My New Girlfriends' Rules Part 2 "Becoming a Domestic" by Blushing slut
"Drew. Could you come in here please." Nicola called out from our bedroom. Her voice had that slightly brittle tone to it, when she was upset about something.
I walked in, and she was standing by her dresser with a pair of panties dangling from her finger. Her panty drawer was pulled open beside her.
"You hand-washed my panties and stockings yesterday, did you?" she asked, with her eyebrow raised.
I stiffened a little, knowing that i had thrown some of them into the washing machine, to save some time.
"Uhh yes, but..." i stammered
"But?...But what?" she cut me off.
"But... i was running out of time, ...so i threw some of your rattier pairs in the machine, because..." I trailed off.
"Because you didn't think i'd notice, I suppose?" her voice raised a little. "And i dont appreciate you calling my panties 'ratty'. I dont own any ratty panties." she looked at me indignantly
Nicola's voice had never risen to a yell since i'd known her. She usually kept herself quite calm and collected, even when she was angry. Her soft-spoken, high-bred English accent, had enough of an authoritarian tone, combined with her slicing wit, that she never had to raise her voice, to cut into me with some issue she was having over my behavior.
"Well...no. I would have told you." i said a bit sheepishly. She gave me one of her questioning looks.
I still wasn't used to the way Nicola would speak to me sometimes. Literally like a servant, when she was irritated about something. Sure i was doing the domestic thing, and she was out there earning mega-bucks as a model with Vanity Mag, and you name it. As well as a hand and foot model on the side. But i still felt that we should at least be equals... my mind drifted...
She had the most slender shaped hands, with long fingers and always perfect nails. Same with her feet. I could see how she made all that money off them. They were absolutely scrumptious, from my perspective. Perfectly proportioned, high arches, and soft puffy little pads on the bottoms of her toes, and the balls of her feet
She showed me some vintage stocking shots she had done once. I just about creamed at the sight of her pretty little feet dressed up in different colours and sheens. God what a delectable woman i had been chosen by!
She knew all the poses, that the photographers liked. Had sold hundreds of different shoe designs for producers, with her perfect peds slipped into their shoes, on the cover of a magazine. And hence had lured many a man in, with the sight of her pointed arched foot.
And recently, i had actually licked them, and kissed them several times , since i had first moved in, and we were sleeping together each night. A few times in the morning she had got me under the sheets, to lick and suckle her toes, to wake her up. I found it quite cute how she would wiggle them in my face, and yawn, and start talking about the day ahead, as i would be nibbling and licking her perfect little digits. And i was beginning to love the scent of them...
Nicola drew me back to the present.
"Well you wouldnt have had to tell me about it, Drew. Because i would have found all these pilly little bits on the crotch of my panties. See?" she held them out to me, her fingers pushing out the inside pad of the crotch. She picked away at the little nubs on the panty crotch, that she was holding in front of my face
"Do you know what 'pilling' is Drew?" I started to open my mouth but...
"No you dont. You dont know, that when you put my delicates in with the towels," her voice rose, "it makes all these hard little nubbily bumps on the crotch area. Quite rough, Feel it." she rubbed it stiffly against my cheek, a little more roughly than i would have liked. "Ow! That hurts!" I protested.
"Yes, it does, doesnt it? Can you imagine how that might feel on the lips of my cunt!?" she raised her eyebrow on the word.
"Yeah, i suppose it would be kinda...sorta..." I trailed off into a mumble.
She smirked. "Yeah, 'kinda sorta'. What disappoints me, Drew, is that while I'm out there bringing in the bacon, sweating it out ten hours a day, you're back here taking short cuts on your domestic duties. How many pairs of panties have you destroyed here? Let's see." she said with a bit of anger in her voice.
She started pulling out all the pairs from the drawer and inspecting the crotch of each one, throwing the 'ruined' ones on the floor, and counting them up as she went. "Seventeen, eighteen...oh dear. Twenty two pairs Drew. Thats a lot of money down the drain. Lets see." She placed her finger on her chin and looked up at the ceiling.
"Twenty two pairs, at about fifteen quid a pair, thats 22 ,plus 11 ,is 33 ,times 10. Oh wow! Thats three hundred and thirty pounds Drew. And then there's the VAT at 17%." She picked up a calculater from the dresser, and stabbed out the numbers with one finger. He could tell she was upset.
"Oh dear, thats close to three hundred and ninety pounds i'll be taking out of your little personal slush fund." she smirked
"What! Thats crazy! That's not fair!" I said with protest. "Mistakes happen sometimes, in the domestic routine. Why should i have to pay for a little oversight!" My voice was a little shaky as it raised in volume. I didnt like getting angry with Nicola. It just felt all wrong. But i was pissed! She kept me on a tight leash financially, and this would really eat into my little entertainment fund for my 'one' night out with the guys every week.
"It's absolutely fair. Who else is going to pay to replace them? Me? I'm the one who is going to have to go out there ,and shop around for twenty two pairs of panties. Your lucky i dont charge you the hundred quid an hour I make, for my time lost. So you should most definitely pay for them!" she responded briskly.
"And because you cant afford to pay my wage, haha; for the extra time i'm going to have to spend shopping, you are going to have it deducted, from your time out with your little pub buddies!"
"No way!" I cried "Thats completely unfair. Just because you overload me with too much work, and i cant attend to every detail perfectly for you, i end up being punished? I wanted to have everything done for you yesterday, and not have you come home to a kitchen sink full of dirty panties and stockings!.... But no. You wanted me to clean out the garden shed as well."
"And whats my lot, for not getting everything done during the day? No sex in the evening. For me anyway. But not for Nicola. Noooo. Cant stop her from having her daily wank on my face!" I said shakily, disturbed that i was talking to her in raised tones.
She thrust her hand up to my mouth, roughly.
"Be_Quiet!" she said, as she glowered at me. "I've had enough! You seem to forget the deception here Drew. You need to have a reminder of the consequences if you ever try to bull-shit me again. You will not only pay for my new panties, as well as lose your free time with your friends."
I started to raise my finger to speak...
"Ah ah...quiet! I'm not finished." she interjected. "But you will also wear these nubbly little panties yourself. 24/7, until i decide otherwise. You will throw out those male gaunch of yours. Never liked them anyway. And from now on these little ruined treats are what you'll wear!
"Your kidding!" i spluttered "I dont mind wearing them once in awhile for you, but 24/7?" i looked at her wide eyed.
"Shush!"
"Look, I simply expect you to do your job! If you dont like our arrangement, then you can move on! Find somewhere else to live!" she barked at me. Louder than she ever had. "But you need to be reminded of your place here, and what happens when you fuck up. And this is one way to do it. A constant reminder, 24/7, until i say otherwise!"
I was shaken. The prospect of losing her was too much. I felt my throat tightening , and tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "Fine then. Whatever you say. But believe that I just want to be good for you. I'm sorry." A telltale tear dripped down my cheek and hung off my chin.
She reached over and brushed the tear away. "Oh you poor boy. You'll get used to things. You'll get to learn all the things i like and dont like. It's just going to take some time. Dont you worry, i dont want you moving out." she cooed, trying to settle things down.
I dropped to my knees and went to her, and wrapped my arms around her legs. "Im sorry, Nicola. I didnt mean to deceive you. I just wanted everything right, before you got home."
She stroked my hair. "Thats fine my sweet man. I know your trying to work very hard to do all the things i need done 'round here. And you'll adjust. But the punishments still stand. I want them to make you a better mate for me." she said softly
I leaned back and looked up at her. My beautiful lady. "God i feel like i should be kissing your feet, asking for forgiveness, or something!" I sniffed and laughed through my tears.
Nicola didnt laugh.
She looked down at me and said "Yes. I think that you should. It would be a very symbolic way of showing how sorry you feel.
Good for the sole, I think! Hmhm." she chuckled under her breath. "And a good way for you to get used to what your place round here really is."
I wanted to question that last point, but was a bit leary to.
I looked down at her pretty blue leather pumps. Her perfectly polished toes were peeking out of the tips of the shoes, just visible under the skin-tone stockings, that she'd been wearing all day. She leaned back against the dresser and raised her foot toward me. "Kiss it. Kiss it so that we can both see how sorry you are, Drew."
I was still not used to being spoken to like a lesser, and i'd never kissed a womans shoe-clad foot before - but i wanted to kiss hers! I brought my face to her shoe and extended my tongue, and began to lick all around her shoe tip and on her stockinged toes.
"Just the shoe, Drew," she pulled her foot away. "Just the shoe. Thats what your kissing. Nothing else." she scolded me lightly. I started kissing her shoe passionately. Not so much because i was told to. But because i loved the position she had placed me in. I'd never felt like i was somenes property before, but i was beginning to feel that way.
I could smell the dank musky smell of her tired and sore feet under the nylons. This smell always gives me an instant stiff erection. Not sure why. It's like some kinda chemical reaction or something. My cock twisted painfully in my pants as i licked and kissed and sniffed.
"Now the heel, Drew. Suck the heel" she said quietly, "suck it like it was a little cock. You've sucked cock before, haven't you?"
"Whaaat?" I exclaimed, with typical male defensiveness at the thought.
"Never!" i declared, with typical male pride... she chuckled.
"Just suck it Drew. We'll talk of you sucking cock some other time. You're supposed to be apologizing, remember?" she twisted around and bent her leg up to bring the heel at the perfect angle for sucking, for me.
I hesitated a bit. I had never sucked a heel or a cock. And somehow the two seemed synonymous, as i stared at the five inch spike. It was mud spattered, and very sharp edged. "Suck_the heel_now!" she ordered, beginning to lose patience. "Lets get this over with." She brought her hand behind my head and held it there, and brought her heel up to my lips.
"Kiss." she said. I did. "Now open." I couldnt believe what i was hearing! But i opened my mouth willingly, and she slowly stuck the heel in. "Now wrap your little lips around it" she said seductively "and suck!" she started fucking my mouth with it. That's what it felt like. I let my jaw go limp, as i worked at submitting to the little punishment.
I saw her fingers go up to her pussy and she ran a single finger back and forth across her labia lips, pushing the silk of her dress into her slit. She sucked in her breath slightly. I could see her wetness soaking through the fabric. She was very wet indeed. She started moving her beautiful ass back and forth slightly as she rubbed herself.
"Mmmm, thats good, a good job your doing on my little cock heel, Drew." She flicked her two fingers across her clit. She started breathing deeper and moaning a bit.
"All right. Apology accepted." she snipped
She withdrew her heel, and turned around again to face me, her pussy close to my face. I could smell the scent of her arousal. "Get your face in here!" she said a little breathlessly. She pulled her skirt up above her waist, and drew the crotch of her panties aside.
She had the prettiest flower of a pussy. Lips like lily petals, ten different shades of pink and red, and a seductive little light pink tag that dangled a little, in the back of her opening to her cunt hole. Her scent was strong from her long day of sweating and posing.
"You say sorry to pussy as well, Drew." she snickered "She has a say too. Pussy rules in this house." I was a little shocked by her statement. "Go on, say sorry." she teased me with her scent as she waved her cunt close to my nose. "She wants a kiss, but not till you say sorry."
I said the words.
Couldnt believe what i was hearing, but i said them.
"I'm sorry pussy" I almost began to laugh, but held back. I brought my tongue to her and started giving her long licks back and forth along her slit. I rubbed my nose against her clit.
"Mmm, your getting to know what i like, arent you lover?" she moaned to me. She pressed her hand harder on the back of my head. She started rubbing her cunt quite roughly against my mouth, and ground her pubic mound painfully against my nose.
I did my best to keep my tongue on her mound, as she bucked her hips back and forth, and from side to side. "Mmmm, harder on the clit. Push it harder!" She forced herself against me, and my head was forced backwards.
"Hold still. Dont move away! I'm right in the middle of a cycle, and you move away?!" Her tone had changed suddenly. She seemed exasperated.
I began to try to say something, but she interupted me "Lets get on the bed. Now. And you?. Face up!" she said impatiently
I crawled to our bed quickly and got into position. A position i was becoming quite accustomed to. She was on me in a second. She slipped off her panties quickly, bunched her skirt up above her waist and planted her cunt down hard onto my mouth.
"Get your tongue out, boy. Hold it there." she gasped. She forced my tongue in between her lips, and undulated back and forth, hard upon me. I saw her reach up with both hands and pinch her nipples through the silk. She was bucking very hard now! "Uhhhoo yea. Mmmm, keep that tongue stiff. Ohhh yea". She slipped both hands through the opening in her skirt and clenched both breasts, squeezing more pleasure into her sensory palate.
She was rising up and down, pounding my face now. My outstretched tongue stabbing into her hole with every plunge. "M, yea, mm yea, oh yea, tongue me bitch! Tongue my hole. Thats it, dont stop!" She was thrashing wildly on top of me. Her pussy started glistening with a slick layer of pre-orgasmic juice.
"Oh fuck yea... keep licking...keep licking...give me what i want!" She cried! She started shuddering as the first wave hit her. It came from her special place. It would be a 'third water' orgasm. She knew it. She could feel it coming. "Oh yes. Oh yes! uhhhhaaaaaeeeee!!!
She screamed out, as her urethra opened in time with her vaginal flood. The clear pee, mixed with her cunt juice, spurted out onto my face. And she kept gushing and flooding all over me. My hair and the blanket beneath me, were soaked in her liquid! She continued to rub herself hard on my face, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Her explosion of pleasure kept coming at her in waves! She rubbed her slit on my nose rythmically. She was making soft, squeeling moans, as she continued to finish off her orgasm. She squeezed every last ounce of it, down onto my face.
She was in heaven.
I was in heaven.
She slowly became still on top of me. She leaned forward as she settled her cunt on my face, and almost smothered me under her cunt lips, placing her asshole right on my nose. She started fondling my cock lightly, and then brought her lips down softly and lightly around it, giving me light licks with her tongue. My hips started straining up to her. But she only sucked the head of my cock...Her fingers went to my balls and started pinching them playfully.
I was becoming desperate to cum. She only teased me lightly with her touch, until it was beginning to bring me close to spurting. The glorious position i was in, under her, with here scents engulfing me, started to send me over the top!
I began moaning and grinding my hips. Her touch became lighter and lighter, until finally she just placed her fingertip over my cock-hole, and stopped moving.
"Settle down now" she said. I slowly became still. "No cumming for you, until later. I want you in peak form tonight. I've got the day off tomorrow, so were going to play all night long!" she said with excitement in her eyes. "And i've got a few juicy surprises for you too." she chuckled.
She rose up off me and bent down and sniffed my face. Her nose wrinkled a bit. "You go get yourself into the shower, stinky boy. I'm gonna go pick out some clothes for you. Including a pair of your new 'pilly panties'.
I blushed at the thought of being dressed. "Oh Nicola. Must I? I feel so silly when i'm dressed up like that."
"Well it's either that or just a quick fuck, TV, and to bed. Take your choice. I need to be stimulated, and entertained, to keep my interest up for an entire evening. So get in the shower, and I'll pick your things out."
I didnt push it. I decided that it really was all about her pleasure, mostly. I had never been this way. But it was the way that she was encouraging me to be. And i was starting to like it. I couldn't believe it. But i was!
I knew our sex would be crazy tonight.
Twisted crazy!
And I only knew the half of it...
to be continued.
