11-Jan-88 01:06pmSubject: Cooking Lesson Two
Mistress, It is a long drive home, even longer because I take my time. Ican't go into my apartment until my roomates have gone to bed.While I realize that I am being punished, I have no desire toexplain my condition to my brother or to confront his girlfriend "au-naturele".
Lesson One has been learned the hard way. "Restrain yourselfin the presence of your Mistress". If you had wanted me to pleasureyou I would have been told to do so. I overstepped my bounds, andwill work to control myself in the future.
The collar around my neck feels strangely comfortable. I ampleased that you thought I have served someone before. Truth is youare the first woman I have let fully dominate me. I could easilypick the lock and free myself from its constraint, but I do not wantto. For some reason that I have yet to fathom, I do not want tobreach your trust. I have so much to learn about pleasing a womanand I know that you will teach me well.
I have trouble sleeping. My cock aches for relief, and as muchas I feel like masturbating I don't. I remember back to one of theearliest messages I recieved from you on the board. It is no longermy cock it is yours. Somehow I feel relieving myself will bebreaching your trust. I am confused as to why that is so importantto me. When sleep finally overtakes me, I find myself reliving theevents of the day.
It is Saturday morning and my sleep is broken by a phone callfrom you. I am to be at your house at 5pm sharp, not sooner, notlater. I am to clean the house, do the laundry that is in thebasket and be prepared to show you what redeeming domestic value Ihave.
I clean up and get to the task at hand. At 5pm sharp, I arriveat your house with my bag of goodies. As soon as I enter I removemy clothes and hang them in the closet. I put on the apron Ipurchased to protect myself as I do my chores, and hope that youwill not disapprove of it.
I start dinner before setting to clean the house. The basketof clothing that I was told to launder turns out to be all pantiesand lingerie. I do not dare risk washing them in the machine, so Iset to the task of hand washing them all. I hang them in thebathroom and pray that they will be dry before you return home. Ihave no doubts that panties drying in the shower will beunacceptable.
I set the table for one. Tonight you will dine bycandlelight. I have prepared a simple dinner, french onion soup augratin, a small salad, fresh bread, white wine and for desertchocolate ice cream and cappocino, but hope you will approve. Infront of your place setting there is a single red rose, in a budvase. On the plate is a small gift wrapped box.
I am rather pleased with myself, until the front door opens andI remember the lingerie hanging to dry. You call my name and I amremoving my apron as I come to you. I can tell that you are pleasedby what you see, but my face has given away that I have donesomething wrong.
You pull me to you and kiss me on the cheek. "Perhaps, littleboy, I will keep you after all. Wait here while I see what you haveaccomplished."
You return without saying a word about the bathroom. "You mayserve dinner, now." I help you with the chair and you notice thegift. Opening it you find a leather leash. You smile and reach outto give my cock a gentle stroke, and I know that it is going to be along night.
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