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Chapter Twenty One
Tom spent the next half hour folding and refolding the towels per
Princess Dee's instructions. She verbally rebuked him every time one of
the towels he folded was a different size than all the others. "You are
sloppy Tiffany. As a maid you need to show perfection in your work. Do
them all over again. Keep doing it until you get it right. You will want
to be able to do this correctly the first time if you are to going to be
successful in your career as a maid."
'My career as a maid?' Tom thought to himself. 'She is mad. There is no
way on earth I'll do this as a career. Besides, nobody wants a man as a
maid. Nobody would ever hire me.'
Princess Dee then instructed Tom to drain the water, rinse the beans
thoroughly, refill the pot with water, and to put it on high heat to boil
for the next forty-five minutes. Once he did that, it was right back to
towel folding practice for another half an hour. Tom was grateful when
Princess Dee stopped him and told him to go add half a cup of brown rice
in with the beans. By now, Tom was more than hungry. He had not eaten
since breakfast and his stomach began to rumble as the smell of the food
wafted through the house. However, as hungry as he was, he just did not
look forward to this meal. Fifteen minutes later Princess Dee instructed
him to drain the water, rinse the rice and beans with cold water, and
thoroughly strain out the excess water before putting them back in the
pot.
Once Tom had done all this, Princess Dee informed him to get a trivet,
cereal bowl, and serving spoon and to bring everything including his
other food purchases out to his coffee table. Tom looked up at the camera
and asked, "What's a trivet? Or a serving spoon? Do you mean a large
spoon?"
Princess Dee looked stunned "Wow Tiffany, didn't you ever take Home
Economics in school? Didn't your family ever have fancy dinners; even
just at Thanksgiving and Christmas time?" Tom shook his head no. He was
actually embarrassed at his lack of knowledge in this. Princess Dee
continued, "A trivet is a stand for putting hot pots and dishes on so
they don't damage your table. A serving spoon is normally the one bigger
than a tablespoon in a set. You do have a flatware or silverware set,
don't you?"
"Yes Princess Dee, I do," Tom replied. "Why didn't you just say a large
spoon to begin with? Yes I have a pot holder to put the pot on." Tom was
exasperated. Why couldn't she just use plain English?
Princess Dee responded with, "If you are going to represent me as a maid
then you need to learn the proper terminology as well as the correct way
of doing things. Is that understood Tiffy?" Tom just nodded his head and
went back to collect everything as instructed.
When he returned, Princess Dee instructed him to use one or two cabbage
leaves to line the bowl before filling it up with the cold beans and
rice. She told him this was the base meal he would eat from now on, and
that the only variety was the one topping he could use for each meal. She
also told him that for tonight that topping was to be six spinach leaves.
Tom was flabbergasted. Did she really expect him to eat nothing but this
for every meal? Surely, she would allow him more variety than just
broccoli, cauliflower, radishes, spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, or onions
as a singular topping on a bed of rice and bean covered cabbage leaves.
Nobody could eat like this for any length of time, and Tom was not even
sure if he could eat it even just this once. Princess Dee then told Tom
to go put everything in the fridge including the pot, which he was to
cover.
"Bon app?tit Tiffany! Enjoy your meal and understand that from now on
every meal that you eat at home will be right here in front of the camera
so I can be sure that you are not cheating on your diet. When you're done
eating every bite in the bowl, I will excuse you for the rest of the
night. I've seen your eating habits, and know full well what all of this
fiber will do to you. Don't worry, after a few days your body will begin
to acclimate itself to your new diet." Princess Dee said with a wicked
smile and giggle.
Tom began to eat and found that it was just as bland as Princess Dee had
said it would be. The texture was still firm, almost like 'al-dente'
pasta. The only thing that gave it any flavor was when he also got one of
the spinach leaves in a spoonful. Tom retched several times but continued
to eat and managed to keep it down.
"As I said before Tiffy, when you are done eating you are free to enjoy
the rest of the night and not completely your nightly tasks as I am sure
you will be indisposed or preoccupied. In the meantime let me tell you a
little about the Fitbit Flex and how I will be using it," Princess Dee
said. "First, I will be able to monitor your physical activities and set
you daily exercise goals. Failure to meet those goals will result in
penalties or punishments. Second, I can set up to eight daily alarms on
it. So, for instance, I could set one for two o' five am and give you one
minute to show up in your uniform here in front of the camera; and I
could do this seven more times each night at random times. Again, failure
to complete this requirement in time would result in a penalty or
punishment. Just knowing that you won't be able to put them on and be in
front of the camera in time will help enforce your uniform requirements.
Pretty nifty, don't you think?" Princess Dee asked him rhetorically.
Hearing this further level of intrusion did little for Tom's stomach,
which had already started to grumble quite angrily even before he eaten
the cabbage at the bottom of his bowl. Tom knew his bowels were in dire
straits. Princess Dee was right; he was going to be indisposed for the
rest of the evening. Tom only had a few minutes in which to think to
himself, 'What kind of devious mind would think up the idea of using a
fitness tracker to control another person?' Tom already knew the answer
to that one, but before he could ponder it any further, it was urgent for
him to reach his bathroom.
Tom spent the next couple of hours alternating between lying curled up in
the fetal position on his bed, and making repeated trips to the toilet.
Tom thought he was going to die from some of the cramps that filled his
bowels. Surely, Princess Dee has uncovered the world's greatest laxative
formula. If constipation was a disease then this had to be the cure.
By the time things finally settled down it was too much for Tom to bear.
He could not do this anymore. Princess Dee could go ahead and send what
she had to his neighbors; he no longer cared. All that mattered now was
trying to get everything back to normal. Tom snuck out of his bedroom and
to his garage where he flipped the main circuit breaker. He then went and
unplugged the computer and turned off his cell phone. 'There!' he thought
to himself. 'That will keep her in the dark until I get things back to
normal.' Tom chuckled at his own little joke as he headed back to the
garage to turn his power back on.
Tom rationalized to himself that Princess Dee was only bluffing with the
blackmail. Sure making anonymous phone calls to his neighbors was one
thing. Mailing physical evidence of her illegal blackmail activities was
another. They could get fingerprints from any mail she sent, and even if
she did not put a return address, the postal stamp would narrow down her
location for the postal authorities, FBI, or whoever, that would be
investigating once he filed a complaint.
Tom felt elation at the steps he had taken. He would stop by the library
after work on Monday and use one of their computers to access his
accounts and change all of his passwords. That would be the end of
Princess Dee as far as he was concerned. Tom was ninety-nine percent
certain that Princess Dee was all bark and no bite. She may have been
able to put him through hell for the past week or so, but she couldn't be
crazy enough to carry out her threat; could she? If she did then Tom
would just say she had blackmailed him into doing all of the things. He
could just lie and say that is was a normal online relationship that got
carried away and that she continued to push him into doing more and more
bizarre and nasty things with the threat of blackmail. Well, that is what
he would say if it ever happened, and so what if his neighbors did not
believe him? It was not as if he was close friends with any of them to
begin with.
Tom started to gather everything up to throw it away. This was old hat
for Tom. He would gather a nice collection of bondage toys and magazines,
session a few times a month, and then after a particularly heavy online
session; he would be so filled with guilt and shame, that he would throw
it all away and vow to never engage in his submissive activities again.
Needless to say, but 'never' only ever lasted a few months before Tom's
fetishes got the better of him and the cycle would start all over again.
"This time will be different." Tom told himself. After his experience
with Princess Dee, he did not think he would be able to trust another
online Dominatrix.
Tom threw the two Sexflesh toys into a trash bag along with the chastity
tube and the Fitbit. He then grabbed the bra and panties to throw them
away when he felt the thrill he had encountered wearing them before
filling him again. He had developed a new fetish after all. After a few
minutes of hesitation, Tom decided not only to keep them, but also to
wear them to bed. He had been in submissive mode for well over twenty-
four hours without an orgasm. Maybe he just needed to rub one out to help
clear his mind. Once Tom had satisfied his urges, he decided to leave the
bra and panties on until morning. By then he reasoned his mind would be
clear and he could go back to business as usual.
When morning came, Tom decided that he should too; at least one more time
before shedding the bra and panties. He then got up, discarded them into
his bathroom waste can, and took a nice long hot relaxing shower.
'Ah, the joys of Sundays in the late summer,' Tom thought to himself as
he pushed his chair back into place and turned the television on to one
of the pre-game shows. Right before kickoff Tom decided to order a large
pepperoni pizza. 'Life is good,' Tom thought, 'football, pizza; now all
that's missing is a nice cold beer or three.'
Princess Dee was the furthest thing from his mind until the fourth
quarter of the second game. However, she was his first thought when his
house phone began to ring. 'Damn!' Tom thought, 'I forgot about the home
phone.' Just like with his cell phone Tom knew that it had to be Princess
Dee. Just like on his cell phone, nobody ever called him on the weekends
at home either; and for the same reason. This had to be Princess Dee he
thought. She must have used the internet to do a reverse phone look up
since she had his name and address. 'Oh well,' he reasoned, 'easy enough
to deal with.' With that, Tom got up, walked over, and unplugged his
phone. He was not going to listen to any more of Princess Dee's threats.
Besides, there was still a game to finish watching.
Tom felt great. He had wrested control of his life back from Princess Dee
and was feeling confidant in himself again. He was certain that he would
never hear from Princess Dee again. What could she do to him now? It was
very unlikely that she was going to send the Best Buy Geek back to his
house to fix his internet. Even if she did, Tom would just tell him to go
away and not let him in. If she dared to mail his neighbors, then he
would deal with that when it happened. Nope, life was indeed good again.
At least as good as it ever really got for Tom.
Monday came and went, and Tom's life was back in full swing as it should
be. Soon enough Princess Dee would be just another nameless Dominatrix
that he had played with online. He always forgot who they were. Their
names were never important to Tom. They were just tools he used to get
what he wanted. With enough time under the bridge, Tom was certain that
he could convince himself that that is what happened with Princess Dee.
Midway through his shift on Tuesday, Tom was standing near one of the
cash registers talking with one of his coworkers when he heard the
intercom announce that he had a phone call. Tom walked back to his office
to take the call. His knees buckled and he almost fell to the floor when
he heard the voice on the other end say, "Hello Tiffany, did you really
think you could escape me so easily?"
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