We have an understanding. You know that I have a very lucrative private life, and that I also have my own things to take care of at my house. This was discussed before we started our relationship. You also know that I am positively Obsessive Compulsive when it comes to cleaning and having things done on a schedule. You witnessed this yourself when I had a panic attack because I could not get home in time to feed my dog. She is fed at a certain time every single day, and I never deviate from that.
When you called to say you wanted to come over I was going to say no because this was my time as we discussed. You assured me it wasn’t for play or anything related to D/s, you just wanted to come over and chat while I did what I had to do. I told you as long as you sat in one place and didn’t mind periods of being alone as I cleaned the other rooms it would be fine. You came in and took your shoes off then sat on one of the stools at the counter. I had finished all other rooms by the time you had arrived. I only had the kitchen to do and that was almost done too.
We talked as I washed the dishes. Then I heard you push your stool back to walk up behind me. You put your hands on my shoulders and kissed my neck. This was unusual, it threw me off, I wasn’t sure how to respond. You whispered in my ear that you would like for me to put a pair of heels on while I finished the dishes. I turned toward you and told you that I do not allow shoes to be worn in my house. You slapped me on the ass hard and requested it again. I told you once more that I really did not want to due to the fact that it is just not done in my house. You slapped my ass again and said, “Please.”
I have never heard you say please. I relented. With each step I took I took a mental note of where I stepped so that I could re-wash the floors and vacuum again. Every time the bottom of my heels came in contact with the floor I cringed a little bit. I returned to doing dishes. You then started to move around the things in one of my cupboards. I was starting to get angry. You know that my Disorder isn’t anything made up, it is real. I tried to ignore you but I could feel my body tense up. You grabbed me and picked me up. You took me into the living room and tied me up. I was so pissed!
You then sat me on my kitchen floor and you could tell I was not happy. You however, were delighted. You started to move things around, teasing me with it. I could feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating. I felt squeezed, my lungs felt like they couldn’t fill up all the way. The need to fix what you had messed up was overwhelming! I was so frustrated! You did all this with a smile on your face, speaking in a pleasant happy tone the whole time. I had reached my limit. I writhed against the binds, swear words flew out of my mouth, I didn’t care about any discipline I might receive for speaking to you like that, I was beyond livid. After all, you stated that there would be no D/s play today.
You finally chuckled, came over to me, untied me and let me up. I told you to leave! You refused and instead, you put things back exactly as they had been. You even allowed me to take off my heels, and you vacuumed and scrubbed the floors that I had stepped on. I didn’t know what to say. Then you came to me, placed a long kiss on my lips and said, “Just because this is your house doesn’t mean you aren’t still mine when you are in it. Always remember that.”
