Just an ordinary Day
by cricketjeff on September 15, 2007. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The alarm wakes her, half past six every morning. The cage isn’t locked, she
can crawl out silently. If she hasn’t been locked in, or otherwise restrained,
and if her master is here she must wake him appropriately at 7. Although he
isn’t she still follows the ritual perfectly. Roll the dice, a 3 that means a
blow job, 1-2 for cunt, 5-6 for ass. That makes things a little easier getting
her bum ready first thing in the morning takes time. On all fours to the
bathroom, no standing until master is awake. Read the list, no punishment
scheduled today so she can use hot water, always start with a shave, then wash
and perfume as usual. Teeth cleaned perfectly (a blow job remember) now hair
and make up. Finally two fingers make sure she is wet enough if needed and a
little lube back there is a good idea, he likes that.
Now crawl to Masters bed to check he isn’t there. Seven exactly pull back the
covers, just as if he was there.
Finally allowed stand, no reward today. Make his bed always bending at the
waist legs apart, not how she was taught by Mum! To the kitchen. she knows what
the list says to eat, but she reads it carefully anyway. Master has decided she
should lose weight. Even though it did take him weeks to get the hint! Cereal
in the bowl on the floor, milk, no sugar. No spoon or hands allowed so it isn’t
quick. Bowl licked clean, then into the dishwasher. Check the time. Kneel by
the side of the table hands on knees mouth open. Part of her thinks “No-one
would know if I just sat down and read a book”, but she would know, write it
down in the book and ask to be punished.
Eight O’clock. The list says masturbate for five minutes, don’t cum. this is
important, the only time today she will be allowed to touch herself, apart from
cleaning up after the loo of course. He insists she does it properly, teetering
on the brink for almost half the time today. Stopping is SO hard. Now roll the
dice again.
A two. Two items of clothing today, coat and shoes are allowed out of doors and
she can keep the shoes on at work. But which two items. All her dresses are
short and tight, and anyway her panties don’t actually cover anything so it’s
dress and bra today, a three would mean stockings of course, he will be cross
she rolled a two.
Final check on the make-up, open dress to pinch nipples hard he likes them to
be tender, they stand up more that way. Shoes and coat in hand she goes out the
door.
It is hard just being herself, not that she is ever really not a slave, but she
has a job and must keep to it. Her master insists. Shoes and coat on and into
the car. Her colleagues have wondered about the changes she has made, very
revealing clothes, a much quieter manner, but above all she is almost always
happy at work.
There is nothing to be said about her working day. It is just that except that
every trip to the loo she is careful to touch herself as little as possible,
well except to punish her nipples to make them stand and and ache all day.
She finishes late, that means she wil be late home, and black marks in the
punishment book, six minutes today. These are adding up, will she receive all
the punishment at once or spread over days. Shoes and coat off before entering
the house. Meals to prepare, there must be food for master, should he come
today.
Seven O’clock. Must be nude before seven thirty, or dressed as directed. She
checks the list. Collar cuffs and plugs. The collar and cuffs are easy, not the
silver ones, only Master can fit them to take her out. Not the heavy brass
ones, replicas or Slave restraining devices from two hundred years ago, they
are only for punishment, buckle the leather as tight as she dares. Now back to
the dreaded dice. First a five and then a six. The two largest dildos, at least
she can choose which goes where. She has taken too long getting cuffed, her
cunt is as wet as a bath the number six will be no trouble but it is a struggle
to lubricate and fit the number five in her arse. She gasps aloud but manages
to seat it properly. A set of staps will hold them in place until time to
prepare for bed.
Back to the food, Master’s on the table, hers in a bowl on the floor. It takes
almost an hour to eat, and is cold and congealled before she is satisfied her
bowl is clean enough. Master’s food is thrown away untouched. Lovingly prepared
and vastly more tasty than the meal she had for herself.
Kneel and wait. Nine O’clock. Ten O’clock. Time to wash and clean herself
inside and out. Check the list. Still allowed hot water.
Bathed and with a fairly small enema held in place with a plug she lovingly
writes the day’s events in the diary, including all her misdemeanours, however
small. There will be many strokes when her master is there.
A final rinse inside and out, check the master bedroom is ready in case he
should come.
Eleven O’clock time to shut herself in the cage, according to the list.
As she curls herself under the coarse dog blanket that is all she is allowed
she muses how good her life has become since becoming a slave.
Ah yes she thinks, I’ll have to start looking for a master soon…
Author notes
I don’t write prose, this will probably tell you all why. I quite like my
attempts at erotic rhyme. I don’t know what to make of this.
English