Mistress Looks for a New houseboy Mistress Louise had ended our last session by giving me 40 swats with that heavy

Ms. Louise

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Mistress Looks for a New houseboy (more like a new house bitch)

    Mistress Louise had ended our last session by giving me 40 swats with that heavy, dark wood paddle that some fool had given Her as a gift. Instead of taking my discipline as i had been taught, i cried and kicked and even begged Her to stop. i should have remembered to arch my back harder and push my rump out further. Each swat should have made me welcome the paddles kiss to show Mistress how much i appreciated Her discipline.
    i drove to the meeting She had requested; i was actually trembling with fear. i could take any punishment but what if She banished me from Her stable. The thought of never seeing Mistress Louise again was more than i could endure.
    i entered the Studio and undressed as was my custom. i took a position on hands and knees awaiting Her direction. Mistress was dressed in red latex. A small tank top ended just above her breasts, leaving Her shoulders, arms and midriff bare. The snug rubber pants were low on Her hips exposing Her naval and ended at Her cutout completely exposed Her wonderful Derriere. She wore high heeled scarlet sandals exposing perfectly manicured toenails, highly polished in the same red to match Her fingernails, lipstick, and clothing. She spoke, i listened.
    “I need a man, a boy actually. I need him to work at the Studio. My life has become much too busy to attend to trivial matters. Follow Me and I’ll discuss the duties and responsibilities of the job. I will let you decide if they fit your qualifications.”
    i crawled behind Her like an animal, too dumb to know that i was being seduced into servitude. Too aroused by Her presence to care. She walked from room to room pointing out duties and my eyes followed the perfect Derriere framed by the red latex pants. Occasionally, She would bend over to pick up a paddle or collar and Her sweet spot would be almost close enough to lick. She knew what She was doing and was amused by my weakness.
    There were of course the normal household tasks: sweeping, scrubbing, cleaning, dusting, grunt work, that i could handle. But next She spoke of the Studio duties: dildos, butt plugs, sounds, a million items that had to be sterilized after every use. Shoes and boots of every description that needed shining, delicate lingerie that required careful hand washing. Paddles, canes, and whips needed to be cleaned and put away. Dishes and toilets and showers to be cleaned, the list went on and on.
    In the bathroom, She took a seat, “Come closer, dear,” She said. When my face was just inches away She released the sweet golden spray. The warm liquid splashed against the porcelain bowl, spraying my face. Mistress smiled as She watched my tongue move from lips to chin to cheek trying to savor every drop.
    “Of course, the hours are long, the work hard, and you’ll receive no pay. The reward is pleasing Me, and being in My presence for extended periods of time. I’ll expect you to give up any life you have, but that’s for you to decide. Now follow Me, dear. I know it is an awful lot for a small mind like your to digest in less than a full night. I want you to fully consider the consequences.”
    In the main Studio, Mistress buckled me into a red ball gag and blindfolded me. She then lowered my head to the floor. She cuffed my wrists, then pulled my arms back along the sides of my body and secured the cuffs with a quick clip behind my knees. A leather restraint held my ankles closely together to complete the bondage. The position was very uncomfortable with my head pressed into the hard wooded floor and my bottom upturned high into the air.
    “Good night little man,” She said, closing the door behind Her, “sweet dreams.”
    Two hours later, i heard the heavy footsteps of leather boots against the stairs just outside the door. I heard the click of the lock and a deep male voice saying, “Must be your lucky day.” Then the loud rip of a zipper being lowered.

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