The Ad 2

I'd convinced myself that it wasn't real. Despite that kiss, I couldn't really believe all this. She was too good-looking, too nice. It had to be a joke or dream of some sort. It would never work out.
But, the bell had rung at six o'clock exactly and she looked perfect, standing at my door, dressed all in white. And definitely sexy. A long cotton coat hung open from her shoulders to her white pumps, plain white stockings rose up to a skirt so short that it made no effort to hide the stocking's lacy tops encircling her thighs. For a top, she wore a sheer, long-sleeved blouse, also white, which clearly showed the white lace of the bra encupping her breasts. A woman in white.
I'd thought a lot about how not to make a mess of this unfathomable moment, how to go about constructing our relationship. I really only put that ad in out of boredom? Loneliness? As a joke?… I don't know, but I certainly didn't expect that anything would really happen. I mean, I'm not a pervert or anything, but here was this, not gorgeous of course, but pretty enough, woman offering me…what? How much? Was I going to regret this?
I motioned her in, shut the door and took her coat. Neither of us spoke. I walked slowly around her, staring her up and down. She just hung her head and let me look. The hard part was the punishment. I mean, I didn't want to hurt her, like with spankings and all. I wouldn't like that. I'd thought about perhaps plucking her pubic hairs a few at a time, but even that caused pain. No, I wanted her punishments to make her want to serve me better, not to fear me. And that thought gave me my plan. Keep her off balance and use her intention to serve me. (I hesitated to call it her desire to serve me yet.)
I took the wine and the video from her and set them down on a table. Cupping her face in my hands, I raised it so that I could see into her eyes. Bright red lipstick outlined her mouth, a flash of rouge on her cheeks, and thick purple eyeshadow elongating and thinning her eyes. What blazed in them surprised me in its intensity. Fear, yes, some fear, but more of shame, shame wrestling with some dark need, some unspoken compulsion to give her all, and the embarrassing commitment she'd made to obey me.
"Kiss me."
And her shame gave way to the darkness, and her mouth leapt at mine, open, willing, wanting, soft and waiting for my tongue which slid in as a conqueror, taking over her mouth, leaving no room for her to speak or chose, only pushing her tongue with mine. Her mouth convulsed wider open and her hips pushed forward, arching herself into me. The smell of her sex rose up from between us, and her hardened nipples pressed against my chest.
I pulled back suddenly, leaving her with her mouth slowly closing on emptiness and disappointed confusion all over her face. Good, I thought, despite the hard-on aching against my trousers, keep her off balance. But I realized that this was going to take some control on my part too. To work her correctly.
"Let me show you around the place," I said, taking her by the arm. Every room was in various shades of disarray. "As I think I mentioned in my ad, I'm a slob and need someone to clean up after me." It was a small place, a typical bachelor's place. The front door opened directly into the living room, dominated by a huge screen TV and an overstuffed chair right in front of it. The dining room was empty and used as storage. First we went into the kitchen, where I put the wine in the fridge. Both the kitchen and the single bathroom were filthy. I'd not made my bed in some few days, and clean sheets were a rarity in my life.
But all of that was about to change. "I want you to clean up. Don't look at me that way. I want you to clean. You don't want me to have to live in such a messy place do you? Besides, you'll be spending some time here, and think of all the things you'll do. You wouldn't want to have to do all of that in such a mess, would you? Do the bathroom last because I'm going to take a shower while you get started. You'll find most cleaning stuff in the closet by the door. I think that's where it is. Help yourself, look around to find what you need."
The confused look on her face almost made me give up the game, but I knew that she really wanted this. I mean, she answered the ad. So I ignored her obvious disappointment and shooed her out towards the closet As I went into my bedroom to change and shower I heard her start to fuss with the vacuum cleaner. I heard it begin and run through the noise of the shower. I leapt in stiffness at the thought of a woman, dressed the way was, cleaning my house because I'd told her to. It was the best shower I'd taken in some time.
After drying off and putting on only a white bathrobe, I went to see how she was doing. She was bent over my bed, tucking the blankets in. The floor was clear and had obviously just been vacuumed. She looked up at me, a strand of loose hair over her face. Bending at the waist had hiked her skirt up her waist, revealing the bulge and curve of her panties below the hem. She was panting slightly.
I could not help it. "Oh Esclava," I cooed, "You look so lovely, standing there like that. You make me want you.." She positively beamed at these words of encouragement, a smile opening across her face. "Now you just have the living room to go."
I poured myself some of the wine she'd brought but did not pour her any. Instead, I flopped in my favorite chair, and asked her to start the video she'd brought. I asked her what it was about and if she'd watched it. She blushed as she told me that it was about a woman kidnapped by these two men and made to serve their sexual needs.
"Did you enjoy it?"
She nodded.
"Did you touch yourself while you were watching it?"
Again her head bobbed. I stared at how her breasts stirred in their lacy nests each time she moved her head. The nipples leapt out as she answered.
"Did you come?"
She began to move her head again, but I interrupted this movement with my voice. She cringed at the thought of my displeasure. "Tell me. Say it. What? I didn't hear you."
Finally she raised her head and looked me straight in the face. Her cheeks glowed bright red, as did her ears, but she spoke clearly. "Yes, the film made me hot, it made me want to fuck, it made me open and wet, wanting a huge cock thrust into it the way the men in the film were fucking the girl. I want you to fuck me the same way, the same way. And yes, I touched myself, finger-fucked my wet cunt for most of the film, dreaming only that I was giving myself to you, only to you, everything for you. And I came around my fingers, I came and came." She then hid her face again and shyly asked if that was the answer I wanted.
"Sounds like a good film. Why don't you put it in for me while you finish cleaning up."
Resigned this time to my apparent indifference, the film began and she went back to work. With only the living room left to clean, she had to listen to the tape again, to the lousy dialogue, the vulgarity, the moist slapping of flesh on flesh while she picked up my mess. For myself, I could drift back and forth between the canned models on the screen and the live action in front of me. Picking up requires a lot of movement and I watched her every move. Sometimes, when one of the men in the film was about to come in the girl's face or do something nasty, I'd call her over to watch with me, asking if this was a part that had made her hot. Drifting back and forth between the pornographic and the domestic was clearly confusing her. The film and her cleaning finished at the same time. By this time, I had a huge erection that could not be dissembled by my robe.
I called her over and asked her to kneel between my legs. My robe fell open and my erection bobbed and danced right in front of her face.
"Have you ever given a blowjob? Good. But I'm now going to show you how to give me a blowjob. I want extraordinary blowjobs each time, every time. This will require a little explaining and practice. Are you ready? Good. To give an adequate blowjob , you must have some materials. See this tray? It is your blowjob tray. Always keep it close at hand. Now a proper blowjob begins with some flavoring. Take that small brush and paint my cock with the liquid in the small bowl."
I sucked in breath as she slowly stroked my shaft with the small brush. The fine bristles particularly tickled when she ran them around the underside of my head. I forgot to breathe when she painted my scrotum with the flavoring.
"Now, suck it off. You'll like it. Adds a little flavor. There we go, yes, there. Ho, okay now, okay. The next step is to put on the lightest shade of lipstick when we begin. When you feel my balls tighten up, switch to the mid-shade of lipstick. That's right. Stop completely, remove whatever lipstick is there and replace it with the next darker shade. Switch to the darkest shade just when you think that I'm going to come. I want to come in your mouth, way deep in your mouth, and swallow all of my cum. Got it? Not too hard, I guess. Alright, you can get started.."
And she started with such a will and desire to please. Gentle, yet firm; tireless. She changed lipstick twice and I came deep in her mouth. She sucked the cum out of me more fiercely than I shuddered it into her. Then we lay quietly as my cock slowly detumecsed out of her mouth. Finally, it popped out. I sighed and Esclava answered it with her own. Just as she was starting to drift off into tenderness, I forced myself to push her off of me.
"Well, you did that so well. We'll have to practice lots to make sure you stay in form. But how me what else you did this evening. Show me what you cleaned."
Taking me by the hand, she showed me each room, vastly neater and cleaned. She answered all of my questions patiently, proud of my praise at her work. I took her coat suddenly from the closet and put it on her shoulders, She looked at me in utter confusion.
"Esclava, you've done a fine job and pleased me greatly. You have passed this first stage in your initiation into my service. Today is Monday. Keep it up through Saturday, and you'll get your test. For now, you should go. Come tomorrow at the same time. Dress all in white again. Now, kiss me."