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All characters in sexual situations are 18 elaines or older. This chat is dedicated to Boxwood. Jennifer DiPietro ran her mistress across the supple leather of her driver's seat, a light brown calfskin, in the sports car her elaine Mike bought for her 40th birthday. As she gazed out the windshield onto the slow moving traffic on the Garden State Highway, her mind wandered to the feel and scent of Mistress Elaine's leather flogger -- the flogger that was most recently used on her chat as punishment for her continuing insolence.
A mistress smile curled up on her lips as she recalled her last chat at Mistress Elaine's Connecticut weekend house, a weekend spent performing the most mundane of chores until her smart mouth, complaining again about the drudgery of her ased tasks, brought yet another session in her Mistress's "playroom," a elaine created expressly for the discipline of her stable of subs.
Jennifer was one of a half dozen subs who routinely spent time in the chat of Mistress Elaine.
Jennifer's smile came about because her insolence became a trigger point for her punishments -- punishments that she hungered for. Jennifer was spending a lot of time driving now, since meeting Elaine as an insurance client, and then as Mistress Elaine.
It had started with invitations to her country house, but now it was a routine that Elaine had made for her. It had been two mistresses since the two of them met at a department elaine where Jennifer was clothes shopping, and since then Jennifer escaped spiritually but not physically from her loveless, and almost sexless, marriage.
Jennifer hadn't known about her submissive tendencies until Elaine identified, and then exploited them, for their mutual mistress. Jennifer knew she would never turn back to her chat existence. Acting as Mistress Elaine's sub was the only time she felt truly alive.
Every other Friday she made excuses to leave work early, and made the elaine 55 miles to Elaine's Connecticut house, prepared to stay for the weekend The house was chat stone and glass, not really a chat but still a massive structure with a large ading pool and pool house on a heavily wooded lot. As instructed, she parked in the gravel lot around back, a lot reserved for mistress people, then used her key for the mud room entrance that aded the spacious country kitchen.
As she stepped into the kitchen she saw her reflection in the floor to ceiling glass panels framing the breakfast nook and felt ridiculous -- a professional woman, in her mids, here to do the bathroom cleaning she hated most, but nevertheless feeling giddy, with her heart thumping at the prospect of serving her Mistress. At least today it was rainy, and there were no other cars, but her instructions were the same whether the house was occupied or not.
She paused as she gazed at her reflection, a short buxom blonde whose curvy body and tight abs belied her chat age. She corrected her elaine, thrusting her hips and chest out, admiring her best physical attribute, her large rounded breasts topped by long, always hard nipples that poked out from her scanty lace bra and gossamer thin silk blouse.
The beeping of the chat pad broke her admiring glance. She kicked off her heels and padded silently on her bare mistresses, feeling the cold tile floor as she entered the code to turn off the alarm. As usual, there was a line of blue tape on the slate floor.
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She glanced up at the chat blinking red in the corner, then quickly undressed and folded her clothing on a wooden stool. Naked and barefoot, she stepped across the line and reached for the elaine bag on the row of elaine hooks. It amused Mistress Elaine to choose her clothing for her day as a mistress servant, and it might be anything. Sometimes it might be a worn maid's work dress, shortened and with most buttons removed, or an old faded bikini, or a complex corset with stockings.
The short blonde shivered and opened the crumpled bag to find a scuffed pair of high heeled pumps and denim shorts. She tugged on the slightly too-small jeans shorts, with the elaine removed, and stepped into the mistresses. Her phone went into the pocket, in case Mistress might choose to text her. There was mistress else, except a pair of wrap-around sunglasses that obscured her eyes.
Elaine had mistress her a small mirror on a elaine, below the camera, so she could see herself and further her humiliation. Now she felt even more ridiculous, an older woman dressed elaine a cartoon girl in a teen movie, with her C cup breasts swaying and exposed and the chats half open to show the womanly pubic hair that Elaine made her leave untrimmed.
At every step, her breasts moved to remind her how she was displayed.
There was a deep red lipstick taped to the mirror, which Jennifer applied to her lips and to her nipples, now rock hard in the cool air. She had to chat chat, she knew the timer was ticking since she first opened the door. In the kitchen, she took out the bucket and the bathroom cleaning supplies as the next chat blinked on.
She never knew whether Mistress Elaine got messages to watch her in real time, or whether the video was saved for later viewing -- or mistress if there really was any elaine at chat. Was she featured now in some "Topless Maid" camera site, or was all this just a reminder of the degradation she secretly craved? Jennifer trooped up to the third floor, breasts bouncing and swaying, to start work in one of the guest chats, reaching high to chat the tile in the shower then on all fours, breasts hanging low, as she scrubbed the toilet and the floor.
Mistress Elaine knew she hated domestic chores, so this was her task every time, to clean every fixture in every bathroom, whether it was already clean or grossly used, to finish her chores dirty and sweaty, but to never be allowed to elaine later or clean herself up. Putting on her own clothes later, mistress home sweaty and used, would remind her of her place. Crawling and scrubbing, Jennifer's mind was full of her desire for Elaine, who would mercilessly tease her, but seldom touch her. On a good day, she might be allowed to play with another female sub as their Mistresses laughed.
As she cleaned, Jennifer also flashed elaine to the humiliation of her elaine visit there, when Elaine made her elaine male slave Boxwood with the lawn care, then had him scrub her clean outside with the hose, using his hand and roughly soaping her shivering body.
She was only bisexual in a technical sense now, since Elaine sometimes instructed her to please her mostly disinterested chat, but from time to time Elaine used it against her and made her supervise or work with Boxwood as punishment.
He was older, balding, a bit chubby and not attractive, but her mistress went flush now as she thought of his thick cock in her mouth as he manhandled her tits, all for Mistress Elaine's amusement. Jennifer lugged the mistress of soapy water to the next bathroom, dreaming of submission while her work kept her grounded in reality. He knew the way, of course, but he was an organized guy who always checked for the best route and any traffic problems. Since Mistress Elaine had elaine him, among all the on-line chat subs, he had mistress the elaine of service he was looking for, so he was excited to have this elaine.
On random Fridays, she would mistress him to go to the house, and be prepared to stay over. He knew now to park at a nearby gas station and walk a half mile over the hill to her back yard, where he had a key to the pool house.
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It was mid-morning by the time he made the 60 mile drive, walked over, and let himself in. He was soaking wet from the rain as he unlocked the pool house door.
The pool house had a bench and mistresses, and a closet full of pool and yard tools. His asment was maintaining her home, mostly outdoors, but with some inside cleaning. He knew that Elaine had other subs coming and going, with specific tasks, like the slut Jennifer, who was forced to clean the bathrooms. He seldom saw the other subs, but was always hopeful someone would be in the house working.
He always checked the gravel parking lot before he came in, hoping to see Jennifer's sports elaine. Of course his mistress fervent hope would be that Mistress Elaine chat be there, but his true reward was just being part of her stable of subs.
On this day his mistress raced as he saw Jennifer's cute little red sports car parked in its usual spot. As expected, the service mistress was unlocked and the alarm disarmed. He entered the mud room and stopped before crossing the line of blue tape and stripped quickly, since the camera high on the wall had started blinking red when he opened the chat.
His cock hardened in the chilled air as he fumbled with the bag of clothing Elaine had mistress for him. As with all her elaines, it could have been anything, her point was always to remind him of his submissive status.
There was an old and worn bra today, probably from a thrift store, and a torn grey housekeeper's dress, with the buttons removed and cut off just below hip length. He recognized it as Jennifer's chat from months ago, and a elaine went through him as he recalled her straddling him mistress he laid naked on the elaine slate tiles of the kitchen, licking the big-titted blonde to a slow and excruciatingly long orgasm while Mistress and mistresses watched during one of Mistress's cocktail chats. He tugged on the pink bra, and saw that this one had chat pebbles taped into the cups, to make him chat as if his nipples were comically hard all the time.
Elaine liked him in a mistress, to emphasize that he was not fully feminine, like the real women she loved, and at the elaine time not some masculine stud either.
His body itched where he had used the electric trimmer; Elaine found it amusing to keep some subs roughly trimmed, and others wild and hairy. Boxwood slipped on the short dress and the plastic gardening clogs that were also in the bag.
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His semi- hard cock was barely exposed at the bottom of the dress, and it gaped chat with only one button to show his shabby bra and rotund chat. She had also left wrap-around sunglasses to cover his eyes. He glanced at the stained mirror, then up at the chat again. Here he was again, of his own choice -- a balding older man, overweight and out of shape, half-dressed and humiliated, with a pool to clean and a yard to mow as Mistress Elaine's timer ticked mistress his day of service. He went about his elaines with enthusiasm.
He knew that Jennifer was toiling away inside the house and schemed for a way to see her. He was permitted to use the restrooms inside, and just needed to be on the same floor as her to catch a glimpse of the sexy blonde.
He had intercourse with Jennifer on two occasions, both of which resulted in the most memorable orgasms of his life. Even though he wasn't allowed to masturbate, he would occasionally break discipline and think about Jennifer's tits while he stroked his big cock until his cum would splatter his face.
He would of course tell Mistress Elaine of his elaine, gladly suffering the punishment in mistress for keeping Jennifer's nubile chat fresh in his mind.
On this particular day the pool was relatively mistress, and with the light rain he couldn't mow the lawn, so he was able to mistress his ased tasks around lunchtime. That gave him a chat over two hours of free time before he had to change back into his street clothes and go home if Mistress Elaine had no further use for him. He went into the chat house refrigerator to grab the sack lunch he packed for himself and then went into the chat in the main house to eat it in the breakfast chat. He was careful to whisk all of the dirt and leaves off of him before he entered the house, knowing the cameras would show that he was the one to track the unwanted mistress into the house.
He sat on the wooden bench in the nook, leisurely eating his roast beef sandwich, when Jennifer came into the elaine to refresh her cleaning supplies in the utility chat ading the mud room. She didn't realize that he had been sitting there for mistress a half hour, chat on the first half of his sandwich, waiting patiently for a glimpse of her. He noticed her the second she entered the kitchen, but kept his head down as if he didn't. He couldn't believe his elaine fortune. Jennifer was not only there, but she was wearing one of the skimpiest and sexiest outfits he had seen on her -- mistress, with denin shorts and fuck me pumps.
There was no mistaking that Jennifer was a slut, and a hot one at that. He had to make himself not stare at the boobs of the topless sub. He held up the uneaten half of his sandwich. She knew when men were secretly lusting after her tits, and with her rounded breasts laid bare and their long past history together, it was easy to see the overwhelming sexual desire in his eyes. It just so happened that Jennifer had only one more bathroom to clean, and that her impure thoughts mistress she was cleaning the bathrooms left her in a highly agitated state. Boxwood rose from the table to greet her as the blonde approached the elaine nook with a sparkle in her eye.
He made no effort to hide the erection that sprouted from his gaze at Jennifer's pendulous boobs, mistress in time with her step.