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A Day in the Life of Mistress and Me
By Jesse Hall
Editor: Mistress Tena
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This story is basically my imagination running wild. The events are not real (not
yet anyway), but my account of what the ideal day in O/our life would be like.
There are some sexual elements near the end, so this story should not be
viewed by anyone under the age of 18.
Permission is given to share this story as long as (1) the file is whole and
unedited, (2) no fee, toll, or any other form of payment are required to view
it, and (3) credit is given to myself and my Mistress for it.
Translation: this is my story. Share with your friends, put it on your website,
do whatever, just don't mess with it.
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I wake up and look at the red numbers on my alarm clock. The alarm is set to
go off in five minutes. I reach over and turn it off, and slip out of bed. I can't
remember what I dreamed of, but it must have been good, judging from the
way my penis stands at attention. I smile and put on my glasses, and walk
slowly and quietly down the hall into Mistress' bedroom. I open the door a
crack, and see that She is still sleeping. She looks so beautiful while She's
asleep. Her face is without concern or pain. I kneel beside Her bed and wait
patiently for Her to stir. She sleeps soundly for quite some time. Mistress'
clock tells me I?ve been waiting for forty-five minutes before She moves. She
turns to look at me, and I stare deep into Her eyes, where I see a great deal of
love and caring for me. I smile as She asks how I slept, and tell Her I slept
well. I lean up and kiss Her softly on the lips. She sits up and pats Her lap. I
crawl up onto Her lap and She rubs my bottom gently. She raises Her hand
and brings it down on me hard, leaving a nice red handprint. I count slowly in
my head with each swat as she does, all the way to fifty. She rubs my warm
bottom and says good morning to Her boy. I smile, and say good morning
Mistress.
She tells me that I will be doing the kitchen this morning, and then I will fix Her
breakfast. I say yes, Ma'am, and She tells me to hop to it. I slip off of Her lap
and kiss Her on the cheek, then head to the kitchen. I take my apron off of
the hook and put it on. It's funny, how it feels against my bare skin, and to
have no back to it. I think of how Mistress must love seeing me wear it. I
gather the dirty dishes and rinse them off before putting them neatly in the
dishwasher. I put in the soap and start the dishwasher, and then wash the counters
and stove, and sweep the floor. Gosh, the floor sure is dirty, I say to myself. I
should sweep it more often. I?m almost finished when Mistress comes up
behind me and pats my butt. I smile to myself, but keep working. I sweep up
all the dirt on the kitchen floor and empty the dustpan, then put up the broom
and dustpan. I look to my Mistress and see that She is wearing Her favorite
purple shirt and matching shorts. She isn't wearing a bra. I think She likes it
better that way, but I don't say anything to Her. I just smile at Her. She asks
me what is for breakfast, and I tell Her that I am thinking of making pancakes.
She tells me to hurry up, that She is hungry, but then She grins, showing that
She didn't mean it as harsh as She sounded.
I go to the pantry and get the pancake mix off of the highest shelf. I set it on
the counter, then get the milk and eggs from the refrigerator. As I mix the
batter, Mistress catches a good, long look at my butt and whistles. I have a
light chuckle at the compliment. I don't think my butt is much to look at, but
She does.
The pancakes are ready to be served, so I take off my apron, and put on a
shirt. One of Mistress' rules for me (and everyone else in the house) is that
shirts have to be worn to the table when people are eating. I then came back
to set the table. Two big plates, two knives and two forks, along with a plate
of soft butter, a bottle of syrup and a large stack of pancakes are on the table
when I move to my chair. Mistress tells me not yet, to show Her position two.
I say yes, Ma'am, and stand before Her, with my back to Her and my feet at
shoulder-width. I bend over at the waist and rest my hands on my bent knees,
arch my back and lower my head. She shows Her approval by saying good
boy, and before long I feel Her cool hand rub my bottom. She tells me it's still
red, and I nod. She pats my butt and tells me to take my seat, and we say
grace together.
Mistress tells me that breakfast was good, and thanks me. She tells me to get
ready, because we are going for a walk. I say yes, Ma'am, and go off to my
bedroom. I put on some comfortable shorts and a lighter t-shirt, then slip on
my socks and shoes. I return to the kitchen, and She is sitting at the kitchen
table with Her bare feet in plain sight. She tells me to get Her sandals and put
them on. I say yes, Ma'am, and return to Her bedroom. Mistress has a habit
of hiding Her sandals, so I take awhile to find them. When I do, I return to Her
and kneel before Her. I take Her right foot first, and strap the sandal on, and
kiss the foot as I would kiss Her face. Then I take Her left foot and do the
same. She smiles down to me and caresses my face gently. my face feels
warm at Her touch. She tells me to bring a couple of bottles of water, and I
say yes, Ma'am and pull them out of the refrigerator before we go.
The park is not far from our house, and on days like today, when the sun is
bright, but the breeze is cool, it's actually a very pleasant walk. the park is
quiet. Not many people are around. I like it that way, because it makes me feel
like I can be more open with Mistress. We find a nice tree that gives lots of
shade to sit down under, and we talk. We talk about everything and nothing,
as long as it's something. This day in particular, She tells me that we are going
to try something new. She puts a blindfold on me, and makes certain that I
can't see, then leads me around the park by my hand. Even though I am
blindfolded, my head still turns from side to side, trying to get some idea of
where She is leading me. I follow without question, even though my head is
full of them. After a few laps around the park, She leads me home. Once
inside, She tells me to kneel. I do so. Then She tells me that She did this as a
test of trust and faith, and She also tells me that She is very proud of me. I feel
myself blushing as I thank Her for Her praise. I ask Her if it would be okay to
remove the blindfold now, and She says no. I know She is smiling at this
point. She always does this. I ask if She will allow me to stand, and She says
yes. so I stand, and ask again to allow me to remove the blindfold. She
doesn't answer. I call around the house, looking for Her, but still with no
answer. I feel along the walls to Mistress' bedroom. the door is closed. I
knock on it twice, but no answer comes from the inside. I call out for my
Mistress again, but still with nothing. I grope my way along the walls to my
bedroom and call for Her again. She still doesn't answer me. Where could She
be, I wonder to myself. As I turn around, I am suddenly pushed back, and I
stumble backwards onto my bed. She leaps on top of me and tickles me
mercilessly. I laugh and squirm and plead for Her to stop, but She keeps
tickling me. There are times when I can be completely miserable, and
completely happy being miserable, and She can ruin that mood by tickling me.
and She's so darn good at it too. She doesn't stop until I am well out of breath
and my voice is a little hoarse from giggling. She kisses my lips and unties the
blindfold, and as I see Her eyes, I can tell She has had fun with me. Her eyes
are twinkling.
She tells me lunch is on the table. I can't believe I didn't think to check the
kitchen. She tells me to meet Her in the kitchen. I take off my shorts, hoping
She gets a good look at me before She walks out the door, but when I look,
She is already gone. I take off my shoes and socks and return to the table. I
see that Mistress has made two sandwiches and some chips and a soda for
each of us. After we sit down and say grace, I thank Her for doing this for me.
She says you're welcome, boy, and we eat.
After a tasty lunch, the cleanup is light. I have two plates to wash and put
away, as well as the dishes in the dishwasher. When I am done, She asks what
I want to do. It's been a long time since I have seen the Princess Bride, and it's
always been one of my favorite movies. So I ask Her if we can watch that,
and She agrees. I tell Her I?ll get the popcorn and a Pepsi for Her, and She
says that She will start the movie. I put a bag of extra-butter popcorn in the
microwave and get a plastic mug out of the cabinet, because She doesn't like
cups that sweat. I fill the glass with ice and Pepsi, and get a large bowl out for
the popcorn. Just before it finishes, I dash to my room to remove my shirt and
put it in the hamper. As I walk into the kitchen, the microwave beeps and I
remove the popcorn and pour it into the bowl. I hear Her call, move your tail,
the movie has started.
I take the bowl and the mug into the living room. I kneel in front of Her,
presenting both. She takes them and holds them high. I lay down over Her lap
on the couch and She sets the bowl on my back, and the mug just between
my legs. Every now and then, she gives me a soft swat on the butt. I love
watching movies with Her. When we get to the part where Buttercup finally
realizes that Westley loves her by saying as you wish, I ask Mistress if She
would like to have a slave like him. She replies with just a smile. I know She
would like to have other slaves if She could, but I also know that She loves
me dearly, and if She got other slaves, none would be treated differently.
When we get to the part where Fezzik and Westley are wrestling each other, I
ask Her if She would like to have a slave like Fezzik, and She laughs.
The movie is over, and we are talking about what to do for supper. Her
husband won't be off work for another hour or two, and Her son has work
today after school, so he won't be home until after that. I suggest breakfast for
supper, but She doesn't like the idea. I think hard of what I liked for supper
before I came to live with Her. We don't have the pork for pork chops, and
we just had chicken last night. I smile as I get an idea and tell Her not to worry
about supper, that I would take care of it. She asked me what I had in mind,
and I told Her that it was something that my dad did for me way back when,
and that it's simple and takes no time at all to prepare from scratch. She
smiles and says okay, and gives me a few more swats for good measure.
She tells me to run Her a bubble bath. I say yes, Ma'am, and run to the
bathroom. this is Mistress' favorite way to relax. I turn the water on, adjusting
the knob to make sure the water isn't too hot or too cold. Mistress is picky
about this sort of thing. I pour the bubble bath mix and watch the bubbles start
to coat the top of the water. Mistress enters the room in Her bath robe, and
motions for me to turn around. I do so. I close my eyes. I hear the water turn
off and I hear Her step into the water. She thanks me and tells me that the
water is perfect. I smile and say You're welcome, Ma'am. I know it's okay to
look now. She is in the tub, and everything She doesn't want me to see is
underneath the bubbles. I take up a washcloth, dip it into the water, and start
to wash Her back. Her eyes are closed. Her back is beautiful. It's not the first
thing one would notice about Her, but if you get a chance to see it, you will
agree. My Mistress has a beautiful back. I wash Her just over Her shoulders
and just around Her sides, and also down to Her butt. I wet Her hair with the
shower head, and pour shampoo into it, and begin to wash Her hair. She has
beautiful hair, too. She never colors or perms it. It's almost black, but She has
a few gray hairs. Also, it's the softest head of hair you have ever felt. She
doesn't use any body-building or specially treated shampoo to get it soft,
either. Her hair is long, just shy of halfway down Her back. She wants to
grow it all the way down to Her butt, and I?d like to see it like that. I wash Her
hair carefully, twice (to make sure I get it all). I give it a good rinse with the
shower head and She thanks me. I say You're welcome, and She motions for
me to turn around again. I do so, to allow Her to wash Herself. I think
someday, She will allow me to wash Her entire body. Someday, when She
trusts me not to grope Her or something, I think. She finishes and drains the
water, and dries off, and puts Her bath robe back on, all the while I?m turned
around and can't see Her. She taps my shoulder. I turn to face Her, and She
kisses me on the lips, and thanks me for the wonderful bubble bath. I smile
and say, You're welcome.
She tells me that She is going to take a nap. I ask Her if it's okay to play on
my computer for awhile, and She says sure. I kiss Her cheek and tell Her to
nap well, and walk off to my room. I sit on my bed (my computer desk has no
chair, so it sits right next to my bed), and sign online to check my mail. I surf
for a bit and check my comics. just when I start to have fun and get
comfortable, I see the clock and realize that Mistress' husband will be home
any minute. I slip on some clothes to make myself decent and rush to the
kitchen. I?m in the middle of slicing summer sausage when he walks in the
door. He asks where my Mistress is, and I tell him that She is taking a nap. He
nods and goes into their bedroom, leaving me to finish preparing supper. Soon
after, Mistress' son comes home. I ask him how his day went, and he says it
was good. I?m not kidding, he says that every day. He goes off into his room
without another word, and I start slicing up a brick of cheese. I see Mistress'
son walk toward the door, and ask him to stay put because supper will be
ready soon. He says okay, and sits in the living room, turning the TV to
whatever cartoon happens to be popular at the moment.
Sausage, pepperoni, sliced hot dogs, plenty of cheese and crackers, celery,
broccoli, olives, cauliflower, carrots, deviled eggs and ranch dressing, all in
one lazy Susan, set on the table as tonight's main course. I go to Mistress'
room and knock on the door. She invites me in. I step inside and close the
door, then kneel. She and Her husband finish their conversation, then She
turns to me and tells me to speak. I tell Her that supper is on the table, and
She says that they will be there in a minute. I stand and leave the room, and
go back to the kitchen to make sure that everyone's drinks are ready; iced
mint tea for Mistress, plain iced tea for Her husband, and two Dr. Peppers for
Her son and me. We all say grace, giving thanks to our God, and then we eat.
My simple snatch 'n grab supper goes over excellent, and Mistress' son has
extra cheese for dessert.
All that there is to clean is the lazy Susan, so I take it up and put the supper that
wasn't eaten (mostly broccoli and cauliflower) in a bowl in the refrigerator,
and wash the tray. As I return to the table, Mistress tells me to feed the dogs,
and then to meet Her in my room. I say yes, Ma'am, and go out to the garage.
I open the bag of dog food and fill a coffee can full, then take it out to the
back yard. The dogs, eager to get their food, jump up on me in excitement.
Both of them follow me to their bowl and I pour out the dog food into it. I take
the garden hose to fill up their water bucket while they eat. I sit and pet the
dogs for a bit before standing up. I enter the house through the garage, and go
back to my room. The door is closed. funny, I think. I never close my bedroom
door.
I knock on the door. Mistress tells me to enter. I open the door and see Her
there on my bed. She tells me to close the door and I do so. Strip and kneel,
She says, and I slip out of my clothes and kneel before Her on the floor. She
asks me how I feel, and I tell Her that I feel a little nervous. She has a surprise
for me, She says, and tells me to hold out my hands and close my eyes. I
close my eyes tight and hold out my hands, and I feel a piece of medium-soft
plastic drop into my hands. I ask if this is what I think it is, and She tells me to
open my eyes. There it is. My very first dildo. It's about six inches long, not
counting the stop at the end, and an inch and a half at its widest. Mistress is
smiling almost as wide as I am. Play with it, She says. I lick all up and down its
length, closing my eyes, trying hard to make Her get into it as well, but She
makes no sign I can recognize. I take it into my mouth, but it doesn't go as far
back as I?d like. I didn't want to choke myself on my first dildo, so I just
sucked on it for awhile, and rubbed the wet tip around my nipples. I looked
up to Her, and Her eyes seemed to be lost in me. I take it back into my mouth
and suck on it, removing it seductively slow, then rub the end of it against the
head of my penis, and around my balls. She asks if I?m having fun, and I say
yes, Ma'am. I reach into a drawer on my computer desk and pull out the lube
that I have used up to this point for butt plugs. I coat the dildo in lube and lay
my upper body down on the floor, butt in the air and turned so Mistress can
see, and slowly push the dildo inside me. It's a bit wider than I?m used to, and
goes deeper than any of my plugs. I moan softly as I work the dildo inside of
me. I can only imagine what my Mistress must be thinking now, watching Her
boy playing with his toy. The plugs never made me feel like this does. I feel like
I want to cum soon, so I tell Her, and She tells me to control it. I try not to
move the dildo as fast or as hard. I hear Her moving behind me, but I don't
look. She reaches between my legs and fondles my balls. I moan loudly and
beg Her to let me cum. She tells me if I ask again, we will stop everything, so I
keep quiet. for awhile, I even stop moaning. But the dildo feels so good inside
me, and Mistress' hand is like magic against my balls. I moan again She takes
the dildo in Her other hand and thrusts it deep and fast. I want to cum so
badly. I plead to Her with my moans. Cum for me boy, She says. I moan
loudly and cum hard, breathing raggedly. For a moment, everything is lost to
me, and I can only think of cumming to please my Mistress. I feel my cum drip
from my belly when I regain myself. I try hard to catch my breath. Mistress
tells me to assume position three. I stand up, put my hands on the floor just in
front of my feet, which are at shoulder-width, and my head is up. She slowly
pulls the dildo out of me. I groan as my anus reluctantly releases the toy, and a
feeling of emptiness consumes me.
I feel Mistress' hands on my hips. She is grabbing my hips. Why is she doing
this, I wonder. It's then that I feel the dildo pressing once again at my anus. I
moan as it slides in, and then I feel Her skin against mine. I could cum again
this very instant. She's using a strap on! She pulls out and slowly pushes back
in, and asks me if I?m ready. I moan out a yes, and She pulls out again. She
thrusts into me hard, and pulls out slow. Hard and slow, hard and slow, She
keeps going. I can't believe what I?m feeling now. I tell Her I need to cum
again, and She silently shushes me and says She knows. She picks up Her
pace quickly. My legs are like jelly, and my elbows feel like they're going to
buckle, the desire to cum is so great. Mistress tells me to get down on my
knees again, and I do slowly. She rams Her strap on deep inside me and starts
again, hard and fast. I beg Her again to let me cum, please, and She tells me
to hold for just a minute longer. I clench my teeth and try hard to control it.
She pumps into me hard one last time and says, cum with Me, My darling. I let
loose my barriers and cum again, making a mess on the floor and my belly,
but the air is filled with the lovely scent of my Mistress' nectar.
I feel Her pull out of me as I am trying to catch my breath. I hear the sound of
my toy hitting the ground as She removes it from Her harness. I hear my bed
accept Her as She sits down. I hear Her pat Her lap, and say, come here, My
boy. I turn around and see Her, sitting on my bed, completely nude except for
the harness. I crawl up into Her lap and lay over it. She rubs my bottom
gently, and raises Her hand, delivering fifty swift swats. I feel a tear run down
my cheek as She rubs my now warm bottom, as I realize that just six months
ago I was lost in Texas and going nowhere fast. If someone had told me that I
would now be laying over a Lady's lap getting spanked, I?d have plainly said
they were crazy. Now here I am, accepting that reality proudly. Mistress asks
me why I?m crying, and I simply tell Her, I love You. She kisses me and says I
love you as well, and just holds me for awhile.
She says that Her bath robe is hanging on my door. I felt dense for missing it
on my way in, but I fetch it for Her and help Her into it. She smiles and hugs
me again, kissing me on the lips. She tells me to sleep sweet, and I tell Her
sweet dreams. She smiles as She leaves my room. I clean my new toy and put
it away, and crawl into bed. I reach over and set the alarm. I drift off to sleep,
wondering what tomorrow will bring.
the end
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