The Inspection

 i was cooking and i had placed a bag of trash from the kitchen on the front porch. My Master had told me countless times to keep the front door locked, but i didn't latch the door since i had the trash to take care of. When He walked through the door, thus noticing i had left it unlocked again, He spanked me in the entrance way, his arm grasping my shoulders. It was a series of long hard strokes, but it was over in a moment because He told me He had a present for me. He told me to go go undress.

When i came back in to the living room, i saw Him dropping a leash on the floor and walking toward me with a dog collar in His hand. i was excited and anxious. Sir knew of my fantasy to wear a dog collar and that no one had ever fulfilled that fantasy with me. He had me turn away from Him while He adjusted the collar around my neck. He told me to kneel and then to crawl to wear the leash was and to bring it back to Him in my mouth. As i crawled toward the leash, i felt a primal arousal from deep inside me. i love it when Sir sets up these situations in which we enact our dynamic. He knows how much i love to be placed in a subservient position to Him as much as i know how much He loves to have control over His sub. i nearly dropped the leash out of my mouth as i crawled back to Him because i was grinning so much. He told me i might not be smiling in a little while. He told me He was going to inspect the apartment and the job i had done cleaning it. That is what we did. He walked and i crawled. He led me room to room and from my new perspective, i saw where the vacuum cleaner had missed a snippet of paper in the dining room and the wet mop had missed a coffee stain in the kitchen. Whenever Sir pointed out a mistake, or had me point it out to Him, he whipped me with the leash. i got rug burns on my knees. i have never been happier.

He placed a bar stool in the living room and told me to lean over it. He began spanking me as punishment for the sloppy job i had done, and i kept breaking position, lifting my feet, one then the other, when the strokes stung particularly much. Sir unsnapped the leash and tied my ankles to the legs of the stool. He told me to grasp the legs with my hands and he told me not to move.

My Master used the whip on my back, ass and thighs and then He went and got the hairbrush. I didn't know what it was when He started and so i turned my head to look, which increased the strokes in number and intensity. i was moaning, on the edge of all the sensations. i felt grateful to have a Master who cares enough to push me to be a better sub, to be true to my word, to aim to reach His high standards. My ass and thighs were stinging and i rode the waves of sensation until he stopped.

i hadn't heard Him undo his shorts, but i felt the head of His hard cock pressing past my lips. i sucked hungrily and gratefully. i felt honored, as i always do, to take His gorgeous cock into my mouth and attempt to please Him with it.

We agreed later that tall bar stools work nicely as a makeshift spanking horse and are the perfect height for Him to use when i have to be punished, especially when i have been particularly bad and He needs me to stay still. i am sitting on one now as i write this, wishing i had a plug up my ass, prepping the ass He owns for His use.

distraturday

i am extremely distracted today. i should be working on a writing assignment due the end of the month or making a grocery list or folding the laundry mountain in front of the TV, but my mind is wandering. i haven't seen my Master since Wednesday, but when he checked in on me last night, i felt like we have moved onto a new level somehow.

In the time we have known each other, my Master has told me to do certain things inside and outside the bedroom to please Him. For instance, He has told me to grow out my fingernails, which i habitually bite. Since i told my Sir that i wanted to lose some weight, He required that report back daily to Him on the level of exercise i do every day. From time to time, i have to shave myself or dress a certain way for His pleasure or use some of our toys on myself (or NOT use some of our toys) when He can't be here to use this body he owns. Last night i told Him that i was cleaning the apartment and He told me that the next time he sees me, he is going to inspect the job i do with the cleaning. This thrilled me no end because it feeds into a domestic discipline fantasy i have had for as long as i can remember.

As it happens, i am pretty good at cleaning house and i enjoy it, for the most part. i know that my Mister has very high standards and very good eye for detail, though, so to please Him, i am going to have to an extra good job. i like it that He takes such a specific interest in my life and that He wants my life to get better in all these little ways--all for His pleasure, of course, which makes me wet all over again.

So, the fantasy:
i have just finished cleaning the apartment and i am on my hands and knees in the kitchen, getting the last little bit up from the floor when He walks in. "Don't move," he says, and i freeze. He walks through the apartment, room to room, checking my work. The longer he takes, the more my anxiety grows. He has told me that he will be checking my work from now on and so i have worked harder than usual with the aim of pleasing Him. Pleasing Him has become my focus more and more over the past several weeks but my own desires sometimes still cloud my thinking and i fall short of the mark. When that happens, of course, i am punished. This is Sir's gift to help me remember my place and role and truest nature.

When He walks into the kitchen, He stands over me and presses my knees apart so that they are wider than my hips. He positions my head down so that it is on the floor. He runs his hands down from my shoulders to my hips and grasps my shorts. He tugs them down and off. He asks me if i think i did a good job with the cleaning. i tell Him that i did my best. i hear Him undo his belt and take it out of His belt loops. "Really?" He asks me and i respond, "i did the best i could, Sir." "I disagree, krystenah," He says and places a paper at my eyeline. "Let's go over your inspection," He says, and we do. He has catalogued every room and as we go through the checklist He has compiled, He has me read out what has not passed His inspection as He whips me with His belt. It quickly becomes clear that what i consider a good job doesn't hold a candle to what my Master will require.

Humbled and striped from His attentions, He tugs me up my the elbow and tells me to strip the rest of the way. i do so and He watches over me as i correct my mistakes in the apartment. He uses the hairbrush on me in the bathroom, the wooden salad spoon in the kitchen, the ruler in the office.

He tells me to get into the shower and after i have soaked my muscles and washed away all the sweat and tears, He climbs in and has me kneel. i caress His cock and balls and rub my face on His erection. i lick His balls and take His cock deep into my throat. i hold it tight inside my mouth and move it slowly in and out of it as He has trained me to do. i fuck His cock with my mouth and when He commands, i hold my hands in the small of my back as he pulls my hair and fucks my mouth the way He likes. The water runs down my punished ass, but i can't feel anything beyond the pleasure of being used by my very patient Master.