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My Mistress-Wife came home from work yesterday after a difficult day. She was extremely agitated and, as usual, worked out her frustrations on me.
I greeted her as i am supposed to, on my knees wearing only the panties she set out for me to wear under my work clothes earlier in the day with a drink in one hand outstretched for her, eyes downcast. Without saying a word, She snatched the drink and downed it in one gulp, never a good sign. She glared at me for several minutes as i knelt there then an evil look entered her eyes.
"Get me another drink, sissy." She said. I've only been home a few minutes but I can see that you haven't completed your list of chores!
She stormed into the living room and stood in front of her favorite chair. I scurried over to remove her shoes and stockings, hoping to give no further offence. I was confused; i thought i had done all my chores well that day. My Mistress-Wife gave a little sigh of relief as she sat and smiled in pleasure at my gentle touch as i began to massage her pretty toes. I rubbed her feet and calves and she looked to be relaxing.
"Good, maybe she's not in such a bad mood after all." i thought. She lifted Her skirt a little and told me to rub her thighs as well. Since she's extremely ticklish, i had to be very careful here! I could tell she was becoming aroused and wasn't surprised when she told me to remove her wonderful sexy panties. She stretched her legs, then opened them a little and grabbed a handful of my hair with the hand not holding her drink and pulled my head between her legs. I slowly began licking her closely trimmed pussy, gradually getting closer and closer to glorious crevice between them.
I knew that it was my job to clean Her pussy every night after she came home from work. If I played my cards right and did a good job she would sink into my ministrations and have me bring her to several orgasms. Tonight she wasn't feeling very charitable however. I tried every trick i knew to arouse her sexually, to channel her energy into pleasure instead of the evening of pain and humiliation i saw on the horizon. Knowing She is a highly active woman sexually, i knew it was a bad sign when she abruptly grabbed my hair again, rubbed her very wet pussy all over my face and pushed me roughly away. Giving my Mistress-Wife only one orgasm is like pouring gas onto an already raging fire. I knew i was in deep trouble.
She reached beside her chair and grabbed the paddle she keeps there for the times when she gets this way, and said she had a problem with one of my weekly chores. My duties around the house fall into daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly categories. Failure in one of them was punished by according to it's frequency. The more rare the chore the greater the punishment. I knew what was coming. My Mistress-Wife looked at me with dangerous eyes and said that as she was entering the house she noticed that the yard had not been mowed in quite some time.
I wanted to protest that I had mowed just 3 days ago but realized at the last moment that she didn't care. She pulled me over her lap and started spanking my bottom over my silky panties, which did
nothing to prevent the stinging swats from quickly turning my tush bright red. She knows that for some perverse reason this gets me excited and quickly noticed a tiny hardness pressing insistently into her leg. I could almost see the smile on her beautiful face as my Mistress-Wife chose to be offended by the growing dark spot in the front of the pink satin string bikini panties I was wearing. She quickly dumped me onto the floor and ordered me to bend over the couch. She pulled my panties down to my knees and grabbed the paddle. I could hear the whoosh as it swept through the air and felt the hot sting as she brought it down on my already sore bottom. Six more times I felt the painful sting as she made me count each stroke. Then i thanked her for teaching me Her lesson.
She was feeling just mean enough to order me to slap in my largest plug and secure it on the harness and to put on my "daisy duke" cut-off shorts, girly sandals and nothing else, climb up on the rider mower and get busy on the lawn. She knew what torture i would feel in the hot late afternoon sun as my sweat dripped onto the sore spots and my legs came in contact with the burning hot seat of the mower. Since I had an acre to mow, i was in for a rough time, bouncing on my sore bottom.
I was sure that the neighbors could all see the welts on my legs as i rode around and the around the yard. I knew that they no longer wondered about my mowing habits since they had gotten used to them after so many years but i still wondered if the nosy folks across the street laughed when they saw my overly fleshed body bouncing around on the mower, or if they knew that the pink they saw peaking out of the carefully located holes in my shorts was from my cute girly frillies. I was pretty sure that they didn't know about the occasional butt plug but i often saw my Mistress-Wife over talking to them and pointing in my direction and then they would all laugh. My Mistress-Wife knows my fears and plays them up every chance she gets.
By the time i was done with the lawn i knew that i was late getting dinner started. I also knew that this was not the day for that to happen. It turned out, i was right. She had already ordered pizza, which is good since i love pizza, but she had to have her twist on it. It was being delivered. I thought that that was nice since my rear was already sore and a ride in the car wouldn't have helped anything. I went into the house and she told me she was disgusted with the way i smelled of sweat and mower exhaust and ordered me to get cleaned up quickly.
Getting cleaned up was a ritual that involved washing everything and shaving everything, yes everything except for my head. I lathered up and made sure that my chin, pits, crotch, legs, arms and tush were free of hair. While i was showering my Mistress-Wife had laid out my clothes for the evening. She wanted me in my slutty French maid's outfit, complete with apron and a pretty frilly maid's cap. There was a matching lacy bra to wear and i saw that She had put little disks of extra fine sandpaper in the cups. Yes Goddess.
I came out of the bedroom in my pretty outfit and Mistress-Wife giggled and handed me a pair of sexy black high heeled shoes, the kind with the strap that goes around the ankle and a 4 inch heel. She told me to hurry as i bent over to put them on and she gave my sore bottom a playful slap and giggled again as i gasped. I straightened up and she ordered me to pose for her so she could apply my make up. Not much, just some bright lipstick and mascara. She didn't want me to look like a woman. She wanted me to look like a sissy boy in panties and ladies clothes.
Just then the doorbell rang, the pizza was here. Mistress-Wife handed me her purse and told me to go to the door and get it. I was horrified at the thought that the delivery boy would see me in my outfit. I started to protest but Mistress-Wife said that i looked enough like a girl that the delivery man might not notice. I started whining again and she reached behind the door and brought out Mable, Her two inch wide, foot and a half long black leather strap. I gulped and went to the door. Oh crap, it wasn't a delivery boy, it was a delivery woman. She was about 23 or so and very cute. We live in a college town and there is no end of opportunities for Mistress-Wife to humiliate me! The pretty brunette's eyes widened in disbelief as I opened the door. She never said anything abot it but I could see her trying not to burst out laughing. I paid for the pizza and told her to keep the change. She said "Thank you, miss!" with a grin. I blushed and went back into the kitchen. I as the pizza woman drove away I saw her laughing into her cell phone. Oh, great.
Mistress-Wife had a big smile on her face and asked me how I liked my little adventure. I mumbled that i hated it and she grinned even bigger and told me to lift my skirt up. I blushed and lifted it up. Mistress-Wife burst out laughing as she saw my little hard-on poking my panties out from my body and yet another spot of precum that had darkened an area the size of a nickel. "Don't try to lie to me my little sissy panty boy" she said, mockingly, "My little toy there always gives you away!"
