The fantasy of a cleaning slut

“The fantasy of a cleaning slut” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

She was lying comfortably in the garden, letting the sun’s rays glide over Her body. A cleaning slut was working in Her house. The slut was doing the housework for Her to please Her. Through the windows, She could see his naked body walking around the house. “Good thing there are no neighbors walking by the back, they would have enjoyed this view less.”

Orange juice

“Slut, come here!” she called to him from the garden. He quickly came running; after all, he was here to serve her. “Is the kitchen ready yet?” She looked at him questioningly. “Not quite yet, Mistress.”

“First pour Me some fresh orange juice and then continue with the kitchen. You’re taking too long! When you’re done, come to Me and I’ll see if you’ve done everything properly.”

Juicing oranges

The cleaning slave went inside to juice oranges for Her. He had no idea where everything was, but didn’t dare ask. Fortunately, he found the citrus press in the third kitchen cabinet he tried. He quickly juiced the oranges and brought them to the garden.

“That took a long time, slut. Is it that difficult for you to squeeze a few oranges? No wonder the kitchen isn’t ready yet! Hurry up!”

He ran inside and She lay down again, enjoying the extra comfort.

Kitchen is ready

After fifteen minutes, the cleaning slave came back outside and walked up to Her. “Mistress, the kitchen is ready.” She looked up at him. “Is that how we say it these days? Or do you just get on your knees before you address Me?” He quickly dropped to his knees and muttered, “Sorry, Mistress.” “The kitchen is ready, Mistress.” “Correction, slave, the kitchen is finally ready, Mistress!” “Uh, yes, that’s what I mean, Mistress.” “Then say it properly, slut!” “The kitchen is finally ready, Mistress.”

“Fine, I’ll check if you’ve done it properly.”

She stood up and walked to the kitchen without giving him a second glance. He wanted to get up and follow Her, when She suddenly turned around and shouted, “On your knees behind me, slut.”

Citrus press

Once inside, She critically examined everything inside and out. He had clearly done his best, but She didn’t feel like admitting it. Suddenly, Her eye fell on the citrus press. In his haste, he had forgotten to rinse it. “What is this?” “Oh, sorry Mistress! I forgot that!” “Forgot? How could you forget that? It’s right here in the middle of the counter! What kind of a terrible cleaning slut are you?

What a worthless piece of junk you are! You can’t even do the simplest of chores? What kind of a big failure are you?”

Head down

He hung his head while She scolded him. In his opinion, he had really done his best in the kitchen, but She had broken his concentration by giving him the task of squeezing oranges for Her. However, he couldn’t tell Her that. After all, a Mistress never does anything wrong. So he just stood there with his head bowed. He wished he could become invisible.

Bend over!

“Bend over!” He did as She asked and bent down. She brought Her hands down hard on his buttocks. “Count!” And he counted every blow She made. One, two, three, eventually he had counted 50 when She stopped. Apparently, it had been enough, or She was just tired of it. “Do better next time, cleaning slut! I don’t have much use for you this way!”

“You know what, you can make it up to me by baking me a delicious cake!”

New chance

“Gladly, Mistress, thank you.” He was happy with Her new chance to prove that he could be a good cleaning slave for Her. Baking a cake was something he could do. He had done it before. Maybe not while a Mistress was watching his every move, but that made it more exciting, of course. “As long as he didn’t burn it,” flashed through his mind in a moment of panic.

Let’s get started!

The cleaning slut went in search of all the necessary ingredients, which She fortunately had in stock. So he didn’t have to leave the house. Otherwise, he would have had to get dressed again first. He got to work and She took a seat at the kitchen table. She enjoyed Her view and it seemed as if She only now noticed that Her cleaning slut actually had a very beautiful body.

He was tall and broad, and She saw his big cock dancing before Her eyes as he stirred the bowl busily. His shackles rattled with every movement he made, and She enjoyed the view of his naked body. His buttocks stood out red against the rest of his body. She smiled. Red, the color of pure passion.

Good cleaning slut

He was doing his best, and that pleased her. A good cleaning slave was rare, as she had discovered by now. The supply of cleaning slaves was large, very large even, but quality and sincerity were usually hard to find. Many wannabes, or failed slaves who wanted her attention in a cheap way.

Several had already been over Her floor, all of whom She had denied access to Her home forever after the first time. As Her own standard was: “You do something well, or you don’t do it at all.” In the case of the slaves, She had slightly modified the statement: “You do something well, or you can get lost!”

But this one was allowed to stay for a while. Who knows, he might become Her regular cleaning slave.

Sweet smell

He put the baking tin in the oven and set the timer. Soon the kitchen was filled with the nostalgic sweet smell of forbidden temptation. She sniffed the scent deeply. “Kneel here!” The slave came to Her and knelt at Her feet. Before he could even sit down properly, Her pump shot full into his crotch with a well-aimed ball kick*. He groaned and moaned, clearly not seeing it coming. After all, there was no reason for it. Hadn’t he done exactly what She had asked?

She enjoyed his moans, like the sound of thousands of songbirds singing their highest song at the same time, and then times two. She stretched his head back and licked his lips with Her tongue. “Snuck a bite of the batter?”

Redder and redder

He looked at Her in alarm and before he knew it, He felt Her hand land hard on His cheek. Followed by another and another. For a moment, there seemed to be no end to it and His cheek became redder and redder. The glow and thinness splashed off it, but suddenly She stopped. He kept His eyes closed, waiting to see what else She had in mind.

Once again, She let Her tongue slide across his lips. Like a soft caress. “Nice and sweet,” She said softly. “How long will the cake take?”

“About 90 minutes, Mistress…”

She looked again at that big cock hanging between his legs. It would be a shame not to make use of it.

“Good, then you can pleasure Me first. After that, you can continue cleaning the toilets.”

More information

Read more Femdom or BDSM fantasies

Source

Text: Mistress Moriah
Image: 123rf.com