Monday 23rd June 2008
My weekend turned out to be a very interesting one indeed. I had most of Saturday to get things done for Myself and then it was time to deal with slave tate in the early evening. First he had to clean My bathroom/laundry floor after the drama I had with My washing machine last week.
I had a load of washing on and after 10 minutes, the machine began to make an dreadful noise. It was so bad I had to stop the machine as I was sure it might explode any moment if it kept going. I was not surprised by this turn of events and suspected it could go at any stage. Time to phone My landlord and joke about how the washing machine he had bought in 1974 (a guesstimate from the age of My townhouse), had finally died. His response: the washing machine had actually been purcahsed in 1973!!!! Things were definitely made to last in that era. My landlord is simple marvellous and within 20 minutes of letting him know about My problem, I had a phone call from him to say that a replacement washing machine had been organised and would be delivered to Me within the hour. What an angel!
After the new machine was delivered and the old machine taken away, a mess was left on the tiled floor. I swept up what I could and I most certainly was NOT going to get on My hands and knees to wash the floor so it was a perfect job for My collared slave.
After this job was completed, I had My slave lying before Me in the lounge room while I sat back, relaxed and watched TV. I was not in the mood to deal with him in My dungeon this evening and in fact, I decided it was about time My slave entertained Me by playing with My cock. For extra stimulation and torment, he could feel My stockinged feet on those very sensitive nipples well in reach of My feet
To add some confusion while he was busy playing with My cock as instructed, I let it slip that chastity may be an option once again. Oh dear, did that get him going, not that I thought it wouldn't (LOL)!!! What fun I had teasing My slave and slave tate had no idea whether I was joking or being serious as he was not in a position to see My face. After an interminably long period of torment, he was finally put out of his misery. Didn't want to wear him out too much as I expected maid marian to be in top form for cleaning duties on Sunday. Without further delay, he was sent home and instructed to present himself at My premises at 10.15am the next day.
Yesterday was busy. I was running slightly behind and changed slave tate's arrival to 10.30am to give Me an extra 15 minutes to get ready. With no time to waste, W/we headed off to the shops for two purposes - to find suitable pajamas for maid marian and I had to get some cheese and crackers for My dinner guests that evening. The pajama shopping took longer than W/we anticipated which was necessary to guarantee a suitable purchase. A quick detour into the Supermarket on the way to the car and W/we were finally on O/our way back.
maid marian had to get changed and try on the pajamas I had chosen for her while I got My coffee going and heated up some lunch for U/us. I wanted maid marian to have a decent meal before she started cleaning as I figured she would be doing so for at least 3 hours. Can't have My maid distracted due to hunger pangs. The pj's were a perfect fit, lunch was eaten and maid marian was given her instructions for the afternoon: scrub the kitchen bench and sinks, dust, vacuum, clean the stove top and finally, wash My stockings. Four hours later, maid marian completed every task (some of which she had to redo after she failed My inspections). I was expecting guests in an hour and slave connor was also turning up in an hour to begin his cooking preparation for dinner.
No sooner was I packing slave tate off home when I heard two familiar voices on My driveway. My goodness, my guests were VERY early. Just as well maid marian had finished when she did. It was out with My slave and in with My dinner guests, into My beautiful clean home Fortunately, My guests and My slave had crossed paths once before and no introduction was necessary.
I could finally relax and socialise and slave connor arrived on time and busied himself in My kitchen with his superb chef skills to prepare a scrumptious Italian style Chicken & Olive Pasta dish for mains and baked apples for dessert. As soon as dessert was served up, I allowed slave connor to get himself some food which he was expected to eat in the kitchen (and NOT mingling with My guests at the dinner table)! he then washed all the dishes to that point and left My kitchen sparkling before he was permitted to say goodbye and leave, having finished an excellent job as My chef for the evening.
I have decided that slave connor will do this more often for his Goddess whenever I have guests staying for dinner. It is not My job to slave away at the stove and its about time that changed!
I had a load of washing on and after 10 minutes, the machine began to make an dreadful noise. It was so bad I had to stop the machine as I was sure it might explode any moment if it kept going. I was not surprised by this turn of events and suspected it could go at any stage. Time to phone My landlord and joke about how the washing machine he had bought in 1974 (a guesstimate from the age of My townhouse), had finally died. His response: the washing machine had actually been purcahsed in 1973!!!! Things were definitely made to last in that era. My landlord is simple marvellous and within 20 minutes of letting him know about My problem, I had a phone call from him to say that a replacement washing machine had been organised and would be delivered to Me within the hour. What an angel!
After the new machine was delivered and the old machine taken away, a mess was left on the tiled floor. I swept up what I could and I most certainly was NOT going to get on My hands and knees to wash the floor so it was a perfect job for My collared slave.
After this job was completed, I had My slave lying before Me in the lounge room while I sat back, relaxed and watched TV. I was not in the mood to deal with him in My dungeon this evening and in fact, I decided it was about time My slave entertained Me by playing with My cock. For extra stimulation and torment, he could feel My stockinged feet on those very sensitive nipples well in reach of My feet
To add some confusion while he was busy playing with My cock as instructed, I let it slip that chastity may be an option once again. Oh dear, did that get him going, not that I thought it wouldn't (LOL)!!! What fun I had teasing My slave and slave tate had no idea whether I was joking or being serious as he was not in a position to see My face. After an interminably long period of torment, he was finally put out of his misery. Didn't want to wear him out too much as I expected maid marian to be in top form for cleaning duties on Sunday. Without further delay, he was sent home and instructed to present himself at My premises at 10.15am the next day.Yesterday was busy. I was running slightly behind and changed slave tate's arrival to 10.30am to give Me an extra 15 minutes to get ready. With no time to waste, W/we headed off to the shops for two purposes - to find suitable pajamas for maid marian and I had to get some cheese and crackers for My dinner guests that evening. The pajama shopping took longer than W/we anticipated which was necessary to guarantee a suitable purchase. A quick detour into the Supermarket on the way to the car and W/we were finally on O/our way back.
maid marian had to get changed and try on the pajamas I had chosen for her while I got My coffee going and heated up some lunch for U/us. I wanted maid marian to have a decent meal before she started cleaning as I figured she would be doing so for at least 3 hours. Can't have My maid distracted due to hunger pangs. The pj's were a perfect fit, lunch was eaten and maid marian was given her instructions for the afternoon: scrub the kitchen bench and sinks, dust, vacuum, clean the stove top and finally, wash My stockings. Four hours later, maid marian completed every task (some of which she had to redo after she failed My inspections). I was expecting guests in an hour and slave connor was also turning up in an hour to begin his cooking preparation for dinner.
No sooner was I packing slave tate off home when I heard two familiar voices on My driveway. My goodness, my guests were VERY early. Just as well maid marian had finished when she did. It was out with My slave and in with My dinner guests, into My beautiful clean home
Fortunately, My guests and My slave had crossed paths once before and no introduction was necessary.I could finally relax and socialise and slave connor arrived on time and busied himself in My kitchen with his superb chef skills to prepare a scrumptious Italian style Chicken & Olive Pasta dish for mains and baked apples for dessert. As soon as dessert was served up, I allowed slave connor to get himself some food which he was expected to eat in the kitchen (and NOT mingling with My guests at the dinner table)! he then washed all the dishes to that point and left My kitchen sparkling before he was permitted to say goodbye and leave, having finished an excellent job as My chef for the evening.
I have decided that slave connor will do this more often for his Goddess whenever I have guests staying for dinner. It is not My job to slave away at the stove and its about time that changed!
Posted by Mistress Adira at Monday, June 23, 2008 8:18 PM 
Categories: Collared Slaves, Personal Journal, Social Activities
Categories: Collared Slaves, Personal Journal, Social Activities
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