me nude as I have been all day. My cock twitches hungrily, but she falls asleep almost immediately and I decide to be ‘good’ once more as I too drift off to sleep.

When I wake up the next morning, she is awake already, lying next to me and watching me. I realise she is asking me if I want to continue our game when she asks me if I will make the breakfast. I groan. Part of me wants to ravish her here and now and be done with all that dominance and submission business. Another part of me finds the whole experience immensely arousing and does not want to end it juuust yet. The latter part wins and I say “yes Mistress” obediently.

As I try to get out of the door before any more oral services are required of me, she says sternly: “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I see her look pointedly at the anal plug, shiny and clean on the bedside table next to a fluffy pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and, I notice with growing concern, a leather paddle that I haven’t seen before. Who would have thought only a day ago, that our bedroom now looks like the set of a 50 shades of grey sequel? I groan inwardly as I take the plug and the lube, and I set off to go through the door. She has other plans.

“Come here”, she orders and when I obey, she has me stand by the bed and massages my behind until my cock stands to full attention again. She then puts the plug into its proper place. With a “Go on, make the breakfast. I am hungry!” and a slap on my rump she sends me on my way.

The morning starts a lot kinkier than yesterday, with continuous teasing and playing. After breakfast, with nothing more to clean in the house, she has me walk around the house slowly while she follows, her hands on my behind and sometimes my cock, making me crazy with light caresses but nothing more. She then makes me bathe and dry her, and dress her with my teeth only. To make sure I don’t cheat, she ties my hands behind my back with the fluffy handcuffs. I then have to dress her in a sexy thong, thigh high stockings, a tight kadirli escort skirt, a tight shirt. Unsurprisingly, I struggle, and she has a lot of fun — and frankly, so do I. Between trying to get the items of clothing into place without using my hands, she has me kiss, lick, and suck various parts of her body.

Fully dressed, she looks ravishing. Especially the gap of white thigh that often peeks out under the hem of her skirt when it rides up makes me crazy with desire. She leaves my hands cuffed and walks around me, looking at me. What a spectacle I must offer: stark naked, on my knees, an anal plug protruding from my bum, hands cuffed behind my back, and painfully aroused. My own view from down here is not so bad either – her tight clothes and the gaps of white between her skirt and her thigh-high stockings, not to mention the lines of her thong underneath the tight skirt. She has not worn thong panties in ages, and I would love to have a better look – and a feel. But no. I let out a frustrated moan. She laughs and has me stand up, which I just about manage — before yesterday, I had never realised how hard it is to stand up with my hands tied behind me.

She slides her body against mine and we kiss, my erection poking into her stomach. She caresses my back and bum, fingers the plug. “Getting a bit frustrated, are we?” she whispers in my ear.

I nod, and moan loudly as I feel her hands cup my balls and stroke my cock. But I decide to remain in character, look down obediently and answer: “Yes Mistress.”

She removes her hands and says “Very well. Let’s go see if your work around the house is done, shall we?”

My eyes widen and I shake my head in panic when she picks up the leather panel, signalling to her no, that is not my kink. She winks at me and brings a finger to her mouth in a shushing manner, telling me to trust her not to cross my boundaries.

And surely, she marches me, naked and with tied hands, around every single room of the house. When she finds the room satisfactorily clean, she gives me compliments, little kisses, and caresses, especially on my poor cock. When she finds something less to her liking, her fingers going over tops of doors and other areas in the classical ‘lady checking up on the maid’ manner, she makes me stick out my bum and lightly play-spanks me with the paddle without hurting me. Okay, that I can definitely deal with and the whole situation makes me even more wild and aching for release.

But release is far away as she then has me once again kneel in front of her. Hands still tied behind my back, I take up my usual task of licking and sucking her to orgasm. As her excitement builds, I suddenly have had enough.

I leave her on the brink of orgasm and look up. “I think it is time for a little revolution in this society here.”

I look up to her face and find her briefly startled. I expect her to protest, but she surprises me by laughing loudly. “I have been wondering all weekend when you would break. I never thought I could go this far with you – didn’t know you had it in you. But okay, revolt all you want. I am yours. Do with me as you please.”

I get up and have her untie my wrists first – hard to be in charge with your hands tied behind you, right? She looks at me with obvious excitement in her eyes. I guess I timed my revolt just right. As she reaches around me to unclick the handcuffs, her clothed body rubs against my nakedness and she purrs “As long as you stay naked as you promised”.

I laugh and agree. “I will.”

The rest of the morning I have my fun with her. I first have her strip off her skirt and shirt and put on some high-heeled shoes. I then enjoy ordering her around the house, watching her buttocks move enticingly as she walks in front of me wearing only that tiny little thong, stockings and heels. The swing of her hips is hypnotic as she sashays her way up the stairs. I make sure I get a good feel every now and then, and in every room, I give her orders to caress herself, play with her nipples and stroke herself over and then under the gusset of her thong. I even order her to administer ten spanks to her own buttocks, which she does with alarming enthusiasm. Every order from me is greeted with a submissive “Yes Master” which I find deeply sexy. Then she disappears for a few minutes.

When she returns, I notice something that was not there when I dressed her: she is wearing an anal plug as well!

“You little minx” I croak excitedly. “You had one as well, and you hid that from me? You deserve a punishment for that, don’t you think?”

She shakes her bum at me and nods demurely. “Yes Master.” I move closely in front of her and lift her face with my finger, kissing her.

“And you absolutely deserve a punishment for making me suffer so much frustration all weekend, don’t you think?” We kiss again.

She briefly breaks character and chuckles. “But it was so funny to see the look in your eyes. The way you grew ever more frustrated every time I made you go down on me and nothing else. Funny and… super sexy.”

We kiss again, and I bring us back into character by telling her “Well, my sexy servant, now the tables have turned, and I will definitely punish you. Off to the bedroom and show me that paddle you were going to use on me.”

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