avond
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Joined: 1/17/2006
From: The Netherlands
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I am avond, a young handsome submissive man from the Netherlands. If you are a dominant young woman and you like the story, feel free to contact me...
The chores
It was a windy morning, when I rang the doorbell. Number 4a, must be right... I heard footsteps on the floor coming at the door. To my surprise, the door was not opened by an old lady, but by a stunning woman: slim, long blond curly hair, shiny blue eyes, a big smile, beautiful blouse, short summer dress and bling-bling ballerina shoes. I am working as a cleaner for old people that cannot really help themselves anymore, but this seemed like better business.
"Come in!" the lady said. "I know I am a bit young, but I am suffering from fatigue disease and cannot really do the cleaning myself". She told me her name was Sarah, didn't work due to her disease. She told me I could start with the kitchen, showed me where the cleaning devices were. Then she boiled me some tea. She gave me a big smile, I was enchanted and stared back into her eyes, for what seemed to be ages... I was lost.
"It's hot here, isn't it? Why don't you undress, while I go and change clothes too?"She suddenly said, touching my arm and looking me straight in the eye. "Good idea", I said. "Good boy", she replied, put a quick kiss on my mouth and disappeared.
I undressed, transfixed by the idea of making love with Sarah. Then I heard heavy steps coming towards the room. It was Sarah. She was not naked. She wore a short leather jacket, jeans and heavy black shiny pointy boots. In her hand a small whip, that she put under her belt. She smiled, more beautiful than ever before. "I see you're not working." "Be a good boy, or I have to be more strict with you. Are you going to listen to me and be a good boy?" Still transfixed by her beauty and power, I said: "Yes Sarah". She gave me a cross look: "Mistress Sarah for you, little slut." "Yes, mistress Sarah." "Good, slut. Now, is this clean? You have to wipe this again, now harder."
Mistress Sarah worked me hard. She made me lick the edges of her kitchen floor clean, lick her toilet and she kicked me if she wasn't content. After a lot of hard work, she smiled: "Creep to the bench, my pet. So I did, and her heavy boots were walking beside me, menacing. Then she sat in front of me and made me look up at her on all fours. I thought she was incredibly beautiful, a real goddess, sexy and powerful. In fact, I was honored to be in her presence as a little slut and being able to obey her every wish. Her curly hair, her smile, her boots...
We talked a little, she asked me lots of questions about my life, my parents. And then she said: "Get the polish from the box over there. I want my boots to be shiny new, little slut!" I polished and polished, and then she made me lick them for half an hour, mostly ignoring me, but sometimes petting me if I did it right, or slapping me if I did it wrong. Then she stood up, raised the point of her boot under my chin so I had to look up at my Mistress. "Stand up, my pet, and turn around." I did, and she chained my hands behind my back, put a leash on my neck and a ball in my mouth. Then she led me trough the house, looking at me severe. She swiped her fingers on the surface of places and showed me the dust. "You little bitch!" she scolded, "You really don't know how to clean. I have to be stricter with you!" Then she hung my leash on a hook and gave me a whipping. Somehow, I felt fearful and excited at the same time. At night, she put me in the back of her car naked and bound and drove. The car stopped, she pulled me out and made me beg for mercy and lick her boots.
Then she put my leash around a tree. "That was my grandmother's house by the way. She is away for a few days", she said, smiling sweetly. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. Bound to the tree naked, I saw her walking to her car, wearing her leather jacket, jeans and heavy boots. She smiled at me. I was transfixed. The car honked two times, and drove away in the night.
< Message edited by avond -- 7/5/2007 2:04:57 PM >
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Thank you for letting me sit at your feet, Mistress
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