Dusting While Wearing High Heels

Why WOULD she be mad? He had done all the chores Mistress Alexa had left him with-and done a good job, too. The last thing she had done before leaving with her girlfriend was humiliate him thoroughly by having him in his heels and hose along with his frilly apron-nothing else-dusting in the entryway when Sis arrived and came thru.

Dusting wasnt so bad, but having to do it with my hands chained to my sides and a feather duster stuffed up my bottom was a challenge. Balanced on my heels and backing up to objects and shaking my ass at them was difficult, but it certainly amused the stronger women in the room as they laughed a bit too hard. Good bitch, my Mistress chortled-shake that ass! practice that! Youll soon be doing it on a street corner!

I had to be careful not to break anything, so it took forever to complete a simple task. Just before She left, Mistress Alexa told me to get my sissy dick hard so that it would slide out from under my apron. (How embarrassing!) She wasn’t unchaining my hands either. I stood and started shaking my hips in the hopes that my swinging cock would rub against my lacy apron for Mistress Alexa.

As i felt it respond slightly the two of them could not help laughing at my predicament as i bent my knees and mounted the corner of the couch and attempted to give IT a rollicking fuck, but it was too low to really help. i was like a full balloon trying to run into a pin and Mistress finally came over and reached under my apron. Staring me right in the eyes with a devilish smile, she slowly stroked my cock until my knees were quivering and i had filled her fist with solid meat. She stopped and lifted my apron and grabbed a hold as though she were selecting something at the corner deli.

She walked away and grabbed her purse and unchained my hands and told me to get a move on-finish those chores. and i had-finished them all. So why shouldnt i go surfing with my buddies? We were only gonna be out a couple hours and only if we were happy with the waves. i mean if the waves were great, we may just stay for a few sets-if that. hell yeah, its barely 11 am, lets go. and i did-coming home a little after 12:30, to a Mistress sitting at her computer, quietly. i quickly showered and asked her if she would like some lunch.
“I already ate. did you have fun, you little cumbucket?”

i told her it was pretty decent and the water was warm.

She spun around in her chair and said “I expected you to be here when I got home”.

“I wanted you to model some panties for my friends. By the way, I forget, did i put ‘go surfing’ on your chore list?”–
My heart skipped. “No ma’am”.
-“I didnt think so. take off your shorts.”
i removed my khaki shorts and stood before my Mistress in light yellow thong panties.
“Lets go out back,” she ordered.
i walked behind her, gauging the strident manner in which she moved-she was pissed. we got out to the middle of the lawn where she had hammered four stakes into the ground. they had cuffs chained to them.

“Lie down-on your stomach. You wanted sun, the smell of the beach and friends? you got ’em!”

She fastened my ankles securely. She fastened both wrists. She took a piece of raw ginger and stuffed it between my cheeks, and up inside me. “Does it sting a little, bitch?” -“yes Mistress”. “good. My friends will be here in a few hours.” –she started to walk away-“oh. one more thing”; she knelt by my hips and produced a bottle of suntan lotion and i felt her apply it to my back, thoughtfully. and then she placed her hand on my asscheek and outlined it with the lotion, then removed her hand and covered the portion of my ass outside of that with more lotion. she repeated that on the other cheek-informing me that in a few hours i would have nice red handprints on my whore ass.

While still kneeling she reached under me and tugged my balls free from my panties and fastened a long ribbon tightly around them. then tied it to a smaller stake between my spread thighs. whats THIS about, i wondered. i could not move at all. She chuckled and cleaned her hands in my hair and stood. “by the way bitch. the lotion on your back says S-L-U-T!–it should come in nice and clear-its supposed to be about 92 degrees today. real big letters too!” she admired her handywork one last time as she walked off leaving me to bake to her specifications.

“and since you enjoy the beach so much, we will go there tomorrow-together. with your new tan.”—-youd think that as she strode into the house the sound of her laughter would peter out. nope. the only peter out was on the staked out slut in the yellow thong…….

As she walked into the cool clean house she could feel her ass cheeks pushing against each other like two tight rubber balls. She kicked off her shorts and slid her hand in between her thighs. Just creamy enough, she thought. And sat down at her computer.

She heard the bitch outside talking to himself.

 I washed all the Dr. Pepper mist off the walls, and I ironed the bed linens and the coverlets, smooth just like your cunt, your busy bossy cunt. Stop crying I mean if I have to I will but you are killing me!

She thought she really must do something about him. Send him to Apple University so he could build her a yummy app. A sissy punishment app   which would track and monitor the bitch as he performed his chores, and register all his hard-ons,  his cummy leaks, detect the movement and the coloration of his errant cock…. and assign specific punishments, canings, schedule carpet-beating sessions…

She heard a ding. A message, from the bitch! He was texting her from the backyard.

It IS hot! Nasty horny hot. Could you PLEASE tell me how to file a complaint about a Ms Alexa? and what her panties look like?

She smiled. He could sniff out her cream from a lawn away. Ding.

Wait-no fuck that. Alexa please believe me im not sure what you want me to do with this cock. just tell me.

She had been shopping for panties all day. For the bitch, for the friends, for the neighbors. A garden party with a little fashion show afterwards, with the bitch modeling the inventory. The neighbors would get a giggle …

Back to work. She stopped at houseboys.net and thought that she should probably post a picture of the bitch in her new panties on the front page of Houseboys.net. Show the visiting sissies how they would look after a few short weeks with Mistress Alexa. It all begins with a call, began with a call. Ding!

Except that this bitch started texting her cell phone, not a week into his training and he was dinging her with enthusiastic descriptions of himself as server, duster, lover.