I went home that afternoon as you left for work and could not believe how my body had responded to you. My mind could not wrap around feeling anything as intense as what I had felt when I was tied up and had your fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, while your other fingers teased my clit. Nor could I understand how the clamps that had been so painful when I put them on, had seemed to not matter while my tits were swinging back and forth as your fingers fucked me, even knowing that you had loosened them, I figured with the added weight of them that I should have still been in pain from it.
Then as I think of how badly I wanted you at that time, would have let you really fuck me if that had been your desire, I cant help but think of the things you had said when I asked why you had chosen me. "What did it mean to give myself fully to you?", "How can I know that I should give myself fully to someone?" and "What makes you think that I want or should give myself to you?" were just a few of the questions I tossed around in my mind.
I also had to think of those pictures you had taken. The thought that you had taken them made me somewhat excited as well as fearful. It turned me on to think that I may one day be able to see myself looking like one of the girls that had been in the pictures inside your dresser drawer, and yet I worried that someone else would see them. I couldn't think of the possibility that anyone but you and I would see what I had let you do to me.
With so many thoughts running through my mind, I decided that I wouldn't pick up my son from daycare just yet, instead, I was going to go home and try to grasp the idea of what had happened in only three hours in your presence and try to prepare myself for tomorrow when I would clean naked for you. I wondered how long I would be able to remain unaffected by the fact that you watched me, if you kept to your word of having me naked tomorrow anyway.
I also wanted the time to myself to try and figure out the answers to some of the questions running through my mind. I figured in the day of the internet that surely some site could help me to realize in what way "giving completely" was meant. Was it purely sex that you wanted me to give myself to you or something a lot more serious for us both?
I went home and showered in an attempt to rid myself of the sex smell I thought for sure would still be lingering on me, and began a load of laundry, washing the smell of my juices out of the pants I had worn to and from your house, then finally I logged into the internet to see what, if anything I could find.
In a very short time I found a few good sites regarding Dominant and submissive relationships and managed to answer most of the questions I had concerning what was going on between us. I began to see that the reason you had for wanting me to give myself to you was a lot more in depth than in most relationships and that even though you were taking control of certain things already, you wouldn't push too hard until I was ready for you to, even if it was only the sexual aspect for now. That was why I had to come to you and say that I was willing.
I also found several sites where the sub had written about herself, discussing how she had come into the lifestyle and enjoyed it. Things that she would do to please past partners, but with very little return, or how her fantasies often revolved around someone taking control of certain parts of her life; the way she would dress or which room to clean on that day. Just minor things and I began to feel that it would be nice to have a defined set of guidelines for any given day. The more I looked into what they were talking about, the more I saw myself in the things they said.
That maybe even the pictures you had taken, wasn't so much blackmail as it had at first sounded, but simply a means to show me what can happen while you control me. Same as you had already proven to me that when you were in charge, you could succeed in making me cum harder than ever.
By five when I went to get my son, I felt more prepared for what I was dealing with as well as a new excitement over the things I knew you could show me. I looked forward to the start of a new day. Even though I wasn't ready to be yours fully, I still looked forward to the things that may happen, and curious as to what my response to it would be.
The next morning when I arrived at your house and was told to get undressed in your bedroom, my shy insecurity came rushing back at me and I again doubted my mental abilities at letting someone tell me what to do. I of course also doubted my senses when I grew damp with the thought of being naked before you, even though you had already seen all of my secrets; I still felt that I would be more exposed to you. That by eliminating my clothes, there was the possibility that you would find me lacking in some area.
At a slight scowl of your face to which I assumed you thought I would tell you "NO", curiosity finally won out over my thoughts and I headed towards your bedroom to take off my clothes. I tried to convince myself that I wouldn't be that exposed and it was all in my head, and it couldn't be that intimate for you to see me walking around cleaning maybe washing dishes or dusting.
I didn't realize until I walked back into the kitchen trying desperately to cover my pussy with one hand and my breasts with the other that you had chose to make me expose myself in many different ways to you.
"Today," you began, "you will clean the bathroom. It needs to be cleaned really well. I want the shower stall and bathtub cleaned, the floor has picked up a stain from somewhere so I would like for you to scrub that, as well as the normal stuff, toilet and mirrors. I think you know what to do from there. I am expecting company this weekend so over the next few days, your cleaning will increase. Everything I think you will need is already in the bathroom waiting on you. I will walk past occasionally to see how it is coming along. Do you have any questions?"
"I don't think I do."
"Good, because I think you need to get started if you are going to be done by twelve."
I say simply "Okay" as I begin walking towards the bathroom, even now not sure exactly how exposed I could become if you happened to walk past at the right time. Of course I begin with the higher up stuff, mirrors, and counter top in the bathroom and quickly realized that cleaning while naked was definitely a unique experience.
While washing those places and being able to see myself in the mirror, watching my tits sway to and fro with the movements of my arms in almost a hypnotic rhythm. Part of me kept an eye towards the door, both wishing you would walk past and see me in this way and hoping that you wouldn't walk past for fear that I would grow embarrassed again. I wanted to be able to clean the bathroom in a way that would meet with your approval and as I began to work on cleaning the toilet, I began to pretend that you were not going to watch me or at the very least, pretend that I wasn't naked and cleaning your bathroom.
I was beginning to relax and to some extent enjoy the freedom of cleaning in the nude, when you walked into the bathroom, causing me to jump and instantly try again to shield myself from your view. You seem to give a half smile at my shy gesture, and hold out a small radio towards me saying, "I thought you might like something to listen to while you work. If it isn't on a station you enjoy, then you may turn it and find something better."
"Thank you." I whisper, slightly surprised by your offer but enjoying the thought that it would further take my mind off being naked, as I reached out with the hand covering my breasts to take the radio from you. "Should I close the door so the noise doesn't disturb you?"
Laughing you state simply, "That defeats the purpose of having you naked and cleaning if you close me out of the room doesn't it?"
I smile realizing that you had made a very valid point as you turn to leave the room and leave me all alone again.
I quickly find a radio station and go back to cleaning the toilet. Before long I overcame my shyness over being naked once again, feeling that you probably wouldn't be returning, or maybe it was hoping that you wouldn't, and the music began to work its magic. Some of my more favorite songs came on as I was finishing up the toilet and I found myself beginning to move with the music. I would think for a moment that it would be embarrassing if you happened to stop and watch but would quickly let myself go to enjoy the music once again.
Then I began to take notice of different things, kind of like when I watched in the mirror as my tits swayed back and forth, which they continued to do as I cleaned. I also noticed how my legs squeezed my pussy closed or tugged the lips apart as I moved, my ass with its slight wiggle, being unconfined by clothes. It was all very new feelings to be up and doing things while naked, and I began to not even think of you seeing me anymore.
It wasn't until I bent down to clean the bathtub that I realized how much my movements were beginning to turn me on. As I squatted down, I could feel the cooler air of the house, on my heated pussy. I was surprised with the thought that it would be a turn on and wondered how wet I was truly getting. With my hand I reached down between my legs and checked the wetness I could find there, shocked with the knowledge that my center was almost dripping wet.
"I told you yesterday that you can't cum today or in fact again until you give yourself to me." You state, causing me to jump into a standing position and blush from what seemed like the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet. I couldn't believe what you had caught me doing, and was about to deny that I had been playing when you turned and left the door way again. The next thought that came to mind was that you had turned your back on me as most would do a naughty child after being scolded and that embarrassed me more than being caught.
Since I am rather short the bathtub presented a whole new problem for me, as it always did but with me being naked it seemed even more so. Leaning in over the side to wash the back side of the tub and the bottom, meant that I had to half climb in. To reach that far, my bared mound pressed against the cold bath tub. I knew that if you behind me at the door, you would surely see my pussy growing wet from the coolness contrasting with my heated flesh since I could feel my clit swelling searching for something to brush against it.
I considered turning around to make sure you weren't standing there watching me, but decided that if you were, I really didn't want to know. I just decided to try and hurry to finish the tub or at least the part of cleaning it that caused my clit to ache and my ass to be up in the air as if waiting for your hands to spank it some more. Quickly enough that part was done, and I sat back into a kneeling position to wash the outside of the tub, when I hear you question, "Do you grow wet when you kneel like that?"
