Not An Angel - M HOUSE CLEANING SLAVE 2 B
Household Slave Bound for Pleasure
In a dimly lit room, the camera pans across a closet door as it creaks open. A man's voice whispers, "Are you ready for your duty?" The door swings wide, revealing a petite woman huddled on the floor, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with duct tape. Her head is bowed, eyes downcast as she awaits her master's command.
The man steps forward, pulling the woman to her feet. He looks her up and down, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "You look even more delicious than the last time," he says, his voice dripping with desire. The woman shivers, her body responding involuntarily to his touch.
The man leads the woman out of the closet and sits her back down on the couch. He unties her feet, but keeps her hands bound behind her back. He removes the duct tape from her mouth, leaving her lips parted in anticipation. "You're going to clean the house," he says, his tone firm yet playful. "And remember, yes master."
The woman nods obediently, her heart racing. She knows what's at stake; disobedience means a return to the cold, dark closet. With that thought in mind, she begins her tasks, moving with a sense of purpose and urgency. She cleans the bedroom, folding clothes, scrubbing floors, and making the bed with her hands still bound behind her back.
Moving on to the kitchen, she hums softly under her breath, lost in thought. As she scrubs the countertops and cleans the oven, she can feel the man's gaze on her. It's both terrifying and arousing, a heady mix of power and submission.
Finally, she cleans the living room, dusting the shelves and vacuuming the carpet. As she finishes, she feels a sense of accomplishment wash over her. She looks up to see the man standing in the doorway, his eyes glinting with approval. "Very good, slave," he says, a note of pride in his voice.
The man walks over to her, untying her hands only to tie them in front of her. It's a strange sensation, feeling so vulnerable yet so desired. He leads her to the table, where a tray of food awaits. "Eat," he says, gesturing to the spread before her.
As she eats, her mind wanders to the thought of being released from her bonds. But she knows better than to ask; it's better to please her master and hope for mercy than to anger him and end up back in the closet.
After finishing her meal, she waits patiently for the man's next command. She knows that it will be another round of cleaning, another test of her obedience. But for now, she's content to bask in the attention of her dominant master, their twisted dynamic a dance of power and submission.
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