Cleaning for mistress

 

It's not as bad as it seems. My feet were a little sore from wearing high heels for a long time. But even if you are tired, you can endure. I don't know how long I'm locked in this cage. I heard people walk by a few times, but I'm not sure if anyone noticed me. I can't see them. Anyway, no one told me anything until now. I hear footsteps approaching again and the sound of high heels. "Well, I have work to do." said Mrs. Nastasia loudly and cheerfully. He heard him open the cage. "Turn" the shackles are immediately released and the bond is removed. I blink and see the owner looking at me and whispering that it's okay. He is excited and explains briefly. "I was in the cathedral and I had 30 minutes left." Then he turns and retreats. I swallow inside. I have to stay with him. The cathedral is big. I took the cleaning cart and did a quick check and it looked like everything I needed was there. Let's go...



... When you open the cathedral doors, there are many. But while it doesn't look bad at first glance, here it looks much worse. I pick up all my trash with plastic bags. Then I see a full bottle of Coke sitting on the coffee table. Probably not... Yes, I have a piece of paper with my name on it. Positive energy is being sent to me. Mistress Nastasia can be strict or very strict, but she always takes care of her servants. We move forward, satisfying our thirst with gratitude. There are slave instruments and percussion instruments around. It must be cleaned and disinfected. The same goes for the clearly used ram. Finally, I go to the shower and bath. I don't know how much time I have left, but I'll have to try it myself before I clean the toilet. I hope this is enough. Now everything is ready. I took one last look around the room. So far it looks good. Dirt can still accumulate, but there is not enough time. So now all that remains is to wait for the Master to arrive at the right place. Then I see feet touching the wall. You are right. He came on time. I was barely kneeling, facing the wall, hands behind my back, when Mrs. Nastasia entered. I stand up and look at him with some fear in my eyes. I'm sure he'll notice the flaws in my work. But she smiled and said, “Mr. Then take the cathedral. I asked him to let me know if anything happens." Is it good or bad? Although I know Ms. Who cares, I can't change anything. - Please come. I heard the owner speak and had no choice but to follow him down the hall and lock myself back in the cage. As expected, I'll soon start feeling my legs and I'm not sure how long I'll last this time. But I don't want to complain. I know Mistress Nastasia loves to torment her servants and it is a privilege to suffer for her. At least this time there's variety. We could hear footsteps approaching and we even stopped in front of us. "Look at this slave" I don't recognize this voice. I don't know who that lady is, but the situation is urgent. - This is Mrs. Nastasia's cleaning lady. I'm thinking of having it cleaned. Ah, I have to show you this.” I felt him lift the hem of the skirt of my school uniform. “Here's a nice steel cage. It's for you too!" As he continues to walk, I lean against the bars and try not to feel anything moving on my body. But soon the bridge reappeared. Finally, Mrs. Nastasia released me and took me to the hall. He noticed my slightly shaky and stiff gait and laughed out loud. "Your leg hurts? Well, you have to experience it, but sometimes it happens." He shyly asks if he can kneel. He smiles again and says, "I'll be on my knees soon...” First of all, I now realize that there are more many to her. In the cathedral than when. Latex, clothes, masks, as well as bondage gear, percussion instruments, vibrators, plugs and condoms, a wife's electric device, lots of towels and a few stains on the floor. \"...You can take latex products with you in the shower. I'll do it later. You can leave your towel at the back door. I don't want you tripping in the hallway. And clean the floor here. he ordered, pointing to the stain. "Yes Mrs." Answer. - Okay, - he says. - But this time we won't do it as easily as before. At the same time he took this corrective collar and I attached it easily... and I was confused. What is he planning? The answer will come immediately. Without a word, my master put a steel collar around me and attached two steel cuffs to a very short chain. I sighed softly because I know this bad slave and I know what he means when he says he can still get on his knees. The chain is so short that your hands only reach thigh height. If you want to pick something up off the ground, you have no choice but to kneel. And there are a lot of them. I humbly and seriously look at Mrs. Nastasia. To no avail, he just grins, raises his eyebrows and shrugs. "I don't think you'll be busy. I'm going to have a coffee now." He turns and leaves me to my task. Just collect soil. I will do it soon. It was tiring and difficult on a very limited circuit. It's incredibly fun because it's humiliating to have to kneel over and over while wearing it. I was tired, exhausted and excited all at the same time. In this atmosphere of ambivalence Mrs. Nastasia met me when she returned. He sat smiling happily, clearly enjoying my cleanliness for him. It's finally over. I can kneel before him and he will remove my chains. Then she takes off my high heels. "Okay, time to gather up the latex stuff and get down to business," he says. It is a great honor to do this with my lady and it is tiring but enjoyable. Meanwhile, she explained that I had another session scheduled, but the client had to cancel on short notice. "It doesn't matter," he says. "That's why I come home early." And you probably don't care what you look like. I nod gratefully. "Thank you," he praised me and looked around again. "It's not perfect yet, but we'll find out what that means next time." I am grateful to the lady. Then he smiled again and said, “Mr. Anyway, I have nothing to complain about. He even asked if you could clean for him. But I don't want to do that yet. See. Maybe I can lend it to someone." He knows what reaction this offer will evoke in my KG and gives me that magical smile again. When he says goodbye. (As I said at the beginning, this story is fictional. It was intended as a simple cleaning story, inspired by Nastasia's mistress's search for a female cleaning slave. But now the imagination turned it into a session. When Mistress Nastasia comes to clean, she is no more, no less, a cleaning slave. - It was fun though!)