found this on BDSM Australia forum thought you guys would love it if you hadnt read it before. the second part is funny
PART 1...THE FANTASY
The slave wakes just before sunrise and stretches her supple, naked body. As she fights off sleep, she remembers last night and the fantastic evening she spent being used in every way by her strong, handsome master.
Quickly she rises from her pallet at the foot of Master's canopy bed. She cups her breast to muffle the sounds of the slave bells attached to her nipple rings. Quietly she tip-toes to the door, trying not to waken her Master with the jingling of her bells,
collar rings and ankle chains. Master needs his rest and will still sleep a bit as she makes his breakfast.
She gathers together Master's breakfast tray as fresh coffee beans twirl frantically in the grinder. She grabs the water kettle and prepares the french coffee press so she can make Master the best possible brew, just as he deserves. The coffee fills the sparkling clean kitchen with a rich, delicious aroma. Looking around, she can't but help feel proud of how well she has kept the kitchen, as well as the rest of the house,
clean and beautiful for her Master. She pours the coffee into an insulated mug to keep it piping hot as she slices fresh fruit for Master's meal. Keeping him healthy and happy is her duty and joy, and she takes a few extra seconds to slice the fruit into fancy slices which are as delicious to the eye as they are to the tongue. She places the fruit and the coffee onto Master's tray and then calls for Master's other pet...a large purebred Golden Retriever. Baron, Master's well trained and obedient hunting companion sits patiently at the slaves feet, waiting for instructions. "Fetch" is all she says and he bounds out the dog door and runs to the front yard. He snatches up the morning paper and runs it inside, dropping it proudly on the floor and waiting for his
treat. Baron is rewarded for his service and then heads back outside to chase squirrels.
Placing the paper in a side pocket of the breakfast tray, the slave heads back to Master's bedroom. She does not try to hide the tinkling sound of her bells and chains this time, as this, along with the aroma of hot coffee, serves as an effective alarm. She kneels beside the bed and holds up the tray, letting the delicious coffee smell do its work. Master stirs and stretches. Sleepily he reaches for the remote and turns on the news. He yawns and inhales deeply. Then, he reaches for the coffee, leaving the slave to continue holding the tray in her outstretched arms. Her arms are aching, but she knows Master needs time to wake, and she gladly bears this minor burden.
After a sip or two, he is fully awake and now places his coffee back on the tray before taking it from his slave and placing it next to him on the bed. The coffee is perfect and he smiles as he sees the extra effort she has taken with his morning fruit plate. Last night was rather exciting, and he sees that she is showing her appreciation. Looking at her kneeling form, his heart glows as he thinks of how well his slave has taken to her training. He fondly remembers all the pleasure she has given him since he collared her 10 years ago. He snaps his fingers, signaling his
precious pet that it is time to prepare his bath.
After rushing to the Master's bathroom, the slave lays out a thick, naural sponge, his favorite shampoo, some conditioner, and the scented liquid soap she can hardly wait to run over his body. She fills the tub and tests the water, making sure the temperature is exactly how Master likes it. As the tub fills, she places towels on the warming rack along with his luxurious robe. Master enters the bathroom and takes
off his silk pajamas and climbs into the warm waiting water. His obedient slave sits on the edge of the oversized marble bath and slowly sponges his toned and tanned muscles. Simply being allowed to touch Master fills the slave with longing and joy. She then shampoos and conditions his hair and rinses him throughly using a crystal pitcher filled with fresh warm water. The Master then reclines, relaxing in the soothing water. The slave then takes Master's silver shaving kit and prepares a rich later. Using a thick brush, she covers his face with the shaving cream, admiring his chiseled good looks and feeling herself become more and more sexually excited with every
stroke. She then carefully shaves him and wraps his face in a warm moist towel. Master snaps his fingers again, signaling the slave to prepare his clothes.
The slave rushes to the bedroom and takes out a suit she know Master likes. As a bonus, it also happens to be her favorite, and just thinking about how he will look in it sends a shiver of sexual energy through her body. She then lays out the suit, his tie, his pants, and the shirt, socks and underwear she pressed just last night. Wearing the robe that his slave left on the towel warmer for him, he proudly struts into the
room. He feels refreshed and ready to conquer the day, much as he has conquered this beautiful little slave.
The slave helps him dress, and then rushes down stairs to prepare his briefcase, grab his coat, and get his car keys so he can head to work. Being a high powered executive at a Fortune 500 company is very demanding, and anything she can do to help fills her with a deep sense of accomplishment. She knows her Master's schedule by heart and knowing there is time, she places the items near the door and
scurries back to the kitchen to prepare him a little treat. She finds a travel mug and fills it with coffee, adding some new flavored syrup she picked up last time Master allowed her to wear clothing and venture out to the store. She also grabs a small loaf
of banana bread she baked the previous day while Master played golf. Hearing his footsteps on the stairs, she places the loaf into a small brown bag and runs back to the front door.
Kneeling and with her head bowed, she holds out his coat, keys, coffee and treat bag. The briefcase if next to her and within easy reach. Master slowly walks to the door and notices that she has an extra mug of coffee and a little brown bag that signals an
additional effort on the part of his slave. He is proud of her, and looks forward to this evening when her efforts will be rewarded if she finishes all the task she must do while he works. He puts on his coat, grabs his key, and briefcase, and then tells his
pet, "Rise my slave."
She stands before him, stealing glimpses of her handsome Master beneath her lowered lashes. She is quivering with excitement and need for him. He takes the coffee and bag from her hand and simply says, "You have done well today, slave. Your list of task is on my desk. See that all things are done and you will be properly rewarded."
She falls to her knees and begins to kiss his feet. "Thank you Master, Thank You!"
Master then leaves to head off to his high paying job as the slave goes to the desk to see her list of tasks. She begins to grin, and then laughs out loud. After the usual cleaning and cooking, yard work and laundry, there is a surprise. Masters last command is to video tape herself using the new red vibrator he recently bought. She must orgasm at least 3 times and have the tape ready for him to view when he comes home. She is indeed a lucky slave to have such a wonderful Master.
THIS ENDS PART 1...
PART II...Reality
The slave wakes just after her Master kicks her under the covers. She has slept through the alarm again. As she wipes the drool off her face, Master looks over
and begins to laugh at her wild "Phyllis Dillar" bed-head hair. The slave sticks out her tongue at Master as she jumps out of the bed and grabs her robe. As much as Master would love to have her naked at all times, nudity is just not something that they want to do in front of their three children. As she fights off sleep, she remembers last night and the way they both though of having sex, but passed out snoring before they could even get out the toys.
The bed she shares with Master is only a full size and her back aches from the pokey springs. They should soon have enough saved up to get a queen sized bed if their stupid Toyota would stop breaking down. She cups her breast, still feeling the ache where her nipple rings used to be. Five days after getting them pierced, they got infected and the rings had to be removed. Admittedly, they did look kinda cute, but
after snagging her only good blouse and ruining it, the appeal quickly wore off. She stumbles to the bedroom door, wondering if that lazy man is ever going to get out of bed. She works full-time too, ya know, and slave or not, it was supposed to be his turn to help the kids get ready for school.
The slave begins to make coffee, but they are almost out. She has enough to make a pot as long as it is a little on the weak side. Thinking quickly, she gets her coat from the hall closet and digs through the pockets. A few days ago she got coffee at 7-11 and grabbed a few extra creamer packets, and she decides to add these to the morning java so the weakness of the brew will not be as noticeable. One of them is
even hazel nut, and she will gladly give that to Master since that is his favorite, as long as does not piss her off by staying in bed too long.
Once the coffee is ready, she pours it into a couple of Kalua mugs that they got as part of a gift pack last Christmas. They are chipped already from the kids using them to collect rocks and bugs. It took her forever to get them clean, but they are the only 2 coffee mugs they have left. She then stirs in the creamer. Taking a sip, she decides it is acceptable and yells "Coffee's Ready!" so Master can grab his cup before it gets cold. Looking through the cupboard, she takes inventory of the cereal. Master likes a bowl in the morning, and if she combines the Coco Puffs with the Captain Crunch, she can get him a full bowl and still have enough Fruity Pebbles to give to the kids.
She lays out cereal bowls and spoons for all and then goes to wake the children.
She hears Master slowly shuffling towards the kitchen as she bangs on the kids bedroom doors. They also have slept through their alarms, obviously having inheriting this skill from their mother. After ensuring that they are getting dressed and will soon be in the kitchen for breakfast, she goes to tend to Master's other pet...a large purebred Golden Retriever. Baron, Master's lazy and stupid dog, is
laying on the couch covered in little pieces of plastic. While he was supposed to be a hunting dog, he showed to have no instincts for it and has only managed to chew up everyone's shoes and a couple of remote controls. Though he is dumber than a box of rocks, he is rather cute and they are quite fond of him. Closer investigation shows that the dog has gotten a hold of one of their "toys" and the little pieces are all that is left of the only butt plug she liked. "Stupid dog" is all she says as the dog slowly
ambles to the dog door and walks to the front yard. He sniffs at the morning paper laying by the walkway right before he pees on it. The slave thinks this would be really funny if it had just happened to someone else. She locks the dog door and leaves him outside to chase squirrels.
Giving up on reading the paper, she passes Master as he sips his coffee and tries to get the kids to hurry up so they will not miss the bus. She quickly runs to the shower and gets cleaned up. She does not take too long because she still wants Master to have enough hot water for his shower. As she dresses, the phone rings. It's work. The shipment they were waiting on did not arrive, so they will not need her to work today. The whole packing crew is being called off and is getting an unexpected vacation day. Yippee!
She goes to the kitchen to tell Master, who is now fully awake after arguing with the children, and sending them out the door to their bus. "Thanks babe," he says, " The coffee is perfect" and he smiles at the extra effort she has taken to give him his favorite creamer. He thinks back to last night, which was rather funny now that you think about it. Looking at his slave's slightly pudgy form, his heart glows as he
thinks of how lucky he is to have a wife...slave...with a sense of humor. He fondly
remembers all the of the fun times they have managed to squeeze in since he married her 10 years ago. After 9 years, things started to feel a little stale and
they started getting into BDSM. But they really found that D/s fit their basic personalities and found themselves fighting less, enjoying each other more,
and having way more fun, even if they didn't do it "right" most of the time. As he thinks back on their history, and all the changes over the last year, his wife-turned-slave tells him she now has the day off.
Master says, "Good, now you can finally get some stuff done around here." And turns to head for the shower so he does not have to see the dirty look he knows is
coming his way. His not-always-so-obedient slave has at least saved him some hot water and left a dry towel on the edge of the sink. As he showers and shaves, he
thinks about how thoughtful she can be at times, even when he picks on her. He will keep this in mind as he makes her a chore list.
The slave slowly wanders back to the bedroom after finishing the last of her doctored coffee. Master will be out of the shower soon and needs a clean uniform. She rifles through the laundry basket next to the dresser and pulls out a clean shirt. Getting out that motor oil is so hard, but a friend told her if she sprayed hair spray on it, it might be able to get out the grease. She tried it yesterday and it worked great. She also pulls out his work pants, some socks, and his underwear. The Sponge Bob boxers are cute, and just thinking about how her big strong man likes to wear the underwear with little cartoon characters all over them sends giggles through her whole body. She then lays it everything out on the bed and smoothes out the wrinkles, not that it will make much difference. Master doesn't really care about things like that, and after 10 minutes under the hood of a Buick, it won't really matter anyway. Completely naked, he proudly struts into the room and waves his winkie at her. Master is in a silly mood again, and the slave can't help but laugh at him. He feels refreshed and, as always, enjoys joking with his goofy slave-wife.
The slave pegs him in the head with a rolled up sock, and then rushes down stairs
to prepare his lunch box for work. Being a mechanic at a car dealership can be demanding, and anything she can do to help keep him from getting too grumpy after
putting up with his bosses makes her feel good. She makes him a bologna and cheese sandwich and then grabs him an apple, a small bag of pretzels, and some carrot sticks. She tosses them into his lunch box after pulling out all the old sandwich rappers that have managed to pile up inside. Hearing his footsteps in the hall, she holds out the lunch box so he can grab it as he walks by.
"About that chore list," he cautiously says as he reaches the front door, "I know you have been busy lately and putting in a lot of overtime. Just do what you can, OK?"
Where as six months ago a comment like this could get him into trouble, since exploring D/s, there was now open communication. Instead of yelling or nagging, his
wife just smile gratefully at the fact Master acknowledged her hectic schedule and was making allowances for it. Walking over to her scruffy, but still cute Master, she hugs him and warmly says "Things are looking scary around here, so I think I
will play some loud disco music and just get it over with. Oh, by the way, the dog ate my butt plug. Have a good day, ya big Goober."
Laughing at the simple absurdities of his life and kissing the slave, Master leaves for his under-paying, demanding job. Closing the door behind him, the slave goes to the desk to see her list of tasks. Reading the note, she begins to grin, and then laughs out loud. The usual list of cleaning and cooking, yardwork and laundry that never seem to get done is all crossed off. Instead, Master's note has commanded her to "Take a Nap". Pulling the vacuum cleaner out of the hall closet to clean up the shards of the butt plug, she thinks to herself that she is indeed a lucky slave to have such a wonderful Master.
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