In the quietude of the dawn, before the sun had even considered peeking over the horizon, you, Eric, awoke with a purpose. Your heart pounded with anticipation, your cock already stirring at the thought of the day ahead. You reached for the note left on your nightstand, Sondra's elegant script dancing across the page, her demands clear and unyielding.
"Eric, my dear, obedient pet," the note began, and just those words sent a shiver of delight down your spine. "Today, you will tend to our home as I require. The kitchen and dining room must be spotless, not a speck of dust or a crumb out of place. Lunch for work must be prepared precisely as I like it. And breakfast—waffles, eggs, bacon—must be ready by 7:30 AM. If you obey and please me, I may allow you the privilege of rubbing my feet before I leave for work. But fail, and you know the consequences."
You swallowed hard, your dick twitching at the thought of her punishments as much as her rewards. You slipped out of bed, your naked body already responding to the promise of the day. On the chair at the end of the bed, Sondra had laid out your attire for the day—a pair of pink, lacy panties and a frilly pink and white maid's apron. You dressed slowly, savoring the feel of the lace against your skin, the way it hugged your growing erection. The apron was tied snugly around your waist, the frills brushing against your thighs as you moved.
You made your way to the kitchen, your heart pounding with each step. The room was a mess from last night's dinner, but you saw it as an opportunity to please Sondra. You started with the dishes, the warm water and soap suds enveloping your hands as you scrubbed each plate, each glass, each utensil with meticulous care. You could almost feel Sondra's approval with every item you cleaned, her praise echoing in your mind.
Next, you moved to the dining room, dusting the furniture with a feather duster, the soft bristles tickling your skin as you worked. You vacuumed the floor, the hum of the machine filling the room as you moved it back and forth, back and forth, ensuring not a single speck of dust remained. You could see Sondra's satisfaction in the gleaming surfaces, the pristine floor.
With the cleaning done, you turned your attention to lunch. You carefully selected the ingredients, your hands moving with precision as you prepared her favorite salad—spinach, strawberries, goat cheese, and walnuts, dressed with a light vinaigrette. You packed it in the container she preferred, sealing it with a kiss, a promise of your devotion.
Breakfast was next. You mixed the waffle batter, the scent of vanilla and warmth filling the kitchen as you cooked them to a golden brown. You fried the bacon until it was crisp, the eggs cooked just the way she liked them—over easy, the yolk still runny. You arranged it all on a plate, a feast fit for a queen.
As you finished, you heard the rustle of Sondra stirring in the bedroom. Your heart raced, your dick hardening in anticipation. You quickly tidied up the kitchen, ensuring it was spotless, then hurried to the bedroom. Sondra was sitting up in bed, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes already assessing your work.
"Good morning, my pet," she purred, her voice like honey. "Have you done as I asked?"
You nodded eagerly, your dick straining against the lace of your panties. "Yes, Mistress. Everything is done to your specifications."
Sondra smiled, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Then come here and show me your devotion. Rub my feet before I go to work."
You knelt at the foot of the bed, your hands trembling with anticipation as you took her feet in yours. You massaged them gently, your fingers working the arches, the heels, the toes, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips. You could feel her satisfaction, her approval, and it filled you with a sense of purpose, of belonging.
As she left for work, she turned to you, her eyes dark with desire. "You've pleased me today, Eric. But remember, my pet, your service to me is never truly done. There will always be more for you to do, more ways for you to show your devotion."
And as you watched her leave, you knew she was right. Your service to her was a journey, a path of submission and pleasure that you would walk for as long as she desired. And you couldn't wait to see where it would lead you next.
You spent the rest of the day in a haze of anticipation, your mind filled with thoughts of Sondra, of her touch, her commands, her pleasure. You cleaned the house, did the laundry, prepared dinner, all with the same meticulous care, the same devotion. And as the day wore on, your arousal grew, your dick hardening in your panties, your body aching for her touch.
When Sondra finally returned home, you were waiting for her, kneeling by the door, your head bowed, your body trembling with anticipation. She smiled as she saw you, her eyes gleaming with approval.
"Good pet," she said, her voice soft, her touch gentle as she stroked your hair. "You've done well today. But now, it's time for your reward."
She led you to the bedroom, her hands guiding you, her touch sending shivers of delight down your spine. She stripped you of your apron, your panties, leaving you naked and vulnerable before her. She pushed you onto the bed, her hands exploring your body, her touch igniting fires of desire within you.
She straddled you, her pussy wet and ready, her eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me, Eric," she commanded, her voice a whisper, a plea. "Show me your devotion, your love, your submission."