I mentioned that Andrew was going to write about his day in service to Me at My home and here is it. I have not edited it at all, preferring to let you see it in it's "andrew" form. Feel free to comment or ask questions of any of My boys or Myself and don't be scared, I don't bite. (finn and andrew might take issue with that statement... he he)andrew says...
Mistress,
As payment for a mistake I had made earlier in the month I found myself on the Long Island Railroad headed towards my Mistress's house. I had offered to clean her house as well as submit to a healthy spanking, instead of being nervous about the two obvious tasks to come, I was extremely worried about what I didn't know. I had never been invited to my Mistress's house before, I had offered to clean it really without thinking, I had no idea how large the house was, or what any of its contents were, beyond my Mistress.
As the train pulled into the Island Park stop I nervously got off the train and began to look around the parking lot, I called my Mistress shortly afterwards and her SUV rolled into the parking lot a few minutes later. As soon as I got into my Mistress's car a great deal of my nervousness lifted, though I had only met with my Mistress in person twice before I was confident that in her presence nothing "too bad" would happen to me. We talked for a while as Mistress showed me around Island Park and parts of Long Beach; we stopped to pick up a little fast food and headed to her home. After casually eating in her yard we journeyed upstairs where most of my remaining day would be spent.
Once upstairs I saw that Mistress lived in a very nice house, inside and out, it just so happened that while Mistress was on vacation her beautiful home had taken on a fine layer of dust. As soon as we were both upstairs Mistress began going over the tasks I would be completing for her today, as soon as I was given these orders I could feel myself slipping hard into sub-space. I also received a very practical and thoughtful gift from my Mistress, a pair of almost sheer black panties with large white ruffles on the rear, from the second I was ordered to put them on, I had an erection. I was aroused not only because of the obvious cross-dressing or feminization but because I knew my Mistress had taken time out of her day to purchase these for me, they were even a perfect fit.It was at this time that Mistress had me pick the two implements from her wonderful collection that I was to be spanked with.
I was then told to stand feet apart with my hands on the counter, seconds later my spanking began. As I was being spanked there was more than just pain, there was also a feeling of accomplishment, I had owed a debt to my Mistress, and now I was repaying it. I also tried to be more open with my reactions, instead of trying to fight back the screams I allowed some sound out, the last thing I want to do is make Mistress believe she's not hitting me hard enough. Mistress then abruptly walked away, telling me to remain in position, she returned soon after, and I felt something slide across my asshole. Later I would learn that this was a small vibrator, but I was so shocked, so aroused by its sudden entrance into me that I had to really fight the urge to cum on Mistress's floor.Once I began cleaning and doing laundry my Mistress began work on my second surprise, it was a white apron that came with red iron on letters; slowly she began to iron on my name.
Once she was finished Mistress immediately put the apron on me (As well as some miniature clothespins she had gotten), it was a very kind gesture, and I knew she had made it, which made it invaluable to me. I knew at this point that I was a least beginning to interest my Mistress, I started cleaning with new energy, I knew I was doing something right.As I cleaned I realized that my Mistress was watching me, I could feel her eyes all over me, but more than that I also realized that what I was doing was a big privilege, and that few slaves are allowed into my Mistress's home. There were a few instances when Mistress was forced to spank me for failing to clean certain objects, but I knew that she wasn't spanking me for no reason, it was because I had made a mistake, and my Mistress did not want it to happen again.
After I had finished cleaning Mistress allowed me to do something very special, she allowed me to give her a massage. I was ordered to get the hand lotion for her bathroom, as I entered the bathroom I caught my smile in the mirror, I knew that I had done well for this to be happening. Mistress had me start at her feet and go all the way up to her neck as she laid face down on her couch. Mistress taught me a special technique for massaging her back, and from the smile on her face, I could tell that I was at least partly doing the right thing. Mistress then said with a smile on her face "Go to the bathroom, get the small hairbrush out of the basket" after I returned she then told me to gently brush her hair, but to stay away from her bangs. I could tell by the look on my Mistress's face that she was enjoying this immensely, which automatically made me happy to do it. While I brushed her hair I realized that my Mistress enjoyed having me as her slave for the afternoon as much as I enjoyed being her slave for the afternoon, I felt some color come to my cheeks as I thanked her again.
After the massage and the grooming I asked my Mistress a question that changed the rest of my night "Mistress, may I please see your strapon?"
I could see that Mistress was weighing the question in her mind, and after a few seconds of silence she agreed and told me to follow her to the bedroom. Getting her bag from the closet she had a smile on her face, and I guess in hindsight I should have known or at least anticipated what was about to happen. Her strapon was beautiful, around six inches long, made of rubber, and black in color, I watched her as she buckled the harness around her waist, she then turned to me and said "On your knee's boy." At that point I would have done anything to have her rubber cock inside of me, I had not been used anally in almost a calendar year, and I missed it. I deepthroated the strapon for awhile, letting it slide out of my mouth gently so I could suck on the tip, the entire time I tried not to break eye contact with my Mistress, I could feel myself straining against my new panties. She pulled out of my mouth and asked me to grab a condom from the nightstand behind me, she had it on in seconds and said "Get on the bed boy, reach back for me, and spread your asscheecks." I practically tripped over myself trying to get up on that bed, as soon as my face was against the mattress I began to pant, I knew what was coming and I wanted it more than anything.Slowly she eased the head past my asshole, I could feel myself stretching muscles I forgot I had, and at about the half way point the first moan escaped me. Methodically she worked her way in and out of me, finally with one great push she put all six inches inside of me, leaning into me she made sure I felt every centimeter. Again I had to desperately fight the urge to cum, I knew that if it kept up there would be no way I could hold back, but I also knew that I would spend the rest of the weekend in this predicament if I could. Finally I begged my Mistress to be allowed to go to the bathroom, she relented but said "If you cum in my toilet, ill make sure you won't be able to sit down for a month" I AM NOT allowed to cum without my Mistress's consent. Once in the bathroom I instinctively checked myself for any rectal cuts, as soon as my toilet paper covered finger entered me I moaned a little bit (I think I truly am becoming an anal slut).
After I cleaned myself up I was allowed to dress, but thankfully was allowed to wear the panties home under my boxers, I absolutely love the way the feel, and the way they ride up. We talked with each other for another twenty minutes, Mistress showed me some pictures of her recent trip, at this point it was almost seven PM. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and I was allowed to give Mistress a small kiss before I boarded the LIRR for my trip home. The entire trip home I went over the events of that day, how great it felt to finally serve someone, and how wonderful it felt to be appreciated as a slave. Thank-You Mistress for another day I won't soon forget.
