I still felt tired when the alarm went off at 5am but I leaped out of bed anyway. I had vowed to do my very best to be a good slave for Pat and the first step would be completing the list of chores she had set me. Creeping as quietly as I could so as not to wake my Goddess from her sleep, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I had anticipated, the list of tasks was a long one. I began in the kitchen, separating the dirty laundry she had left for me there into different loads. Strangely, I could find no trace of my own wet clothes. Having filled the washing machine and started the first wash of the day, I set to work on the most important laundry task of the day, washing Pat’s underwear. Her note had been very insistent that I wash her bras and panties by hand and she had written down very precise instructions as to how I was to do it. The first sentence stated quite specifically that while sniffing was permitted, wanking into her undergarments was not. Any evidence that I had soiled her clothing with such despicable behaviour would be punished severely. Needless to say, such an order was extremely difficult to follow. Pat’s underwear looked and felt just as divine as she did. A bewildering array of colours, fabrics and designs passed through my hands that morning; leather and latex bras with matching thongs, large crotchless panties, huge peephole bras, fishnet body stockings with holes for her pussy and tits and the softest, sheerest silk underwear I had ever touched. There were even a couple of basques in the mix. This was not an ordinary domestic wash; most of her lingerie drawer must have been in that pile. My suspicions were confirmed when I sniffed the items. Only a few bore Pat’s scent on them the rest had not been worn since the last time they had been washed. Some were actually new. I washed each and every one of them anyway, my cock swelling every time I touched or smelled a new fabric. As I did so, I found myself wondering how long Pat had been planning to seduce and enslave me. The presence of so many new items of lingerie made me believe they had been bought just for me. It was wonderful to think that I had been the foremost image in her mind when she went on her shopping spree. It was even more wonderful to imagine what she would look like in each of the items I was so lovingly washing and rinsing. My daydreams almost went too far as I very quickly felt pre-cum leaking from my cock. Only by temporarily leaving my delightful task to start dusting the sitting room was I able to regain control of my cock and prevent the disaster of a premature eruption which would have been sure to anger Pat. I did not open any of the curtains or blinds in the house while I dusted. I was, after all, still completely naked apart from my collar. I had contemplated putting on my skirt from the previous evening or looking for a suitable apron but in the end I did not dare take any action that had not been approved or commanded by my Mistress. Once I had finished cleaning and polishing the furniture, photos, drawings, chairs, cushions and electrical equipment in the sitting room, I returned to the kitchen to place a new load in the washing machine and the old one in the dryer then washed as much of Pat’s underwear as I could before my balls were once again ready to explode. I cleaned the downstairs toilet next. It had not been attended to for some time and I had to get down on my hands and knees to scrub away the most stubborn stains. Nevertheless, I told myself it was a privilege to make the toilet seat shiny and clean for my Queen’s naked arse. Having put the sheets I had dirtied with my cum in the washing machine and attempting for the third time to finish washing the underwear, I proceeded to dust and polish the dining room and all its contents before scrubbing the wooden floor thoroughly and doing the same for the patio area. I was tired and flaccid enough having finished that task to finally complete the washing of Pat’s lingerie. While I waited for the last of the laundry to dry, I scrubbed the kitchen till the sink and the work-surfaces gleamed and made the best attempt I could on the cooker before scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees. I then hoovered every area of the ground floor that contained a carpet, praying that the noise would not disturb the sleeping beauty upstairs. My task completed, I stood for a moment and admired my handiwork. Every room looked immaculate and fit for a Queen. I felt proud, really proud. I had seldom done the housework at home, lacking any motivation for it. Because of that, Sarah had called me lazy and useless. I wished she was there at that moment so I could make her eat her words. Returning to the kitchen, I began to fold the now dry laundry. I had just finished that chore when I heard a door open upstairs. “Slave!” bellowed Pat “Get your lazy fat arse up here now!” I literally ran up the stairs and entered her room just as she was climbing back into bed. “Breakfast!” she snapped, sitting upright in the bed. To my disappointment, her beautiful body was concealed within a rather frumpy cotton nightdress. She told me exactly what she wanted that morning and I hurried back downstairs, cooked her a full English breakfast, poured her a glass of fresh orange and made her a pot of tea. Having placed all of these items on a tray with folding legs, I carried the tray upstairs, bowed my head to Pat, opened the tray legs and set it down on the bed, the legs of the tray straddling those of my Mistress. I plumped the pillows behind Pat’s head to make it more comfortable for her while she sat upright and then knelt on the floor, head bowed till she commanded me again. Neither of us spoke during this encounter. Pat barely acknowledged my presence and did not even thank me for the food. She simply took the tray and ate the breakfast that I had prepared for her. That she did so without complaint was reward enough for me. “I have finished.” Pat announced almost half an hour later after she had drunk her second cup of tea. “Take this tray to the kitchen then come back here. I will need you in the bathroom.” Pat was already in the bathroom when I returned. She had finished her business on the toilet. I know because she had left it for me to flush. She herself was standing by the large shower cubicle adjusting the temperature of the water that was pouring from a nozzle inside. She was completely naked and my cock was at attention within seconds. “You took your own sweet time getting up here.” she grumbled “I shouldn’t have to waste my time on chores like preparing my shower when I have a slave to do it for me. Come here boy and feel the temperature of this water. It must never be cooler or warmer than this when I bathe.” I joined her beside the shower and placed my hand inside, trying desperately to focus my attention on the shower settings rather than the huge breast that hung less than an inch from my shoulder. “Do you understand what I have just told you slave?” demanded Pat. She was looking directly at my face, not deigning to even notice my erection. “Yes Mistress.” I said quietly “We will see if you do next time I have a shower.” replied Pat “If you make any mistake on that occasion then you will be very sorry indeed. The head of the shower is much bigger than the head of my cock. I am sure you do not want it shoved up your arse.” “No Mistress.” I said fearfully, actually shaking as I spoke “Then remember what I tell you and always follow my instructions exactly.” said Pat without a smile. She stepped into the shower and then, to my surprise, ordered me to join her inside the cubicle. Her body was so full that there was just enough space for me to stand behind her and the only way I could move was to press my skin against hers. Luckily, I have never suffered from claustrophobia and even if I had, I would not have complained so happy was I to be so close to Pat’s magnificent body. “As I told you” said my Mistress “I have no need to do any work now that I have a willing slave to do it for me and that includes washing myself. From now on, it will be your job to bathe me on demand. Before lathering me in soap, however, you will start each shower with a pre-wash using your tongue. I think you already know which part of my body most needs to be cleaned.” She turned her face towards the cubicle wall. Then, supporting herself by pressing her hands against the wall, she pushed back her big arse till it was rubbing against my hard cock. Instantly, I dropped to my knees, prised her cheeks open and began to eat her arse. It tasted different from the day before and it smelled different too but I did not mind how lax she had been in her personal hygiene. The cleanliness of her arse was my responsibility now, not hers. Besides, the water constantly pouring from the shower helped to clean both her hole and my mouth whenever I licked up something unpleasant. Feeling my Mistress’ body shudder as she came was all the reward I needed for giving her arsehole the deep cleansing it required. Breathing heavily, Pat turned and rested her back against the wall, presenting her lovely pussy and big, throbbing clit to me instead of her arse. The slightly bitter taste I had experienced until then was replaced now by the sweetest of heavenly juices. I could have spent all day licking her cunt and sucking and nibbling on her clit but two orgasms were all I was permitted to give my Mistress before she pushed me off her and sank to the shower floor, sitting legs akimbo as she moaned with pleasure, slowly receding waves of excitement coursing through her body. I looked across at her flush, wet face so red and hot with pure, unadulterated lust and wanted nothing more than to seize her in my arms and kiss her passionately on her lips. I knew, however, that I was powerless to do anything without her express permission. I knew too that kisses were for equals and that was something she and I could never be. I was lower than the contents of the drain at her feet and she was higher than the highest star. All I could do was gaze upon her in loving adoration and hope to find a way to be of service to my heavenly Goddess. “God but you’re good!” Pat breathed huskily “Sarah might not appreciate your cock but she’s a fool to deprive herself of your tongue. I’ll tell her that next time I speak to her. Who knows, she might even want to use you as a sex toy herself.” My cock jumped at the prospect and Pat laughed. She looked so beautiful when she was happy I thought. How could I ever have been so stupid as to detest her, I wondered. How many years of happiness serving her had I lost as a result of that stupidity? Tears ran down my cheeks but the water was pouring so hard that Pat did not notice them. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good.” she smiled “Come closer and wank for me. Show me how much you love your Mistress. Wank all over my gorgeous tits and drown them in your cum!” She opened her legs wide and I crawled between them, placing my cock between her pendulous tits and stroking it as hard as I could. As I did so, I gawped in wonder at the size and hardness of Pat’s nipples. I had never seen nipples so long and thick nor so firm and erect. There was something truly glorious about them, a quality which was both supremely feminine and wonderfully raw and sensuous. They were, I thought to myself, the mark of a woman who personified all that was wonderful about her sex, a woman who was truly a Goddess of sex. Pat never touched me as I wanked for her. She just stared at my cock with hunger in her eyes and a smile upon her lips. The moment that I risked a glance at her lovely face, she licked her lips so suggestively that my cum exploded from my cock. Moving my shaft from side to side, I sprayed Pat’s tits and the cleavage between with cum then caught what little remained on my cock-head in my palm. Placing my hands on her massive tits, I smeared my cum all over them, kneading it in to the slightly saggy but still firm flesh and making her proud nipples shine. Licking my lips, I looked questioningly into Pat’s eyes. Her cheeks flushed as she nodded eagerly. Her hand was already busy between her legs. Placing my mouth against Pat’s right breast, I began to lick it clean of my cum. I did not leave even a tiny part of that massive expanse untouched and I did the same to her left tit too. Her finger was fucking her pussy even faster now. Turning my attention to her nipples, I teased them with the tip of my tongue, swirling it around them before licking them on every side as I had her cock the night before. Pat’s free hand pressed down on the back of my head and I took first one tit and then the other in my mouth, sucking and biting on them as if they were her clit while she finger-fucked her true clit with increasing energy till her body could stand no more and the dam that held her juices burst a fourth time. Pat could barely breathe now, she had expended so much energy and her heart was beating frantically, her breasts rising and falling at an alarming rate. Somehow, however, she managed to stagger to her feet and use her hands to prop herself upright. “Soap.” she groaned Quickly, I stood up and took the bar of soap from its dish. Rubbing it between my hands, I transformed it into a creamy lather which I then began to apply to my Mistress’s heaving body. Of all the chores I had performed that morning, this was easily the most pleasurable. For the very first time, I was able to touch and enjoy every inch of Pat’s wonderfully Junoesque body. My hands wandered all over her, massaging the soap into her soft flesh. Down they went, around her soft and yielding neck , over her mountainous breasts and her big, beautiful belly, down her smooth and shapely back and over her deliciously round buttocks, into the dark crevices of her cunt and arsehole then out into the light once more, embracing her thighs that seemed as large as tree trunks, gliding down her legs to her beautifully curved claves and shapely ankles and then her large yet lovely feet before finally rising again to cover her strong yet loving arms and powerful , soft hands in soap. I was amazed to find that Pat had enough strength remaining to come twice more during my exploration of her body. The first orgasm came when I was massaging her tits, the pinching of her nipples being her open her floodgates. The second occurred when I finger fucked her cunt and arse in unison. I was rock hard again myself but my exhausted Mistress showed no interest in my needs. “Rinse me off” she commanded “and for God’s sake get rid of that erection. I’ve already allowed you to cum once today and that was only because you pleased me. You’ll have to work a lot harder to be allowed to cum a second time.” Feeling dejected, I rinsed the soap off her body and turned off the shower. Opening the door, I stepped onto the bathmat and held out a large white towel for Pat to step into. Only when I had dried her to her satisfaction was I allowed to dry myself off with the same towel. It was wet, of course, but the knowledge it was Pat that had made it wet made my erection even harder. Despite my best mental efforts, it showed no sign of disappearing soon. Pat was now seated on the toilet, pissing in front of me as if I wasn’t even there. “Dry me off.” she said, standing up “With your tongue.” she added with a smile. Dropping to my knees again, I licked her pussy clean of pee while she giggled. “There’s some on the seat too.” she pointed out and I licked that up as well. Pat laughed. “You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” she smiled “Anything!” I breathed in reply “You are my Goddess and I live to worship and serve you!” I could have sworn that her body shuddered for a moment “In that case” she said in a hoarse voice “I shall allow you to keep your erection. You will not be permitted to cum till I decide the time is appropriate but there is no harm in expressing your love for me in the meantime.” Before I could thank her, she ordered me to follow her back to the bedroom. Seating herself at her dressing table, she instructed me to dry her hair and brush it for her. Unfortunately, I snagged her hair twice during my clumsy attempts to satisfy her and she ended up snatching the brush from me and doing it herself before using the brush to turn my arse scarlet. “A pity.” she said sadly when she had finished beating me, ignoring my tears “You had been doing so well up to now, you really had. I see now though that I had given you more credit than you deserve. Sarah is right. You are a failure as a man and a husband. Any man truly devoted to his wife or lover would know how to perform a simple task like brushing her hair. The fact you do not tells me you are nothing but a selfish, pathetic little man looking only for sexual gratification. You have no interest in truly serving the superior sex despite your fine words, have you?” I did not dare look her in the eye. “I do wish to be a true slave, to be your slave.” I said slowly “I want to devote my life to you, to ensure that you never ever have to do anything you do not want to do ever again because I will be there to do it for you. You are too good, too magnificent to have to put up with the demeaning chores of everyday life. That is why I am here. I do want sexual pleasure yes, but your sexual pleasure not mine. The only pleasure I deserve is the pleasure you choose to give me. You called me a sex toy earlier on and that is exactly what I am, a living dildo with a tongue and cock that exist only to worship you. I know I am not perfect however. I am stupid and unworthy and I still have too much of my former arrogance in me. I need a strong hand to guide me and train me and an even stronger hand to punish me when I deserve it. I am begging you Mistress, please be that woman and allow me to live out the rest of my days as your slave!” “Fine words.” smiled Pat “I never believed Sarah when you said you could be charming if you could. I always thought you were just a boring little prick but now I see she was right. Don’t think you can fool me so easily though. You will have to prove by deeds rather than words that you have what it takes to be the slave I want. The quality of the housework you did this morning should provide a good indication of your worth.” Opening her wardrobe, she searched for a suitable outfit, finally plumping for a simple summer dress that did not reach even halfway to her knees. “I’m afraid I have no underwear left to wear.” she smiled “You washed my entire collection this morning. Besides, I don’t usually wear it except in the bedroom.” My cock, which had rapidly deflated during my beating, leaped up as I pictured Pat naked under the severe business clothes she had always worn when she had berated me during her visits to myself and Sarah. Somehow the image of her angry and naked was much more exciting than the image of her smiling and naked. Pat did not notice my tribute to her, however. She was busy rummaging through a box in the wardrobe. “Aha! Here it is!” she cried suddenly and pulled out a bag. From inside it she took out a bundle of clothes. “Put these on.” she told me “As housework is the theme for today, I think you should look the part.” As I had expected, the clothes were a maid’s uniform. Smiling weakly, I pulled on a pair of torn fishnet stockings and tied a frilly apron around my waist. There was even a frilly cap for my head and a white thong for my arse. “No need for the thong.” said Pat and I dropped it to the ground. “After all, if the Mistress of the house has no need for underwear neither should her slut maid. Speaking of sluts, don’t forget your lipstick.” I applied it myself but even my best effort was clumsy and the lipstick ended up smeared around my lips rather than just on it. Pat, however, seemed to love the end result. “You look just like the whore you are.” she grinned “Those smears on your mouth make it look as if you’ve been sucking big cocks all morning. I’ll bet you wish you had, eh?” She laughed and pinched my arse hard, making me squeal and jump which made her laugh even harder. “Enough fun.” she said, suddenly serious “It’s time to inspect your housework. You’d better pray it’s up to standard. I am expecting a visitor soon and my house must look perfect. If it doesn’t then your punishment will be a lot worse than the beating you received just now. Understand bitch?” ”Yes Mistress.” I replied and nervously followed her downstairs.