rich flunks his first test, but is rewarded for effort
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I kind of stalled leaving work yesterday. I hung around after everyone left the office. Did some administrative paper work that I hate. It was maybe 7:30 before I got home. The apartment was in total disarray.
This was not unexpected. No one really had been attending to the place in the month since Josiah had left for Shanghai. I’m not really a slob (meaning, I put my dirty clothes in the laundry basket; I don’t leave them on the floor), but still there were mounds of laundry to be done, a dishwasher full of dirty dishes and a sink overflowing with dishes and glasses that could not fit into the dishwasher, soap scum on the shower walls – that kind of stuff. It was clear that rich had never made it into his office (and rich later explained that he was able to get a lot of his work done by dealing with his assistants over the phone).
Not only was there a lot undone, but a lot of what rich had done was not done properly. I walked him through the apartment, pointing out streaks where counters had been wiped down, dust accumulated in corners, finger prints on glass table tops, an improperly made bed. As I continued to point out flaws in his work, rich became more and more nervous and agitated and was visibly upset.
“You know this is unacceptable,” I demanded.
“Yes, Sir. Or no Sir,’ he stuttered. “i know you are disappointed in me. But i can do better.”
“Oh. You WILL do better. Think you can get this all squared away and under control by this time tomorrow?”
the slave heaved a sigh of relief at the knowledge that it would be given another chance. “Oh yes Sir. You’ll see. Everything will be perfect.”
I smiled to myself. Of course everything would not be perfect. rich would be spending the rest of his life striving for perfection and never achieving it. I would always find flaw in his service to me. How else to keep the bitch constantly off guard.
“Good boy.. Now I need you on your knees.”
the slave understood that it was about to suck my cock. it groaned both in anticipation of my load and of the thrill of having been given the opportunity to please me in that way (like all had been forgiven) and in frustration because his chastity device was thwartting his ability to get hard.
But I have to say, the slave gave me one of the better blow jobs he’s every given. There is something to be said for instilling fear in a slave’s heart and mind. But I didn’t tell him that.
“Go home and get some sleep, bitch. Tomorrow will be a better day.”
