SubmissiveMidwesternMan
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- Aug 15, 2017
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Anyone want to chat, rp, or just converse?
It was Sunday and that always meant one thing, a day of cleaning, and while that may sound drab to some to him it meant a day with his Mistress and who could ask for more than that? He particularly loved the days she wore strappy peep toe shoes while she provided supervision. This morning started with dishes and laundry. Laundry was easy enough, though he always felt an extra watchful eye on him, as if she feared he’d take her stockings for his own amusement. He wouldn’t, but still played liked she thought he might as it led to a beautiful terseness in her voice that she knew brought shivers to his skin. Next came dishes, a favorite and a bane, for it only meant one thing – trying to focus on clean dishes while enduring her merciless tease.
The sink full of bubbles and warm water, lips dry he swallows hoping for what comes next. As he hoped she hops up on the counter next to him and starts the pleasant conversation between just them. He adores this time, away from the world, away from everyone, just the two of them always amazed at how the feel of it brings him completeness. As if she can unlock what he keeps hidden from the world. “Have you been good my pet?” she questions, watching as his strong hands dip below the water, cleaning the plates and dishes and spoons. Moments role by and they just are, conversation mingled with her various teases, with him doing his best to provide tease back at her in a way that won’t lead to his back side turning red.
It was Sunday and that always meant one thing, a day of cleaning, and while that may sound drab to some to him it meant a day with his Mistress and who could ask for more than that? He particularly loved the days she wore strappy peep toe shoes while she provided supervision. This morning started with dishes and laundry. Laundry was easy enough, though he always felt an extra watchful eye on him, as if she feared he’d take her stockings for his own amusement. He wouldn’t, but still played liked she thought he might as it led to a beautiful terseness in her voice that she knew brought shivers to his skin. Next came dishes, a favorite and a bane, for it only meant one thing – trying to focus on clean dishes while enduring her merciless tease.
The sink full of bubbles and warm water, lips dry he swallows hoping for what comes next. As he hoped she hops up on the counter next to him and starts the pleasant conversation between just them. He adores this time, away from the world, away from everyone, just the two of them always amazed at how the feel of it brings him completeness. As if she can unlock what he keeps hidden from the world. “Have you been good my pet?” she questions, watching as his strong hands dip below the water, cleaning the plates and dishes and spoons. Moments role by and they just are, conversation mingled with her various teases, with him doing his best to provide tease back at her in a way that won’t lead to his back side turning red.
