“This is where you’ll be staying,” he said. “These are quarters for the kitchen staff and other servants.”
It was a small, windowless room made out of cinder blocks, which were painted in an off-white color. On one wall was an open closet, with nothing in it. Next to the closet was a bathroom. It was furnished with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. The bed was a bare mattress.
John opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a folded-up piece of something that looked like cloth. “I want you to go into the bathroom, remove all your clothing, and put this on. That means underwear and shoes, too.” He handed me the bundle.
I looked at him. He made a motion with his hands, shooing me into the bathroom, so I went in and shut the door. I unfolded the bundle. It wasn’t made of cloth. It was some kind of opaque white plastic, tyvek maybe. It looked like overalls, except it was full body, and had mittens integrated onto the sleeves, and booties on the legs. OK, this was kinky, but whatever.
I stripped down, then stepped into the outfit. There was a zipper in the front. I zipped it up to between my tits, then stepped out.
“So you like this?” I asked.
John stepped up, grabbed the zipper, and pulled it all the way up to my neck. “There, that’s better.” Then he stepped into the bathroom and gathered up all my clothes. “These will be cleaned and returned to you on Sunday before you leave. There are more bunny suits in the dresser should you need to change. They are disposable. Throw them in the trash when you take them off. There are also sheets and a blanket in the dresser.” He stepped closer to me, invading my personal space. “Are you ready for your first…” he smiled. “Task?”
I nodded, dreading what was coming next.
“Clean this room. Bathroom too. It’s been months, and the place is not fit to be seen.”
“What?”
“Clean the room. There are cleaning supplies in the cabinet in the bathroom, and there’s a broom in the closet. I expect the floors to be clean enough to eat off of. Do you understand?”
“You want me to clean the room? That’s all?”
“That’s all for now, yes. When you’re done, you can make the bed and sleep. If you’re hungry afterward, there’s sandwich fixings in the kitchen.”
I stared at him.
“Go on, chop chop, time’s a-wasting, get busy!” Then he turned around and walked out, carrying my clothes, shutting the door behind him.
What else could I do? I started cleaning the bathroom. There was dried urine on the toilet. The bathtub had a black ring around it. The fixtures were covered in water spots. There was mildew on the walls in the tub.
It took me about an hour to do the bathroom. Fortunately, the room itself wasn’t that bad. I just had to dust the desk and dresser, sweep the floor, then damp mop it. The place gleamed.
When I was done, I made the bed. I was more exhausted than I thought I was. As soon as I was done, I took a shower, then crawled into bed naked and went to sleep.
Next thing I knew, I was awakened by a pounding on the door. “Wake up! Get dressed! Get out here! Now we get to the real stuff!”
At first I was confused, then I remembered. I was at John’s place. “OK, be right out.”
I looked in the dresser. There were a couple dozen bunny suits, so I grabbed one and put it on, making sure to pull the zipper all the way up. I opened the door and stepped out.
“In the kitchen!” John said. He was sitting at a table. “Make some breakfast for us. Can you make an omelette?”
“Yes.”
“OK, do that.”
The pantry and fridge were well-stocked, so I made a couple of omelettes. Lots of cheese, bell peppers, mushrooms, and some ham. I plated them, then put one in front of John, and sat down at the end of the table to eat mine.
“Looks delicious!” he said and began eating. We completed the meal in silence.
When he was done, he said “Clean up in here. When you’re done, join me outside” and walked off.
To say I was puzzled would be an understatement. I was expecting to be some kind of sex slave, not a kitchen drudge. But whatever. The longer I could put off breaking my wedding vows, the better.
I loaded the plates and silverware into the dishwasher and cleaned the frying pan by hand. When I was complete, I walked out the front door.
John was sitting in an Adirondack chair, one of two on the patio, with a small table in between them. “Good, you didn’t waste time. See that?” He pointed at something that looked like a handle with wheels on it. I realized it was a push-reel lawnmower. Then he pointed out to the expansive yard. “Mow the lawn.”
“Hang on a second!” I replied. “I thought I was here to… you know…”
“You agreed to do whatever I wanted for a rather generous compensation. What I want you to do now is mow the lawn. If you don’t want to comply with our agreement, you are free to leave at any time and forfeit the compensation. The gate is that way.” He pointed down the driveway. “Or you can mow my lawn. Your choice.”
I glared at him. I’ve mowed a lawn before, but not since I was a kid, and always with a powered mower. I grabbed onto the mower, rolled it over to the grass, and started mowing. The lawn had to be at least half an acre, maybe more. Fortunately, it wasn’t too overgrown. I pushed the thing all the way to the far edge, then turned around and started back. Over the next few hours, I slowly managed to cut the entire thing, taking breaks only to drink water (that I had to get myself) and eat lunch (that I also had to make myself). Every half hour or so, John would step out to check on my progress, then go back inside.
By the time the sun started to set, I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted, but I finished. The bunny suit was like a portable sauna. I’d long since pulled the zipper down to my navel. I rolled the mower back to the front door, where John was waiting. “Good job. Go take a shower and change into a new bunny suit. When you’re done, head to the kitchen and cook dinner. There are steaks in the fridge. I like mine medium.” He started to go back inside, then stopped. “Oh, and pull your zipper up. You’re indecent.”
I looked down and noticed that one of my breasts was peeking out of the opening in the suit. I had no idea how long it had been hanging out like that. I zipped it up and stomped back to my room.
I spent a lot of time in the shower, then got dressed in a new bunny suit and went into the kitchen. Nobody was there. I looked in the fridge, and there were two steaks that had not been there this morning. I also saw some mushrooms and some veggies in the drawer, but fuck that. He said steak, so that’s all I was going to cook. I fired up the oven. When the steaks were done, I poked my head into the den and yelled “Dinner’s ready!”
I plated his steak and put it on the table, then sat down to eat mine. John sat down a minute later and ate his steak without comment.
When he was done, he told me that when I was finished cleaning the kitchen, I could go to bed. So I did. I pulled off the suit, climbed into bed, and was asleep within minutes of laying down.
The next morning, I was again awakened by a pounding on the door. “Up and at’em! Your final day of servitude is at hand!”