This is a repost; I deleted my other account but the story is still online.

I heard the shackling of her restraints in the kitchen as my maid made me a cup of coffee. This is how our morning usually goes. She makes me a coffee followed by me watching the morning news and her kneeling at my feet awaiting for my next commands. This is our relationship, she’s my maid as well as my sub… a pet if you will.

She lives with me 24/7. She sleeps in my bed… well… when I allow her to… Her other lodging place is in the living room shackled to the fireplace. She knows to use the bathroom before she goes to bed because she knows the consequences if she does not. It’s always amusing to watch her patiently sit on the toilet checking, double checking, making sure she is good to lock herself away for the night. When she sleeps, she gets shackled and gets placed in chastity. I don’t want her masturbating without permission.

We met in the library. She was reading an erotic novel that caught my attention.

“Have you ever thought about living out those fantasies?” I asked her.

“I actually have not because nobody I know is into this kind of stuff. I’m actually kind of embarrassed that you know what this book is,” she responded with a chuckle.

“Don’t be… Would you want to know what it’s like?” I said her. She was hesitant at first but intrigued at the idea of living out her fantasies. One thing led to another and 6 months later we were in a D/s dynamic.

She sits there waiting for a dose of attention, a drop of appreciation and recognition, yet she battles that urge with something else… approval, more specifically, my approval. I watch her in her outfit that I picked for her. I cotton white tank top, no bra, and a black thong. The cotton white tank top does not do anything; it barely covers her tits and complements her thong perfectly. Her nipples can be seen easily through her clothing, they’re as stiff as can be. She loves to wait for me.

“Anything else Sir?” She breaks the silence. Her eyes darted mine inquisitively.

“Table…” I command.

She smiles and quickly rushes to all fours to become the table for my coffee. She feels the pleasure of being useful and wanted even if she is degraded.

“Shirt off… “ I command.

“But Sir… the coffee… it's hot.” she said in a concerned yet excited tone.

“I know,” I responded followed by a smirk.

She says, “Yes Sir.”

She was shaking from nervousness or excitement, I couldn’t tell but I knew she was hiding her smile. She took off her tank top and exposed her perky nipples plastered with her horniness. I sat up from the couch and watched, admiring her willingness to please.

Afterwards, she got back on all fours and prepared to be my table.

I took the cup of coffee and set it on her pale white skin. Just then I heard her yelp. Her eyes squinted and her teeth showed; the sounds of her voice and the sight of her muscles tense was amusing and sexy.

I petted and rubbed my hands through her hair which did not help considering the stress on her body. “Good girl…” I reassured her.

I got closer to her and asked her, “How would you like to serve me today?”

“How ever… mmm… you want me to serve you Sir aahhh” She gasped as she felt my fingers reach down between her legs to rub her pussy. She knew I could feel her wetness. The dampness in her thong and the fact my fingers could slip right into her were her tattle tales.

I watched her shake trying desperately to balance out the pain with the pleasure. I enjoyed watching her struggle, I will admit. There is something about a woman who is desperate for pleasure that is so intoxicating.

Just when she became comfortable with the pleasure, I pulled away reminding her who is in control. She replied, clearing her throat and letting out a gasp.

I admired her once more, the beverage perfectly placed on her skin knowing she’d stay like that all day, not because of my approval but because of my disapproval. She knew if she spilled the coffee, she’d be punished. “Come with me to the room,” I commanded. “And place my coffee in the kitchen. Don’t spill it again!”

Her eyes dilated and an expression of disbelief covered her face. Nevertheless she said, “Yes Sir,” knowing that it was a near impossible task…

Maybe making part 2???