Archive-name: Slaves/cook.txt Archive-author: 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. --