Chloe & Me

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

The first thing that she did with me, now that she actually owned me, was to draw up a list of basic household cleaning duties. Each obviously designed to fill out my day and keep me busy. She told me clearly that any and she stressed, ‘any,’ faults would be paid for by the painful application of a cane to my bare bottom. The threat interested and excited me; I determined to make a mistake or two, if only to annoy her.

She then insisted that I fetch my wallet, which I did. She opened it, removing all but ten pounds from within; that it seemed according to her was to be my weekly allowance from then on. I had a good job for a nineteen year old, and earned very good money fixing or designing people’s computers, and general electronic repairs. Now I was to find myself working to fund her desires, at which I almost rebelled, then I remembered the contract I had signed and the film evidence she held, and accepted the rightness of her interpretation and demands.

She told me to work hard and enjoy my slavery, adding that she expected a pathetic boy like me would have the desire to wank my c**k. She insisted that I show restraint, claiming that she would know when she returned if I had obeyed her. I did not see how she could know, but that was what she claimed. She left the house taking my money, as for me I sat on a kitchen chair and thought. I had already accepted my situation, but that didn’t mean that I was ready to jump to and get my hands dirty. However, I realised swiftly that I would have to soon, or suffer the consequences when she returned home.

My first day as her slave started poorly and continued as I looked at the list that she had left me, the very long list. I wondered if I could actually do everything that she demanded of me, there was only one way to find out and that was to try, so I tried. Job one, clean the kitchen floor and generally tidy up, that was followed by hoovering the house, including her inner sanctum. I resisted the powerful urge to open her draws and have a rummage, despite the growing demands made by my c**k. I hoovered, scrubbed, and generally cleaned for the rest of the day, until I was exhausted. I entered the kitchen once more and pulled out a chair, intending to sit down for a well-earned rest.

That was when I heard the front door open and then close again, she was back. My time of judgment was upon me, I hoped she would be pleased with my efforts despite the fact that she caught me sitting down, doing nothing because I had completed her list, would I be in trouble was the question. I slipped quietly to the floor, kneeled up and waited for her to enter. My c**k betrayed my excitement at her return. She would see the evidence of my arousal before I could say anything as it poked from between my tightly closed knees, forcing its way into the air and thus her sight.

She entered smiling at something, distracted by the bags that she carried. My c**k bobbed in greeting, waved its throbbing head at her, clearly desperate for her slightest attention. I lowered my head as shame flooded across my face, reddening it; I could feel the swelling heat of arousal as it betrayed me.

She ignored me completely, which only caused still more frantic bobbing from my genitals. With my head down and my eyes fixed firmly on the sparkling kitchen floor, I heard the thud first, quickly followed by a crumpling of plastic as she placed the loaded bags onto the kitchen table.

Silently I prayed that I had done enough to please her, whilst fearing that I had not. My slave status was confirmed for all who cared to look, by the up thrusting expansion of my rigid c**k. She looked down at me, reaching down to lift my chin, holding the paper on which she had written out her list, noting the ticks I had placed by each and every completed job.

“Well done, you manage to finish them all, proud of yourself I presume?”

My eyes met hers; I saw only flinty glints of sadistic light projected from within them. Daggers of domination pierced deep into my soul. She was in charge and she both knew it, and understood her position, as did I.

“Coffee slave!”

I jumped, then crawled away from her, having secretly enjoyed the electric tension of her demeaning glance into my heart. I rounded the table aware that her eyes tracked my wiggling naked bottom, aware that my hanging balls swayed in appreciation of her demanding beauty. All the while, my un-restrained c**k wafted dagger like beneath my stomach, brushing lightly against my belly skin, adding to the exultancy I felt burning in my guts.

I served her with coffee from my knees, with my c**k out thrust debasing me, revealing the truth of my position, I was being forced to accept that I desired to be used, abused, and controlled to her will. My c**k made a lie of any thought of denying that truth. I am a natural slave; a dedicated sub in need of strong female direction, Chloe was of a nature to provide that direction. My life has changed totally in just 24hrs, it changed from the first view she had of my self-beaten buttocks, but it changed even further with my subservient posture, as I presented her, my owner, with her coffee.

She placed the mug onto the table ignoring it, pleased I think that I had obeyed her orders so well. Taking my face in her hands, she smiled down at me.

“Do you like being my slave?”

I nodded, terrified of answering, humiliated at the answer I wanted to give to her question, but also welcoming and accepting my debasement by her. As if my throbbing c**k did not speak for me, it told her the truth quite clearly but without the necessity of words. It, my c**k, wagged up and down uncontrollably in its excitement, humiliating me further before her, confirming if necessary all that she already understood about me.

“I’ve brought you a present my little slave, something special for you to wear!”

She reached into one of the bags as I waited kneeling before her taking out a paper bag from within. I heard something jangle as she opened the bag, revealing to me a fairly heavy gauge sliver chain, not overly expensive but tasteful, if you like chains. Dangling from the end of it was a flat silver plate and a ring, she held out the plate for me to read. Engraved in nice italics were the immortal words ‘Property of Mistress Chloe’. I looked up from the disk realising exactly what it was, and what it meant to us both.

“Head up my puppy,” she laughed.

I lifted my head, resigned to having the chain fitted. She looped it around my neck, locked it in place with the smallest silver padlock I had ever seen. A length of silver links dangled coldly against my hairless chest, on the end hung my tag. My c**k started doing press-ups again. Next, she removed a thin red lead, which she clipped to the hanging metal D ring beneath the tag.

“Let’s go and inspect you work, shall we.” She stood up pulling against the lead slightly. I crawled naked at her ankles, her pet, her property. Now marked out for anyone to see and understand, if they just looked at my tag, something I would have to be very careful to avoid happening.

Girl friends it would seem were going to be a problem, not that I had indulged in having one so far. I have always been ashamed of my inner desires; to ashamed to risk getting into a relationship, though that does not mean that I would not like one. That would not be happening, not with Chloe’s chain locked around my neck. I could just imagine the look of horror on any girls face when she read the message engraved on my ownership tag.

Mistress led me from the kitchen, she inspected first the lounge then the downstairs toilet, followed by the upper rooms, hers and mine included. Negotiating the stairs on hands and knees, I learnt that day, is a hell of an art. Mistress was very restrained with me; she only flicked her lead across my bottom five times during our accent. Over all, she told me, I had been obedient, though attention to detail would need to be improved.

Once more back in the kitchen she made me kneel up in front of her, to my utter humiliation my c**k was rearing up hard, it was now very erect and demanding.

“Enjoyed yourself I see!”

She tapped my swollen gland with the lead, causing me to wince, but my c**k throbbed, even more attentive to her.

“Would it like a bit of relief?” She demanded as she lightly scratched her clawed fingernails along the length of my erected flesh. The feeling was nearly indescribable, the pain of being raked, mixing with the pure pleasure of being touched after so long. How I didn’t shoot my stuff over her hand with her first touch I just don’t know, but I didn’t! Possibly, because of not wanting my pleasure to end, or perhaps I was terrified of her reaction, if I had.

She reached inside of her shopping bag again, she pulled out a black bag and waving it in front of my nose.

“Aren’t you a lucky boy, two presents in one day!”

The bag wasn’t very large, and contained a box which was obvious to me through the wrapping, but the question raging through my mind was what was inside of the box, and of course, how did it relate to me? Knowing Chloe’s devious mind, not very nicely I thought.

“Stay!”

She placed the lead on the floor, standing up as she walked around me. I dare not turn to watch her, much as I would have like to. I heard a ripping sound then she was back, now holding out two pieces of kitchen towel to me. I took them, slightly confused, but willingly.

“I will not have that thing!” She pointed at my c**k. “Bouncing around, distracting you from me, do something about it, now!”

Had I heard her right, did she want me to play with myself and in front of her? The horror exploded, it was bad enough being naked and erect in front of her, but to prove myself a pathetic wanker, and with her watching, oh the humiliation. The slap came from nowhere to explode onto my right cheek.

“Get on with it.”

I reached down for my c**k whilst at the same time I lowered my head in abject shame. Her hand reached out, I felt her nails slip under my chin, digging into my tender flesh, raising my head.

“I want to see your eyes, now wank it off boy!”

What choice did I have, how could I have refused, obviously I could not, so I grasped my c**k firmly, closing my fingers around my stalk and slowly pulled back my foreskin. Pleasure burst immediately into my groin, excitement dictated my actions, whilst I helpless and humiliated looked into the eager eyes of Chloe. She watched as she leant forward eager to see closer. I wanked my c**k for my Mistress’s entertainment, soon though; I could not have cared less if the whole world was watching me. I was engulfed in wave after wave of rippling pleasure as I headed towards ejaculation; nothing could have stopped me right then! Chloe was smiling, she leant back slightly, she wanted to see me spurt, as well as watch my face as my orgasm took over.

My mouth went dry as semen pulsed from my dangling balls, I could feel it as it surged along my c**k, and I placed the kitchen paper over the end of my rod, catching the fluid as it exploded out. Chloe clapped in glee, for her another barrier to her control of me had been circumvented. My face contorted as pleasure swamped out my thoughts. Only my orgasm existed for me, only shooting my stuff into the towel mattered. Then reality interrupted as Chloe’s nails dug upward into my jaw. Her thumb found my dry lips and forced entry, she used the leverage she gained to lift my head, leaning close, and I could feel her breath on my cheek.

“Get it washed slave!”

Reality returned; I struggled to my feet, despite my legs having turned to jelly. Rocking back and forward, my c**k swathed in soaked tissue, filled with my spent jism which seeped through to my clutching hand; I turned from my owner and went to the sink at which she had pointed. Dish washing-up liquid would have to suffice as a cleaning agent; behind me Chloe’s chair creaked. I heard her heels clack as she approached my back. She reached down beneath me, her arm passing between my parted legs, pulling something out from under the sink. Her arm retracted, something rough lightly dusted my dangling balls, finally her hand entered my view.