Katie had told me not to think about the strange bathtub fantasy I had on my first day, but I couldn't help it. I kept returning to it, over and over, like someone worrying a bad tooth with their tongue. I couldn't seem to leave it alone.

I realize now that she knew exactly what she was doing. Telling me not to think about it would have the exact opposite effect. It made me think about it even more. It was forbidden fruit. She'd planted that seed and let it grow, the fantasy percolating in my head until it became overpowering. She waited for it to ripen, and then it was time to harvest.

The next Sunday we finished breakfast, and I was ready to take her for her shower. She used her stern mistress voice and told me to take my clothes off and wait, while she prepared a special treat just for me. She would call me when she was ready.

It seemed to take forever. I couldn't begin to guess what she was up to. Finally, I heard her calling for her poor, lost Puppy.

I followed that voice to the bathroom and saw her standing by the tub. She wore a black latex mini dress with a studded collar, opera gloves, and matching boots. She looked sleek, shiny, and powerful. My cock immediately sprang up when I saw her. She noticed it right away and licked her lips. "Oh, Puppy, it looks like you have a fetish for latex. I guess we'll have to add that to the list."

Katie stood there with a set of bondage cuffs and a leash in one hand. She motioned to me with the other - just a little crook of the finger. She attached the leash to my collar and told me to lie down in the tub. It was so fucking cold on my back, but I did it anyway. My cock was so hard it hurt, and she played with it a little as she bound my hands and feet. Then she smiled and said, "It's time for your shower, Puppy!"

She stood there, straddling me. It was dreadful and exciting to see her standing there, towering above me. I saw her holding the end of the leash, knowing what she was going to do and that I couldn't stop her. That would have completely fulfilled my fantasy. Then she kicked it up another level. She started verbally humiliating me.

"It's so nice to see you down there where you belong, Puppy. Getting pissed on is about all you're good for, after all. You're just a human toilet anyway! Honestly, I've met real toilets that are smarter than you. I really can't believe you want me to do this. I can’t imagine what sort of man would willingly lie down and let his lover piss all over him - but then, you're not much of a man, are you?"

She continued speaking to me in the most demeaning way possible. She went on and on, breaking me down. Some of what she said hurt, but it felt electrifying. I knew it was just a game, and I loved every moment.

Then she went further. She took one of those boots and pushed it into my groin. She smiled as she slowly started grinding it into me.

"Puppy, you need to beg for your shower. Otherwise, I'll grind your balls into dust. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Please mistress! Please piss on me. Give me my shower! Please!"

She rewarded me by laughing at me and calling me pathetic. Then she got started.  

I looked up and saw her beautiful pussy, and that incredible ass, all framed in shiny black latex. And then a yellow stream started raining down from above. I felt its warmth all over my face and body – a sacred gift from my Goddess. The level of humiliation was incredible. It was so intense I felt like I could cum at any moment. When she was done, she squatted down and told me I needed to clean her. She said that if I could eat cum, I could sure drink a couple of drops of her piss too. She made me clean every drop off of her. I could taste it. And for some reason, it tasted delicious to me. It was the taste of humiliation and complete submission.

She grabbed my hair and didn't allow me to stop until she had a massive orgasm. When she recovered, she made me get on my hands and knees and clean the tub with bleach. She yanked on the leash and gave me encouraging little swats with Sarah. I was not allowed to cum until much later that night. She knew I was aroused to the point of madness, and she made me wait for my release.

Our first short shower experiment had left her cold, but this new experience elated her. She loved humiliating me, and she knew I loved it too. She relished the power she had.

Still, she was a very smart woman. She told me that subjecting me to that much humiliation could be dangerous. She knew how much power she had, and hearing me say those things too many times would make me believe her. That was a dangerous road, so we would have to exercise a lot of care.

We didn't do it frequently, but when we did, it was always intense and unforgettable.

~~~

After we got out of the shower that first day, I went to the kitchen and washed and dried the dishes while she got dressed and put on her makeup. I had to do something to get that fantasy out of my head, and I knew she’d be happy I’d used my time productively.

She was very pleased I’d taken the initiative without instructions. She said, “You remembered rule number 2. I’m proud of you, sweetie!”

Before I got to work, we had a quick and simple lunch. Then she made out a short task list for me. I was to clean the kitchen, vacuum the living room, and make the bed. She showed me where she kept the cleaning supplies. When we were done, she looked at me very seriously and said, “You need to do a good job at this, Puppy. I already had to punish you once today. Trust me when I say you don’t want to screw this up.”

“Yes, Miss. You can count on me.”

“Ok – get cracking, and when you’re done, go work on your book. Then the rest of the day is yours.”

With that, she left to run errands before work. I watched her go with a degree of sadness.

I'd waited so long to be with her, and I missed her immediately.

'Well,' I thought, 'there’s no time like the present,' and I got to work. I made the bed first. Katie had pointed out the linen closet earlier and said she wanted me to put the blue sheets on the bed. The current ones had somehow gotten dirty. She gave me a sly smile when she said that. I took care of it and tossed the current sheets in the washer. That was easy enough.

The vacuuming was a simple matter. I emptied the bag when I was done. Rule number two made some sense to me. Get ahead of things when you can, and you don’t have to worry about them later.

I then moved to my final duty: cleaning the kitchen.

This was my least favorite thing, because it was so open-ended. How clean was clean? Still, I went at it with gusto. I mopped the floor, cleaned the stovetop, put away and organized all the dishes and utensils, and cleaned and polished everything I could see. The place positively gleamed when I was done.  

By that time, the sheets were washed and ready for the dryer, so I put them in.

With my chores mostly done, I got busy writing. I'd been struggling with an important plot point for the last few days, and no solution had presented itself. Sometimes when I got stuck, I would deliberately work on something totally different, so I started my notes for the next book in the series. I got a pretty good outline started when the dryer went off.

I had to get on the internet to figure out how to fold a fitted sheet. That was a new kind of hell, but I eventually figured it out. I put the freshly laundered sheets back in the linen closet.

I worked on my outline some more, and about 4:30, I decided I’d had enough. Last night was really catching up with me. I made a pitcher of iced tea, poured myself a glass, and put the pitcher in the fridge.

I sat down on the sofa and reflected on the past 24 hours. I couldn’t believe how much had happened. It just seemed impossible that so much could change so fast.

I got a message from Katie at 5. She was finishing up and asked if I’d take her to her favorite Italian spot for dinner that night. I said that sounded great. She said she'd be home soon to change clothes.

Around 5:45, I heard her at the door and let her in. She was a little surprised to have someone else open the door, but said it was a nice surprise.

I kissed her and offered her some iced tea, which she enjoyed.

“So, how did you do today on your book?”

As much as I wanted to impress her with my abilities, I had to tell her the truth.

“Not great. Honestly, I’m completely stuck right now. Maybe after dinner I can tell you what the problem is. You’re smart, and you know the characters. You might see something I’m missing.”

“That sounds like fun. I’ll do whatever I can. Now… How did you do on your chores?”

“Right this way, Miss. Allow me to show you.” I took her to the bedroom and showed her the neatly made bed. I'd found some little frou-frou pillows in the closet and put them on the bed. I also took her to the linen closet and showed her the freshly laundered sheets. She was really pleased by that.

Then she looked at the carpet she'd wanted me to vacuum, and I told her I’d also done the bonus room and emptied the bag. Honestly, I wasn’t much different from an elementary school student showing Mom the picture he drew in school, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Then I showed her my masterpiece – the kitchen. Everything was organized and shiny. The floor was clean, and everything was in its place.

She looked at it very closely and said, “This is really amazing. What a beautiful job!”

Then she actually ran her finger along the top of the refrigerator, trying to find dust.

I grinned and said, “Nope. You won’t find anything there.”

She smiled and walked over to the oven. She casually opened the microwave oven door.

“Oh God,” I thought, “I didn’t even look at that.”

She looked at me, her mouth set in a grim line. She extended her index finger and motioned for me to come over.  When I got close, I could see grease spots inside, from food splattering as it cooked.

She reached over and grabbed my earlobe and yanked on it, pulling my face closer.

“What do you see in there, Puppy?”

“I’m sorry, Miss. I completely forgot to check inside. I can clean it right now.”

She held onto my ear and said, “You bet your ass you will! I’m so disappointed. I wanted to celebrate tonight, and you pulled this crap. Get that oven cleaned immediately, and then we’ll discuss your punishment. I need to go dress in something more appropriate, and by the way, where the hell is your collar, you disobedient cunt?”

With that, she left me standing there, my mouth hanging open. My heart was racing. I had never felt so stupid in my life.

I quickly grabbed what I needed and cleaned the oven. I even washed the little carousel in the bottom. Then I grabbed my collar and put it on.

As I was finishing up, I heard her come back into the room.

“Don’t turn around, Puppy. You don’t deserve to see me right now.”

She came walking up behind me and gave me a key ring.

She had me walk to the laundry room. There was a locked door there. I had seen it, but I’d been busy and didn’t really think much about it. “Use the red key and open the door, Puppy.”

I did so. A flight of stairs led down to a basement.

“Go down.” She flipped a light switch somewhere, and I proceeded down, with her close behind.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was absolutely shocked by what I saw. The room was dark, with small colored spotlights highlighting an array of furniture. I recognized several of the pieces as things you’d find in a BDSM dungeon.  She put her hand around the back of my neck and steered me toward one piece of furniture.

“Welcome to my playroom. Do you know what this is, Puppy?”

It reminded me of a massage table, or perhaps a doctor's exam table. It looked severe, with a variety of hand wheels to adjust different parts of the machinery. “No – but it looks like some sort of bondage or torture apparatus.”

“You're very close, indeed. It's a spanking or punishment bench, and it’s time you learned how it works. Now strip!”

“Do we really have to do this, Katie?”

“No. You may hand me your collar and leave my house at any time. If you choose that option, we are done. Do you understand? And do NOT call me Katie. We’re way past that right now, little man.”

I nodded. I knew there was no way out, so I pulled off my clothes. I began babbling an apology to her, and told her it would never happen again. I pleaded with her for one more chance.

“Well, I’d like to forgive you, but I have a system, and the system works.”

Suddenly, Sarah, the riding crop, came into play. She pointed to several flat padded surfaces. “Put your knees right here, and your arms here. Then lean forward until your face is right here.” She slapped each surface with the crop as she spoke. I couldn't help but jump when she did it.

The bench was a complicated piece of gear. There were two long, padded surfaces for my calves. They were relatively low to the ground, and it was easy enough to kneel on them. Vertical struts attached the leg pads to something that looked like a massage table. There was ample room for my cock and balls to fit between them. The main table was padded and had strategically placed holes. I had to bend forward at the waist to lie down on it. This left my ass incredibly exposed. An opening at the far end accommodated my face.

I felt around and found arm pads mounted below the main surface. I rested my arms there, and despite the horrible vulnerability I felt, I was actually fairly comfortable.

As soon as I was in position, I heard her say, “Don’t you dare move, Puppy.”

She then used the built-in straps to bind me to the bench so that I couldn't move. Even my head was strapped down.

She said, “It’s time for your apology. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m very sorry, Miss. I just forgot about the microwave. I was trying to do a good job, but I just forgot about that. Now that I know it's there, I’ll make a special point to clean it well every time I do the dishes. Will you forgive me for my mistake?”

“Yes. I understand what happened, and I forgive you. Unfortunately, I must punish you. I made a special point of warning you not to fail before I left, and still, you fucked up. And if you recall, this is the second time you fucked up today. I gave you a gentle lesson this morning, but I clearly need to do more to get you in line.”

She paused for a minute and said, “I understand you don’t particularly care for Sarah, so perhaps you’ll like one of her friends instead. She has so many nice friends, Puppy. But most of them aren’t as kind as she is.”

I was panicking. “No, Miss! Please. I like Sarah. Please use Sarah!”

She laughed. “Too late, Puppy. It's way too late.”

I heard her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away. I couldn’t see her, so I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. She began humming a happy little tune while she carried out her mysterious task. Occasionally she would mutter something like, “No, not you. He’s not ready for you yet.”

Finally, she said, “Oh, yes! You’re just perfect.”

I heard her heels click on the floor as she came closer.

“Congratulations, Puppy! You’re about to meet a new friend. I call him ‘Little Beaver,’ and he’s ever so much fun. Would you like to meet him?”

“Yes, Miss.” Just to be clear, I really didn’t want to meet Little Beaver, but cooperating seemed to be my safest option.

She stuck something in front of my face. It was a dark brown leather strip, about 4 inches wide and perhaps 8 inches long.

“Give him a little kiss, Puppy.”

Reluctantly, I did as she told me.

“Little Beaver is what’s called a beaver tail paddle. He is made of leather - genuine cowhide! If you look closely, you'll see what makes him so much fun.”

I looked and saw that some artisan had taken the time to cut shapes out of the leather. Hearts and penises ran down the center.

“Now, when this hits your ass, a funny thing happens. Your skin will turn a bright cherry red, except for where those shapes are cut out. That means you will have beautiful white hearts and cocks all over your ass. Isn’t that fun?”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

“Now, I’m going to use my hands to get you warmed up and ready. Would you like me to get started?”

“Yes. Please start, Miss.” I’d never told a bigger lie.

With that, I felt her go to work. She rubbed my cheeks, patted them, and just played with them. She even played around with my asshole a little. It seemed like she was having a great time back there, and heaven help me, my cock started getting stiff.

“Okay now, I’ve decided that tonight, you will receive 8 swats from Little Beaver. Six will be for your failure tonight, one for failing to wear your collar, and one for having the audacity to complain about your visit with Sarah last night. You remember that I told you I will decide what pleasure and pain you receive, so you are not to complain about your punishment EVER. It’s supposed to hurt. That’s the whole fucking point.

“What I did yesterday was nothing. I barely tapped you with Sarah, and still you whined and complained like a little bitch. You did a little better this morning, but now I’m going to show you what real punishment is like. Perhaps you’ll remember not to complain next time.

“All right. I think we’re ready to begin. You will count each swat out loud, and you will do your very best to be a good puppy and not complain. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss,” I said. I could hear my voice quivering. I was terrified.

I felt her rubbing the paddle on my ass just a little and tormenting me one more time.

I waited for what was coming.

WHACK!

The pain was horrible. I felt like my ass was on fire. It was so much worse than Sarah.

“One,” I croaked.

Again, I waited. Dreading her next move.

WHACK!

This was on the other cheek, and it was just as bad. I couldn’t believe how much pain had been produced by just two swats.

“Two.”

After the fourth swat, she laughed and said, “Wow! I need to get a picture of your ass. Maybe we can put it in our wedding album one day.”

She wasn’t kidding. I heard her back there snapping pictures with her phone, some with the flash, some without.

Meanwhile, my eyes were watering like mad. I was trying to hold back tears, but it wasn’t working.

She noticed my body jumping a little and said, “Are you crying, Puppy? Ohhh, does the itty bitty baby need to cry? Well, if you feel like crying, go right ahead. The tears are the main point of the exercise after all. I need to know you are truly sorry and have learned your lesson, and that’s how you’ll show me.”

Then, in a softer, more soothing tone, she said, “It’s okay, Jim. Just let it out. It's natural. Your body needs to release stress. I won't think any less of you.”

She then continued with my punishment, and by the 6th stroke I was blubbering and sobbing like a child. I’m not sure, but I think she went easy on the final two strokes. I was in so much pain I couldn’t tell anymore.

As soon as she finished, she asked, “Do you have anything to say, Puppy?”

I struggled to speak. “Thank you for the lesson, Miss.”

“You’re so welcome, Puppy. I hope you remember it. Now your punishment is over, and you are forgiven.”

With that said, she changed completely. She was no longer my tormentor. Instead, she turned into the Goddess of mercy and compassion.

She unhooked all the restraints and helped me over to a large, shapeless bean-bag sort of thing. She lowered me down onto it and held me in her arms. She soon retrieved a glass of water and some Motrin from somewhere, and made sure I took the pills and drank a lot of water. Katie cooed to me, petted me, and told me how brave I’d been to take that terrible punishment, and how much she hated having to do it. She made me promise to do better, so she would never have to do it again. At some point, she handed me a little stuffed bear, and I gripped it tightly, like it was a life preserver. I felt incredibly silly, but it somehow comforted me.

After I calmed down, she had me lie on my stomach and rubbed some ointment on me. It was wonderfully cool and soothing.

“Now, Puppy, are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yes, Miss. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“That’s my job, silly. I guess we’ll need to stay in tonight. I don’t think you’ll feel like sitting in a restaurant. Let’s go back upstairs, and I’ll get some food delivered, and we’ll see if we can get you more comfortable.”

She stood up and helped me to my feet. It struck me that I hadn’t been able to look at her the whole time. I asked for permission to look at her. She smiled and granted it. I was a Good Boy for asking. What I saw knocked me out: she wore a black leather catsuit, with a corset and tall black boots. She had taken the time to put on some black earrings and dark red lipstick as well. She had definitely dressed for her role tonight. If my ass wasn’t absolutely on fire, I would have given anything to get back onto that beanbag and do unspeakable things to her. That was clearly not on the menu tonight, though.

A little later, we were on the sofa, watching a movie and eating some excellent Chinese food. She had changed back into less provocative clothes and sat there as dignified and regal as a princess. I was half-lying on the sofa, propped up on big pillows. I honestly didn't have much of an appetite, but I made an effort.

A bit later, she put me to bed. She gave me some more pills for the pain, and a lot of cold water. My stomach was full, and true to her word, she told me it was time to take care of my balls. My ass was blazing, but that didn't matter to her. She grabbed my cock, and said, "I've worked very hard to get this little guy, and I'm going to use him."

She looked troubled for a moment, but then her face brightened.

"You know, honey, this is sort of our honeymoon. I really want to dress nicely for you tonight, but I don't want you to see the work in progress. Hang on one second."

Before I knew it, she'd fetched a blindfold from a drawer and fastened it over my eyes. "Don't you dare peek!"

The next few minutes passed by slowly, but they were fascinating. The sounds she made as she moved around the room became a serenade of seduction. I could hear drawers opening and closing. All manner of pops and snaps of elastic filled the darkness. I heard subtle clicks I couldn't identify, and her delightful voice humming a tune from time to time. I smelled her perfume in the air. I later learned she'd sprayed it on me as a joke. Despite the pain coming from my ass, this experience had given me a huge erection. I needed to see what was happening.

She finally removed the blindfold, and I spent a minute blinking, trying to get my eyes to focus. She moved back and said, "How do you like it, honey?"

I couldn't believe that this was my Katie. She was no longer a cruel mistress bent on tormenting me. Instead, she was a virginal bride on her wedding night. She wore a pink baby-doll nightie that showed off her incredible legs. Pink high-heeled sandals adorned her feet, and little heart-shaped earrings dangled from her ears. Her makeup was very subtle and natural looking. Her lips were a glossy, frosted pink. Something about this look was just driving me crazy. However hard my cock had been before, it now kicked into a much higher gear. I absolutely had to have her.

She giggled at my expression and walked over to the bed. "I'm glad you like it, honey. Now you stay right there, and allow me to use your cock for a while."

She began kissing me and gently touching me all over my body - probing and exploring. Every time she touched me, I became more and more aroused. The contrast between the pain in my ass and the pleasure in front was astounding. Eventually she climbed onto me. She proceeded with such delicacy and gentleness that I barely realized she’d done it. Then she slid down my cock, and my entire world seemed to change. Whatever pain was coming from my ass was forgotten.

"I think I left all of my lip gloss on your body. Wait right here while I fix it."

She reached over to the nightstand, grabbed it, and put on one of her shows for me. She was driving me insane.

"You know, I think this would look really nice on you, too. Open your mouth and hold still, Puppy. Obey me."

With my ass working as a constant reminder, there was no way I was going to resist her tonight. She soon spread it on my lips, telling me I was wearing her brand again and reminding me what a good boy I was. She put a little on my nipples and rubbed it around a bit. Then she giggled and told me how pretty I was. Part of me wanted to rebel, but another part secretly enjoyed it.

"Oh, Puppy! I could feel your cock swelling up when I did that."

She began fucking me so gently, and with so much love, that I thought it would be okay if I died right then and there. She quickly brought me to the point where I was begging to cum, but she told me I needed to control myself and hang on. Then she just kept going. I kept begging, and she kept telling me no. I felt as though my body was going completely out of control. At some point, I ran out of willpower, and despite my best efforts, I let loose an absolute geyser. I was filled with dread, but I came so hard I thought I was going to pull a muscle. I was terrified of what she might do; I didn't want to go back to the basement again.

She gave me a furious look, then started laughing. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, but you should have seen your face. Don't worry, I wanted you to cum. I was just messing around with you! I'm a very naughty girl."

I held her close, and told her that cum would have been worth another whipping. She just laughed and said, "Maybe later, honey."

Then she climbed up and permitted me to clean her. I knew I was eating my own cum, but this time I relished the job. I couldn't understand why I'd fought so hard against this last night. I was the only man in the world who was allowed to do this sacred duty for her, and when she reached a lovely, strong climax, I glowed with pride, and cleaned up every lovely drop she gave me.

Afterward, she seemed to be dismayed that I'd gotten rid of all the lip gloss she'd given me. She put more on me and said she wanted me to get used to being her pretty little cumslut. I just sighed – what could I do? Arguing with Katie was like fighting the tide. Afterward, she rested her head on my shoulder and snuggled in. Even though my ass was in hell, I was in heaven. I was happy and content. Katie was my home.

Still, I wondered if I would ever have a ‘normal’ day with her. If recent history was any judge, it seemed unlikely.