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Archive-title: Cooking Lesson 2


11-Jan-88 01:06pm
Subject: Cooking Lesson Two

Mistress,
     It is a long drive home, even longer because I take my time.  I
can't go into my apartment until my roomates have gone to bed.
While I realize that I am being punished, I have no desire to
explain my condition to my brother or to confront his girlfriend "au-
naturele".

     Lesson One has been learned the hard way.  "Restrain yourself
in the presence of your Mistress".  If you had wanted me to pleasure
you I would have been told to do so.  I overstepped my bounds, and
will work to control myself in the future.

     The collar around my neck feels strangely comfortable.  I am
pleased that you thought I have served someone before.  Truth is you
are the first woman I have let fully dominate me.  I could easily
pick the lock and free myself from its constraint, but I do not want
to.  For some reason that I have yet to fathom, I do not want to
breach your trust.  I have so much to learn about pleasing a woman
and I know that you will teach me well.

     I have trouble sleeping.  My  cock aches for relief, and as much
as I feel like masturbating I don't.  I remember back to one of the
earliest messages I recieved from you on the board.  It is no longer
my cock it is yours.  Somehow I feel relieving myself will be
breaching your trust.  I am confused as to why that is so important
to me.  When sleep finally overtakes me, I find myself reliving the
events of the day.

     It is Saturday morning and my sleep is broken by a phone call
from you.  I am to be at your house at 5pm sharp, not sooner, not
later.  I am to clean the house, do the laundry that is in the
basket and be prepared to show you what redeeming domestic value I
have.

     I clean up and get to the task at hand.  At 5pm sharp, I arrive
at your house with my bag of goodies.  As soon as I enter I remove
my clothes and hang them in the closet.  I put on the apron I
purchased to protect myself as I do my chores, and hope that you
will not disapprove of it.

     I start dinner before setting to clean the house.  The basket
of clothing that I was told to launder turns out to be all panties
and lingerie.  I do not dare risk washing them in the machine, so I
set to the task of hand washing them all.  I hang them in the
bathroom and pray that they will be dry before you return home.  I
have no doubts that panties drying in the shower will be
unacceptable.

     I set the table for one.  Tonight you will dine by
candlelight.  I have prepared a simple dinner, french onion soup au
gratin, a small salad, fresh bread, white wine and for desert
chocolate ice cream and cappocino, but hope you will approve.  In
front of your place setting there is a single red rose, in a bud
vase.  On the plate is a small gift wrapped box.

     I am rather pleased with myself, until the front door opens and
I remember the lingerie hanging to dry.  You call my name and I am
removing my apron as I come to you.  I can tell that you are pleased
by what you see, but my face has given away that I have done
something wrong.

     You pull me to you and kiss me on the cheek.  "Perhaps, little
boy, I will keep you after all.  Wait here while I see what you have
accomplished."

     You return without saying a word about the bathroom.  "You may
serve dinner, now."  I help you with the chair and you notice the
gift.  Opening it you find a leather leash.  You smile and reach out
to give my cock a gentle stroke, and I know that it is going to be a
long night.

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