Ummm, I'm a surprised, to say the least. When she tells me to strip I expect her to be all over me, with that dildo-thingy or whatever. But no, she has me put on those awful pink hose. Yuck. At least we're indoors and nobody sees me.
And then she tells me to clean her apartment, with one hand locked to that belt. Great, did I mention that I have my own apartment to take care of? That woman is weird. First it's all sex and now she says I'm her servant. But there's not much to do about it, running away in pink stockings and a hand tied to a belt id out of the question. And I don't wanna run away, I want to stay here, with here. Even if I am not really sure why I'm here.
Well, I guess I'm here because I want to be here, because I'm intrigued by her and because I think Nicole was right: I do crave to be controlled, to be told what to do.
She sits down, sips a coffee and reads the paper. I'm aware that she's looking at me from time to time. I start cleaning the kitchen. Having only one hand free isn't much of a help to do householding chores. Everytime i want to do something with my left hand I'm reminded of my situation. At although I'm a bit humiliated, to clean her apartment in ridiculous stockings, heels and one hand restrained, it also feels good. Kinda secure.
Then she leaves. After having cleaned most of the apartment I clean the windows. A neighbour spots me and keeps looking this way, but he's quite far away and I'm not too worried about him staring at my tits. I'm gradually getting aware of the fact that cleaning Charons apartment actually is quite a satisfying task. I want her to be content with me, it's getting more and more important that she's pleased with my efforts.
Finally I carry the trash bag to the chute. I check the hallway, hurry to the chute and just when I return to the door another door is opened. Dunno if somebody saw me. However, I feel myself blush at the thought that somebody did.
Then she returns, and the first thing she does is to tie my right hand to the belt too. Perked on that high stool she feeds me, which is a bit humiliating, but very sexy at the same time. Then I spill some whine and before I know what happened, she is between my legs, eating my pussy. It feels so good, I'm screaming from pleasure in no time. But then she suddenly stops, as if she has gone too far, and leads me to the bedroom.
I'm extremely aroused and dripping wet, but also a bit afraid of what's to come.
I hesitate at the door, and when she turns around, I beg her: "Please, Mistress Charon, be gentle with me. Please?" Then I let myself fall to my knees, head bowed. "I'll do anything for you, but please don't hurt me too much."