Chapter three: How I (M40) became the slave of a (F35) woman.

I finished the sandwich from the floor where my Mistress had dropped it. I knelt as I ate and used only my mouth to eat. I kept my hand behind my back. I felt like an animal eating scraps from a family picnic. I also felt deeply aroused. Surrendering to her will like this was turning me on. I ate the sandwich and licked up all the mayo from the marble floor. As I stood up I realised I had a huge erection. It was throbbing with every heart beat. My tiny French maids shorts were no good to hide it. What was happening to me? I’d only been here a few hours and I’m wearing a French maids outfit eating a sandwich off the floor and calling my friend “Mistress” and sporting the biggest hard on i had had in years! Well, I thought, there’s nothing else I can do but go along with it now. I set to cleaning the marble floor for a second time and took the plate to the kitchen. I noticed the washing machine had finished so I transferred my clothes to the dryer. As I went back to the lounge to find my Mistress my cock was bouncing up and down like something from a hentai movie. I walked over to my Mistress and knelt before her as instructed.

She looked over her magazine at me. She noticed my cock hanging out of my shorts and have a little giggle.

“Looks like somebody enjoyed there little snack” she said and poked my throbbing cock with her magazine.

“Yes Mistress.”

She lay on the couch wearing comfy pants and a sleeveless top. She looked Devine. She started to put her long hair up in a bun and I couldn’t help glance at her armpits. My cock throbbed even more at the sight. She took her time and lazily put her hair into a low bun. I could not help but stare at my Mistress. Her armpits looked beautifully smooth as always. I longed to touch them, to fondle them. I yearned to lick her armpits. I wanted to stand up right then and there and grab hold of her, push her down onto the couch and wank my cock until I can all over her armpits.

“I know your looking” she said

“ I know you look in class too. Don’t think you can hide it from me.”

“She finished playing with her hair. She gave me a piece of paper. It was a list of household chores. You will have these completed before morning she said. At 6.30 AM you will set out my yoga mat over there and I want you to kneel at the back of my mat and wait for me to come down stairs. Understood.?”

“Yes Mistress, I understand.

“Good. When you finish the chores you are to come up to my bedroom. There you will find further instructions on my bedside table.”

My cock grew harder still. She’s going to fuck me I though. It’s going to happen. All this is just her way of edging me.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

And with that she got up from the couch, she tousled my hair then she bend down and gave the head of my cock a playful tap. Some pre cum stuck to her finger and she fed me my own pre cum. I licked it off her finger and imagined what it would be like to lick my own cum from her armpits. My cock began to ache. This slave thing wasn’t so bad after all.