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It is Saturday morning in the late fall. i know because i can't move my legs. i get the handy dandy key Mistress left for me and i unlock them. Mistress gave me permission, otherwise i'd wait, bladder be damned. (Good sentiment, but let's be serious, time, tide, and urine wait for no man!)
My dick hurts. The morning wood is torture, but i would never take off Mistress's Chastity Device. i pee sitting down. i know that much. My peter calms down and gets better.
i see Mistress's dogs are ready for their walk. i have permission to put on sweats to take them out. They do their business. One stops to poop on Mr. Birbeck's lawn. i hate Mr. Birbeck but Mistress says not to antagonize him. i have a few plastic bags. i scoop it up and throw it out without touching it.
It rained last night and will rain again today, but it is not raining now. The dogs and i like the solitude. It is almost a pity to go back. i tarry too long. When i arrive i'm rushed to get Mistress her breakfast as i eat a pop tart. i put her French toast on a tray and pour her juice and bring it to her. She is awake -not a good sign.
"Why are you late?" she asks.
"Sam went on Mr. Birbeck's lawn and," i say "i guess i spent too much time on the dogs..."
"Dog crap!" she yells, "Dog crap! I mean less to you than Dog crap!"
"No, Mistress," i stammer, "i didn't mean that, i..."
She laughs. "You're so easy. Read less bad fiction."
i try to hide my relief. i'm not successful.
"Just so you know, i am upset, but i realize the fault is my own," says Mistress Sandra. "You need more time to do everything. I'm not a cruel tyrant. I'll fix what I can. Now what do you think you need to be better?"
"Thank You, Mistress," i say, "but i don't think i need anything. It was a beautiful morning and i was enjoying it and i spent too much time before i started breakfast."
"Slave, I asked you a question," says Mistress. She is not yelling but she is talking slowly and clearly. "I don't want to pull teeth. I don't really care 'why' my breakfast was late; I care 'how' to keep that from happening again. Now I ask you again, what do you think you need to be better?"
Frankly that tone scares me more than the yelling. i know better than to take blame she is not assigning. "If i were running late but could decide what to make for your breakfast, that could help."
"You mean, 'that could help, Mistress,'" she says.
i lower my head and say, "Yes, Mistress."
"And look at me when you talk to me," she says. "God, you have too many strange ideas."
i look up and say, "Yes, Mistress, and thank you for the correction."
She takes a bite and says, "And please learn to cook. I'll get you a few good cook books." Then she adds, "Although I do appreciate the effort."
i know my favorite compliment when i hear it. "Thank you, Mistress" i say as my voice cracks. No tears of joy run down my face but my eyes are welling.
"Wash you pans and do laundry. I'll call you if I want you," she says.
My heart leaps. i do not lust after underwear but laundry is very, very, very interruptible. i thank whatever God, gods, or Goddess that she is half as horny as i.
i leave and wash the few pans from breakfast and start the laundry. After i start the laundry i see she brought down her plate. i'm a little disappointed i wasn't there so she could goose me, but i'm too preoccupied with what she might be doing upstairs in the playroom. My alarm to add fabric softener goes of just as she says, "Come here now."
To heck with the fabric softener (i’ll just use dryer sheet later), Mistress Sandra has called.
Upstairs in the playroom she is standing over what looks like two planks with straps.
"Get in," she orders.
i figure out how and comply.
i'm on all fours, face down and she is lubing my ass. "There is something you said you looked forward to, and i've wanted to enjoy. I'm going to milk you." I feel the vibrator go in my ass and feel wonderful. My cock, however, is still in the CD. When it tries to get erect the teeth bite into me. i cum without the orgasm associated with it. It sounded all right, but in reality i feel cheated.
Then the hard part starts. She scoops the semen up with a spoon. i start to sweat and shiver. She tells me to open the hangar and makes airplane noises. i close my eyes, as if that'll do something, and open my mouth. The spoon goes in and Mistress tilts it up. i swallow. i gag, but i swallow. It is not my favorite thing, but doing something she likes and i hate is almost a fetish. Almost.
Mistress pats me on the head. "Sweet william, thank you. You don't know how much i liked your gift."
Wow, i think, i knew that was coming but i love her so for saying it. Her thanks means so much to me it makes everything worthwhile. “Thank you, Mistress" i say and this time cannot stop the tears. i wonder if she misinterprets them.
She does and tells me i still a good person and she appreciated it so much, etc.
It takes awhile through my sobbing but i eventually get to tell her they are tears of joy.
"You said you were getting more emotional," she says and smiles, "and you're right. Let me unbind you, and you can clean up. Then we'll see a movie while you are wearing a butt plug."
After the movie we come home. It is a Saturday in late fall. The Patriots are playing Dallas. (In late fall the NFL has a few Saturday games.) Mistress knows i am a football fan and orders me to lick her pussy while she watches the game. During a crucial play she changes the channel and says, "If you were paying attention where you should've been you'd not have noticed." Mistress orgasms several times while watching CNN.
Then she gives me a choice. i can either watch the rest of the game or orgasm. She think it is a tough choice, but i know there are no playoff implications versus Dallas.:) I pick the orgasm. Mistress ties me in front of the arm chair she was sitting in and takes off my chastity device.
I quickly become erect and Mistress says, "enjoy the erection until you cum tomorrow" and leaves. As i wonder if having that soda at the movie was really a good idea she comes back with a strap-on. I ohh and ahh as she takes me to heights i never dreamed of, as usual, and the greatest woman i have ever known says, "You should've picked the game. I milked you already a few hours ago and tomorrow you have to be with your kids." She smiles and say, "I guess I'll just lock you back up and you can finish your laundry after I'm done here."
"It is not fair, Mistress." i complain.
"Yes, I know, " Mistress says through a smile, "that's the point."
The smile makes it all worthwhile as she sits back down and grab my head and say, "Good thing I'm not locked up."
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When the Lady smiles i can't resist her call. As a matter of fact, i don't resist at all. Well that depends if it is a smile or a grimmace. 
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