She arrived home after a long day . Working her way through the traffic she was tired and delighted to find things in order as she walked in the door. Candles were lit, soft music was playing and the smell of something delicious warming in the oven for dinner. A bottle of her favorite wine was uncorked on the side table by her favorite chair and this handsome man was on his knees waited silently to serve. He had lost the bet fair and square although she was sure that they both had somehow won and her winnings were his services.
She dropped her keys and purse on the side table and moved wearily to her awaiting throne. Motioning to the glass he poured and handed it to her. She sat and took the first sip then lifted her feet so that he could remove her shoes from her aching tired feet. He silently slipped each shoe off and laid her feet gently on a pillow that he produced. Dreamily she took another sip and greeted him with a nod. He was well trained and knew to only speak when spoken to as he began to massage her tense clammy toes. She wondered why her ex husband had not treated her this well even though he had always promised to do so. But he was gone and this lovely well mannered submissive man was here this evening to do what he was told and to spoil her as she deserved.
Finishing the glass of wine she moved him aside easily with her leg and stood to walk to the bedroom. Pausing at the door she simply snapped her fingers and he quickly entered the bedroom behind her. She stood as he respectfully undressed her, peeling her sweaty work clothes off and then gently slid on her robe. As she adjusted it he hung her dress up and placed her undergarments in the hamper. Pausing briefly at the doorway she beckoned him with a glance and returned to her favorite chair. All it took was a look at the empty glass and he refiled and handed it to her returning to his task of comforting her feet with his head down.
Stroking his head with her hand she grabbed a handful and pulled his head back. Their eyes met and she knew from his expression that he was ready to serve her in any way that she demanded. Dropping her hold she gave him a short rap to the back of his head and murmured the word kiss. He immediately sprawled himself to the floor prostrating himself at her feet as he began worshiping each foot gently and in earnest. Dreamily she sipped her wine and closing her eyes drifted, allowing the stress from the day to dissipate as he worshiped her feet.
She tipped the last of the second glass realizing that she was ready for her massage. Moving his face with the foot he was busy covering with soft gentle kisses she got up and moved to the the prepared massage table. He followed catching her robe as it fell to the floor.
The next hour seem a dream as his skilled hands and talented touch used almost too much of the sweet smelling oil to manipulate the stress from her muscles. His technique was perfect, simply a massage. The goal was to relax her not excitement and he knew it. He carefully steered his touch clear of any erogenous parts of her exhausted body working the oil, warmed by his hands, into every fold of her gorgeous full frame.
He continued as she drifted and soon she realized that she was ready for her bath. She instructed him to draw and watched his naked muscular frame leave the room his round, his tight round bottom begging for the beating he would get if he performed well. Lazily she listened to the water finish filling the tub with the warm soapy water that would only serve to continue to relax her. As the faucets squeaked shut he returned and helped her from the table, guiding yet following her to the tub.
She slipped into the wonderful warm water the sweet smelling suds covering her almost to the neck. She handed him the wash cloth and with the greatest of reverence he began washing almost every inch of her, uninvited to the wettest part which was ironically submerged and between her legs. His eyes turned down as he worked, his taunt muscular arms washing her as another form of worship. His submissive safe demeanor allowed her to relax and she called for another glass of wine and a before dinner snack.
He returned speedily with a small bowl of something perfect and her wine. She relaxed in the tub allowing him to feed her as she unwound physically and began to fantasize cruel things to do to his willing body later. Sensing her mental direction he looked down sheepishly between his own legs as his small package began to stiffen in its tiny well wrapped condom. This got him a sharp smack to the face and the force awoke and excited them both. His shamefaced almost hidden smile could not hide the thank you that sparkled from his grateful eyes.
For this he was ordered to put his nose down into the cold crusty corner of the floor by the sink while kneeling with his bottom up and in full view. His legs slightly spread so that the back of his ball sack was obvious and a hand on each cheek holding his bottom open in the most degrading of positions. He held there until as she lounged in the tub enjoying his predicament and her view.
When she was ready she stood up in the tub, the soapy water streaming off of her. Snapping her fingers again he obediently produced a towel and began drying her off. When he had meticulously completed this task she sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder. He knelt quietly and handed her the paper to wipe herself careful not to reveal his excitement. Another robe was produced, this a soft terry cloth one, and she was regally wrapped in it. Striding confidently towards the dining room she heard the tub began to empty and his soft foot steps following respectfully behind her.
Dinner was served and was delicious. He knelt by her side and was even given table scraps as a reward. She allowed him to stack the empty dishes in the sink for the night as she finished her last glass of wine. The kitchen clean up could wait until morning. He joined her as she went for the bedroom his loins and little male mind filled with anticipation.
What happened next might even surprise the reader. She was tired, it had been a long day and she was not in the mood for much. So chaining him face down to the floor by her bed with his hands bound far from being able to touch himself she slipped his ball gag on and the soiled sweaty underpants from the day over his head as a reward. Laying with a sigh on her bed she opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her favorite toy. The sounds of her pleasing herself simply and perfectly several times were muffled a bit from the deliciously rank head covering that he wore as he ground his stiffness silently into the carpet. The buzzing of her toy stopped after awhile and she dropped off to sleep while he laid there for hours unable to do a thing except wait to serve her in the morning. It was only Friday evening of a long delicious holiday weekend and he realized that he was so very glad that he had lost that bet because he had won so much more.
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