For Her Amusement

Chapter One

You’ll make some ball busting Bitch a nice wife!

Carl awoke just before the alarm went off at 7:00. He lay quietly for a moment. He could hear Ellen moving around in the kitchen upstairs and then silence as presumably she went back upstairs to their bedroom.

He picked up her note from the small night table. She had sent him to the store late last night for a new bath sponge, something he knew she didn’t really need. She had already gone to bed by the time he returned but she had left the note for him on the island in the kitchen.

“Sleep in the guest room in the basement. Be in the kitchen at 7:30 tomorrow morning ready for housework. Wear your pink briefs, flip flops, collar, and nothing else.”

He smiled at the thought of what the day was going to be like. “I love this woman,” he thought.

A few minutes before 7:30 he was standing in the kitchen reading another note. “Kitchen first. Then vacuuming, every room on the first floor. Then come upstairs and clean my bathroom.” No mention of polishing the living room or dining room furniture which as unusual. And no yard work. “Hmm,” he thought “she’s got something different planned.”

Putting two and two together, he wondered if the bath sponge he had been sent out for and cleaning her bathroom figured in her plans. “Hmm,” he thought with pleasure “maybe a tease while she bathes.”

He made coffee and munched as he got started. He worked from the top down standing on a step ladder to wipe down the crown molding at the top of the almond white cabinets, then the cabinets. She could be a real stickler, he knew. Any little hint of dust or cobweb near the ceiling would bring her displeasure. Not in the good sense.

He took his time over the dark granite kitchen counters, lovingly polishing the surface to a high gloss with the special cleanser and cloth, imagining that she was watching. He looked at the finished result with approval “Things look pretty good,” he mocked himself as he touched a final spot. “You’ll make some ball busting Bitch a very nice wife! Or maybe house boy!” Carl felt the familiar stirrings but resisted. He couldn’t go too far into submission yet, he knew. He still had some real work to do. He needed to concentrate.

The appliances, farm sink, the island, and off-white ceramic tile floor were the next objects of his inspired energetic efforts, all reflecting, when finished, the devotion bestowed on their appearance by a man who wanted to please the woman who had accepted him as her slave. “She’ll be pleased,” Carl thought as he cast a critical eye around the room.

As he cleaned the mop bucket, the text message signal went off on his phone. Picking it up off the island counter, he read Ellen’s message. “Come here now.”

Drying his hands he went upstairs into their bedroom. The king-size four poster was against the far wall from the door. As Carl walked across the carpet to the side of the bed he could see that Ellen was lying on her side, the sheets and blanket pushed back forming a sort of cushion behind her. She never looked up from her tablet.

Since she didn’t speak, he knew what to do. He stood a foot or so from the side of the bed, hands clasped in front and head slightly bowed as he had been trained to do and waited for her to speak. And waited. And waited.

Her purpose, he knew, was to assert her authority over him, to bring him to heel as she put it, to bring him to the point where he was focused only on her. They had discussed this many times. Even knowing her purpose, waiting like this never failed to arouse his submissive nature. It was certainly doing that now as he watched her in silence.

She was wearing skimpy black nylon briefs and somewhat incongruously a dark purple sports bra. The purple bra contrasted nicely with her Mediterranean skin tone. He loved the color of her skin, the somehow mysterious dark-white color.

Her legs were bare, stretched out down the bed, one on top of the other. Her short darkish bond hair was uncombed. “Gorgeous,” Carl thought, “incredibly gorgeous.” He could not wait to serve her. “Give me something to do!” he pleaded silently. “Tell me what to do!”

As Ellen scrolled, she rubbed her feet together a few times knowing it would draw Carl’s attention. She was going to let him stand there a few more minutes as she flaunted her body, knowing all he could do was look.

“Go ahead, my little stud,” she thought with a little loving cruelty, “look all you want. For now!” She loved teasing, and so did Carl. As they fulfilled each other’s desires, Ellen and Carl touched in the most sublime way possible.

Never taking her eyes from her tablet, she bent one leg back slowly, languidly so that she could scratch her foot. She paused over her big toe nail, painted dark red. She smiled to herself as she thought of the effect on Carl. He shifted slightly in position. “Yeah,” she thought with a wicked smile to herself “he’s feeling this!” Ellen felt the stirrings of her own passion. “He’s not the only one,” she thought.

“Is my kitchen clean?” she asked in a disinterested tone without looking up.

“Yes Ellen.”

“What about the vacuuming?”

“That was next, Ma’am.”

“The ‘Ma’am’ was a nice touch,” Ellen thought. She was silent for another minute and then . . .

“Get me some coffee.”