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Your ass cheeks still stinging from your spanking, I pushed you off my knee so that you fell to your hands and knees on the floor. I gave you a little poke with my foot to push you all the way to the ground. I towered over you and laughed as you scrambled around trying to stand up again. Finally, I held out a hand and gave you a lift back to your feet. You rubbed your ass cheeks, unsure of what to do. You could just run. You knew where the door was. But the chastity cage - how would you explain it? You’d probably have to go to the hospital and have it removed safely. The idea filled you with dread and humiliation.
You made peace with the fact that you would need to clean my house today. You reassured yourself that I would remove the cage at the end of the day, and then you would go home and never come back. Maybe even call a lawyer about the contract you signed. Or the police about the maniac woman who was trying to destroy your masculinity.
I didn’t leave your side while you cleaned. Every room that you went into, I would follow, watching you as though you couldn’t be trusted. But you noticed how I would pay attention to your movements, shaking my head and tutting from time to time. You were feeling humiliated, strangely eager for my approval. Despite being convinced that I was crazy, you still found yourself saying, “What am I doing wrong?”
“Are you even trying?” I asked. “When you bend over to clean, are you intentionally looking awkward and pathetic?”
You blinked at me, unsure of what I meant. So I stood up and walked over to you, placing one hand on your chest and the other on your back, before bending you forward, making your back arch. “When you bend forward, your ass should be up in the air,” I said. “Think slutty.”
You were uncomfortable with the idea and decided you wouldn’t play along with the lunacy. But next time you needed to bend down to dust, you subconsciously arched your back as you had been instructed to. And strangely, it made your cock twitch in its cage. You visualised your stinging red ass poking upwards from behind, your hairy balls slipping out from beneath the panties you were being made to wear.
Looking back for my approval, you found me distracted with my phone. Typical, that you would do what I wanted and I wasn’t even paying attention. So then you started to look for reasons to keep bending over, and each time you would look over your shoulder for my approval and I was never looking. Was this some kind of trick? Reverse psychology or something? Whatever it was, it was working.
Finally, the house was clean. You had wiped every surface, fluffed every pillow, dusted every photo frame. You were tired and ready to remove the itchy maids uniform you were wearing. So you said, “Ella? I mean Mistress? It’s done.”
I looked up from my phone and around the room, nodding slowly. “Yes, I suppose it is.”
“So, I can leave now, yeah?” you said.
I raised an eyebrow before laughing. “What? No. Your contract says you are to be here all day.”
“But there’s no more work to be done, and this dress is uncomfortable, not to mention the cage…” you said.
“You don’t get to decide when the work is finished,” I laughed. “If there’s no more cleaning to be done, I’ll just find something else for you to do.”
“This is getting ridiculous!” you gasped angrily. “Your contract is stupid and fictional and this chastity cage is absurd. Let me out so I can go home… and think yourself lucky I’m not going to tell the police about this.”
I stopped laughing and glared at you. The shift in my demeanour made you gulp. “On your knees,” I said, firmly.
“What?” you spat, dumbfounded. “No!”
I stood up and grabbed you by both nipples in one swift motion, twisting hard and pulling them downwards until you fell to your knees, yelping. And once you were on your knees, I released your aching nipples and grabbed your hair instead before bending in front of you, pulling up my skirt and shoving my ass in your face. Fortunately you took a big deep breath because within a second your face was buried deep between my ass cheeks, completely smothered.
“Lick,” I ordered.
You didn’t need to be told twice. Your ass cheeks were still sore from your earlier spanking and now your nipples were throbbing with pain too. You would do exactly as you were told. You cautiously poked your tongue out of your mouth and begin to lick. It tasted sweet and sexy. Fuck, you thought to yourself. I’m such a weak bitch. Within seconds, you were licking eagerly, cherishing the taste, feeling your cock stirring wildly. Stupid, stupid cock.

*To be continued*

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