“SLAVE!” Seriously, She could castrate a man with that voice. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could. “Yes sugar,” he said flowery. “Don’t sugar Me, Harrold! Did you take the garbage out?” Now, that was a bit unfair, wasn’t it? She’d ordered him to clean the bathroom first and he wasn’t even finished yet! But She didn’t want to hear about it. She took him to the corner of the street and told him to lay down on top of the garbage bags that were already there. She tied his hands behind his back, his feet and then his ankles to his wrists. A bundle of joy, so to speak. “Night, night, tied, tight” She said and left. The stench was disgusting and the flies were all over him. Dreadful business. A few hours later and elderly Lady walked by. She said She felt sorry for him, but that didn’t stop Her dog from taking a piss at him. His Wife untied him at sunrise, took him to the garden and hosed him down with cold water. God, it couldn’t get worse than this, could it? “I told you yesterday to clean the bathroom,” She said, “why isn’t it finished yet?”
Cleaning my own house is not what I would call a hobby of mine. It’s such a waste of time and once it’s finished you’ll have to start all over again. So I bought myself a cleaning robot two years ago. I’ve named it Annett (excellent on the floor, disappointing in bed) just to make my life a little easier. And yet I’ve spent a crazy amount of time scrubbing and cleaning for Mistresses and I loved, loved, loved it. That wasn’t a waste of time, that was Heaven! It made me feel great, because making yourself useful, that’s what slavery is all about, isn’t it. Working your ass off for a Mistress is a reward, nothing less. But of course, Mistresses strive for perfection, so spick-and-span punishments are inevitable. During the scrubbing or afterwards. Yes, cleaning for a Mistress is absolutely gorgeous and I can only hope and prey they’ll never, ever replace us for a cleaning robot.