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“Oh dear, someone’s been naughty. Not keeping up on chores…” He walked into my apartment. His eyes took in everything from the piles of clothes to the dishes in the sink. The mess of garbage bags from take out that couldn’t be pushed down into the trash can were scattered nearby. He could see me sitting in an armchair that was only mostly free of clothes but had a few random things hanging off the back I was curled up again. My toes were tucked under me for warmth. I wanted to throw on a clean pair of socks but couldn’t find a matching pair I had liked
“I really tried” I spoke softly. I had tried a few times to find the motivation but it felt like every attempt ended in another spiral. Each item felt a little too overwhelming to complete. Together? The mess became a panic attack trigger in my own home. I couldn’t look at him knowing he was seeing how bad I’d let things get.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you tried, you just needed a little help. That’s why you called me right? I can provide some incentives and penalties to get you back on track.” He walked over to me, giving extra care not to step on anything that was out of place on the floor. Even though I hadn’t respected my things this week he knew I usually had pride in taking care of what I owned. I leaned into his hand as it came to rest on the crown of my head and gently shuffle the strands.
“I see you made a fresh shower today and took care of yourself where you could. You’re hair smells so good. Soft enough that I’m going to get distracted thinking about holding onto you by it. This is a rough patch, it happens.” The bag that he had slung over his shoulder dropped to the ground next to us as he leaned over to grab out some of the contents.
“Are you ready to let me help you get back on track?” He asked. I nodded. Usually he would push for a more respectful verbal response. But that was my favorite thing about my more dominant half. He was always willing to meet me where I was at and offer support and not judgement.
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The maid uniform was closer to lingerie than even a sexy maid Halloween costume. It fit snug against me and was a stretchy fabric easy to move around in. I appreciated that the straps were a racerback style as I moved around cleaning up. He had brought with him 3 pairs of socks for me to have a choice of. I went with the simple crew socks, saving the fuzzy socks for after I vacuumed so they didn’t pick up too much dirt from the floor.
My hair was in a comfortable ponytail. He had put it up with a black and white scrunchy to match the maid’s uniform he had me in. Of course, he had put it up while he was standing in front of me, with me on my knees. My face had been pressed against his jeans were I could feel his cock hard beneath the fabric.
After standing back up he told me we were ready to get started.
“I’m going to take over that chair you were sitting in. You’re going to walk around and gather any trash and put it into trash bags. Tie them up and set them outside of the door when they’re full. When you’re done with all of your trash, wash your hands and come back to me and bend over the arm of this chair. There shouldn’t be any questions or distractions for this task, so I’m not giving you a way to ask any” He said all of this with a gentle but firm tone. As he held up a silky strip of fabric up to my face I opened my mouth slightly. I was gagged with a gently fabric that would ensure I could breathe but would start to drool on myself if I took too long.
I went room to room and gathered only the trash as I went. Following his instructions, both small kitchen trash bags that I had used went outside after they were full. I did one last look around before washing my hands. I walked over to the arm chair he was sitting in. Leaning over the arm, my face was then pressed into his far thigh with his zipper somewhere closer to my collarbones
“Good girl. Stay still” He reached into the bag and even though I was looking down I recognized the click from the bottle of lube we’d used before. I felt a lubricated pressure in my asshole as he put a small plug inside. I could feel the tell-tale flange that was a gem butt plug, and I hoped from our previous play that it was one of the black ones with the purple gem. I loved the color and always felt pretty when he played with those. He had a towel ready and wiped off his hand before gently settling it onto my back and rubbing in soothing circles.
“Alright. The next task in laundry. I know we can’t do it all at once but you’re going to get everything that is dirty sorted into the loads you need done. Anything that is clean put on the couch. We don’t need to worry about folding it or hanging it up yet.” His hands moved up to behind my head and untied the gag. “Let me know if you need anything while you’re going through it. In the meantime I’m stepping out for a few minutes and will be back. You have until I return to use any of the vibrators I brought for you.” He brought out a fatih escort smaller velvet bag. I stood up as he did before he pushed me back down to leaning over the empty chair. He crowded me from behind, gently skimming my legs and working up to small squeezes on my ass. I could feel my nipples tighten and a heat in my core as his hands ran over me.
Then he walked away and out the door. I could see him pick up the bags on his way, presumably to put out in the dumpster. I reached for the vibrator want in the bag and put it against my clit, picturing his hands continuing to roam. I imagined him playing with the plug, slowly working it in and out to prepare me to take him. I could feel the heat building but there wasn’t nearly enough time before the door was opening and he was washing his hands in the sink. Before I could build any closer to an orgasm he was there removing the vibrator from my hand.
“Back to it, pretty girl” He said, settling back into the chair.
While he resumed watching a tv show, I sorted the laundry. Each clean article required me to walk past between him and the tv to reach the couch and set it down. I could see his eyes trail me as I passed. Not on every trip, but multiple were met with positive comments. On one trip with a few jackets that needed to be hung up since they were clean layers he said “You’re doing such a great job, and you’re looking better out of those jackets right now”
A walk over with some work out clothes I had packed but never worn he called out “I really love seeing the progress. I also love seeing that purple gem between your cheeks as you pick up”. A small gasp and smile was my excitement at his confirmation that he had chosen my favorite color gem for these tasks. It felt like a reward knowing he purposefully picked the ones I also thought were beautiful rather than the green set I know he loved more.
“You’re so close to earning a reward, gorgeous” he said as I dropped a handful of dresses on the couch. I had tried on a few to go out in days ago and hadn’t put them away after choosing a different outfit. While the clean clothes had piled up on the couch, the dirty laundry had been reformed from a spread out mess on the ground into neat piles. I had darks, reds, jeans, and delicates. I also had some spare blankets and towels sorted out.
I moved the last few dirty clothes into their respective piles and went back over to his chair.
“All set on laundry. Did you have something for me to do next?”
He eyed me up and I could tell from his smile he was having a fun time. I had worried about him getting annoyed while helping me stay on task, so knowing he was enjoying this power made me feel some warm and fuzzy feelings in my heart.
“Next is a choice for you. I’m going to hang up and fold your clean laundry. You can take a rest now with your vibrator while I do that. Or…” He held up a pair of recognizable panties as he continued “you can slip on these and have the control while you bring me your clean clothes. Using your teeth and on your hands and knees”
My brain stalled. I had never done such a thing but I recognized the panties that had the vibrator built in. I was familiar and knew that they could hit my clit in a way that could have me build to an orgasm nearly as fast as the vibrator.
“Nothing you have on that pile, other in the jackets which we won’t include, should be too heavy to carry nor to fragile to use your teeth to pick up.” He said, proving he had already thought of all the things that were currently running through my mind. The rug between his chair and the couch was a soft one as well, so I wouldn’t be concerned about rug burn or being too painful for my knees.
“Just imagine. next time you forget to pick up clean laundry and put it away right away you’ll remember fetching it for me to put away. And if you work your remote well enough, you’ll be coming as you pick it up now. A pretty motivating lesson I think” His voice had dropped and was soft. It lulled me easily into imaging how hot it would be to tease myself to an orgasm while crawling in front of him.
He leaned in and made sure I was looking at him before he offered a reassurance. ” I know we don’t do much with humiliating orders or requests, so you should only agree if this is something you want. I’m happy with your progress either way”
“I… I do think I want to do this. And if I get uncomfortable I’ll say something.” I was worried that the flush I was feeling, turned on by the scenario he painted, would fade out once I was in the moment. I took the underwear and switched them on as he set his unlocked phone on the ground. It was open to the app that controlled the vibration level. I noticed he had already set a number of hangers next to him while I’d been distracted cleaning up. He seemed to be ready for each next step and had planned ahead.
I sank to my hands and knees and reached out to the app to start the vibrations çapa escort at a medium level. I had already been warmed up from earlier and knew that the low setting wouldn’t build well, just maintain. The highest setting would be too jolting right away but the medium had me immediately squirming and moaning. I set about my task and my mind was so distracted by the underwear and how they were making perfect contact over my clit and entire pussy while my ass moved through the crawling motion. I picked up my first article of clean clothing and dropped it off into his hand. I had completed a few trips before moving to the med-high setting and building closer to an orgasm. The provocative nature of the task- on my hands and knees fetching things to bring to him- didn’t lose the appeal and made the heat build faster as I thought of him watching me.
I came before I finished bringing him all of the clothes, and he assisted by lowering the vibrations to their lowest setting until I reached the remote to pause them entirely. Without the sensations, a clarity came in that made me squirm in a more uncomfortable way. It was easy to embarrass myself and crawl when I was distracted chasing an orgasm but it was much harder after reaching that goal.
“I don’t want to keep going but that feels selfish to stop only because I came.” I avoided his eyes as I said it, self conscious that I was only setting a boundary because I’d gotten what I wanted. He shifted as he stood from the chair and moved the few feet to squat next to me. His hand on my back began circles again as if preemptively soothing me.
“You did such a good job. I got the majority of things taken care of. Why don’t I put those away while you hang up the jackets?”
I nodded, appreciating that he understood I didn’t want a lecture about how my boundaries were valid. I knew they were valid and that he would respect them. It was only my insecurities that made me feel bad speaking up, and I would’ve felt worse had he focused on refuting my anxieties. He knew that focusing on that made me feel like I made a mistake doubting him and myself and was something I was taking to therapy rather than into our relationship.
I stood, removed the panties and placed them on his chair, and began to collect the remaining hangers he had for the jackets. He began a few trips to the closet and dresser to put things away as I worked. A few minutes later, I began to carry the jackets to the entry closet and he opened the door for me.
“Are you okay to keep working on cleaning?” he asked. I appreciated the check in. While I could easily get tired on my own, I didn’t feel tired or fed up yet with him here. I nodded, still having a bit of a hard time speaking up without feeling bad about keeping him here longer.
Another smile crossed his face. “Good, I’ve been looking forward to this part. Almost started it earlier just incase we didn’t keep going after the laundry but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and distract both of us from cleaning entirely. Come back over to the chair?” He led me back over and with his hands on my hips he put me against the side arm again. He sat down and grabbed another plug out of his bag. Although I didn’t see the one I was already wearing I believed the one in his hand was the size above it.
“Lean over me, love” his free hand reached my shoulders and back as he supported me. My face was once again resting on his far leg, and the hand next to that leg held the plug.
“Open” he said softly as he nudged the plug against my lips. I knew he was asking me to suck on it so I didn’t hesitate to reach my tongue out to lick the plug as he moved it forward into my mouth.
“Play with it, don’t let it out of your mouth” he asked as my lips closed around the narrow part before the flange. It was heavy and awkward in my mouth but I couldn’t think about that for too long. His right hand replaced his left on my back as his left reached down to toy with the plug already inside me. For a few minutes he played with my asshole and the plug. He’d tug at it, gently swipe a finger inside my rim with it, pull it to it’s widest part before letting it sink back into me. He added in a few light slaps that emphasized the feel of it but didn’t come close to making me think they were punishments.
When he finally pulled the plug out he worked some magic to replace it with the one in my mouth nearly instantaneously. I barely had felt the seconds I didn’t have anything in my ass.
I felt the slightly larger stretch of the bigger plug as he continued the same play he had done with the one before. The tugs were met with a little more resistance, and when he let it settle at the widest part before letting it pop back into me the stretch was closer to what I needed. the heat was able to build faster with the my asshole getting more stimulation from the new toy.
“Alright,” He said, hands lifting gently at the shoulders to stand me back up. I felt güngören escort a whine leave my lips before I remembered the goal was to clean up and not get lost playing with each other.
“I want you to wear these” he said, bringing out a big pair of over the ear headphones. I slipped them on and he reached up to hit a button on the right ear. I heard a disembodied voice say Ambient Aware and had not issue hearing the noise around me as he continued to talk.
“You’ll have them on the noise cancelling setting while you vacuum. I’m going to play some audio for you. The full recording is about 50 minutes, so don’t go too fast vacuuming. There’s not a reward for finishing quickly. If you get done vacuuming well before the audio does, just come let me know. I was making an estimation of how long it’d take so I might be wrong but it should be close to a good vacuuming for this place.” He reached over to hit the button again and engaged the voice to let me know Noise Cancelling was selected. His hand moved only slightly from the button to rest at my neck. He didn’t apply pressure but moved his thumb to stroke the side of my neck as he leaned down to kiss me. My eyes closed as his lips met mine. Slowly his tongue lapped into my mouth and I lost myself to the sensation. The noise cancelling didn’t add a ton but it did make me feel his mouth against mine more and there were no distractions from the noises that could come from wet tongues meeting.
He pulled away and reached for his phone. I, breathing faster than I had been and feeling a fresh wetness added between my thighs, went to go get the vacuum. A few seconds later I heard a familiar voice coming through the headphones. It was a narrator we had listened to multiple times together. The deep voice of the narrator paired with the scandalous scenarios he wrote had never failed to help things escalate to a few climaxes during his stories. Usually we played out what he had happening in the story, accompanied by added in vibrators and toys. Now, I just had the audio which would keep me turned on as I could picture both the story and easily take visualize taking place of the main character.
The story he had picked was one with a best friends older brother. I vacuumed as I listened to the description of the friend and sister making a bet, one which the sister would surely lose. As she insisted she could steal his ballcap before the end of the night, he quickly tricked her into a situation that had her climbing up, grinding on his front in an effort to reach it.
I moved smaller items that were left in the way, making sure I got each area clean before moving them back and moving on. The story continued as he agreed she could have the hat if she wore it while she gave him a blow job. The bill of the hatt only briefly got in the way before he grabbed her ponytail through the back and tilted her head up to make her take all of him.
I finished the last corner of the room as she was begging him to fuck her harder, the cap dropped somewhere on the floor and forgotten as they both enthusiastically stripped each other. I was wet enough that some had started to make my thighs wet, which turned me on even more as I felt it when I moved.
I went to go ask about what was next since the audio was still playing. I found him in the kitchen, having done the dishes and cleaned up the counters while I vacuumed. He was wiping down the stovetop as I came up to him and mouthed the words “done vacuuming” I blushed as he smiled at me and I realized I had mouthed the words as if he was also wearing headphones. A quick wink and his kind smile let me push aside any embarrassment at the relatable mistake.
He held up his pointer finger and went to go wash and dry his hands. Meanwhile the audio sounds of fucking filled the headphones. A quick reach to his phone had the audio pausing and I pulled the headphones off to hear him.
“I looked over a few times, it looks great in there! The audio only has a few more minutes but I saw you getting more squirmy during the better parts in the middle there.” He smiled down at me, no hint of being inconvenienced by another hour he’d just spent helping me clean up. His sleeves were rolled up from doing the dishes. His toned forearms and hands seemed to turn me on as they had been on me in my visualizations for the last 40 minutes. I’d felt every shift of the plug as I moved behind the vacuum.
“It looks like we’re all cleaned up except for the usual miscellaneous things out of place” He said, slowly crowding in around me.
“I think so too. Thank you for…well all of this” I was able to look at him and agree. He leaned in for a kiss before leading me back towards the living room. Before I knew much he was handing me the fuzzy socks I’d hesitated to wear earlier. I swapped them out and enjoyed him coming up behind me and gently bumping against my ass as I bent over to do so.
“Stay right like that” he mentioned with his hands on my hips. I noticed he had us right next to the back of the couch as he turned me into it. The plush top of the back rest provided me comfort while providing him the perfect level to line up with me.
“Please fuck me. I can have another reward now, right?” I asked. I was so ramped up from the audio and the past hours of sexually charged cleaning.
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