“Richard,” she said, “Look at this.”
Richard walked over and saw she was looking at a display of butt plugs.
Sandra pointed to one with a pink jewel on its end.
“Oh, let’s get one! The heart shaped one! You’ll look so cute and James will adore seeing that in your ass,” Sandra exclaimed. “We’ll take one of these, please.”
Jan came over and opened the case. “There are great. They add a pleasing look when your maid bends down or curtsies. Small, medium, or large?” she asked.
“I’ve never had him wear one,” said Sandra.
“You mean he’s not worn a butt plug? Have you used a dildo on him?” Jan asked in apparent astonishment.
“No, never,” said Sandra.
“Well, then I’d recommend a medium. He looks sturdy enough to take that. You can always get a larger size as you break her in. And, as you’re a first-time customer, I’ll throw in a tube of water-based lube. Safety instructions are in the box.”
“Thanks so much for your time and expertise, Jan. We’ll definitely be back. Richard get the packages and a cab. You can go home and unpack all your lovely shoes and your new jewelry and clean my bathroom. I have one more stop to make before I go back to the apartment,” said Sandra. “You can drop me off on the way uptown. Sixty-eighth and Park. Shower, but don’t get dressed after you clean the bathroom. I want to watch you get into uniform. I find it all so exciting.”
Richard swallowed hard and gathered up all the shoe boxes and the Esclavage shopping bag with the maid’s cap, the butt plug, and bottle of lubricant and said, “Yes, Mistress Sandra. Whatever pleases you,” and opened the door to allow Sandra to exit the store. He stepped to the curb to hail a cab for their trip uptown.
As the cab headed uptown Sandra was tapping away on her smartphone. Richard sat quietly and looked at her profile as the cityscape swept by. The cab pulled up at sixty-eighth and Park Avenue and Sandra got out. As she was closing the door she said, “You have your instructions. I’ll be about an hour.” She closed the door and was off.
The cab pulled up in front of their apartment building and the doorman rushed out to help Richard with all the packages.
“See you and the missus have been shopping,” John said as he held the door for Richard. “Want me to help you upstairs with these?”
“No, thanks, John. I’ve got them,” said Richard, his arms full of shoe boxes, with the Esclavage bag under his chin. “If you could just push the elevator button for me.”
Richard rode upstairs and managed to get everything into the apartment. He went to the guest room and piled the shoe boxes in the closet and put the maid’s cap, butt plug and lube into a dresser drawer. Then he got undressed and went into the bedroom to begin cleaning Sandra’s bathroom. It was just four o’clock.
He had forgotten what a mess had been left. He picked up all the sodden towels and bath rug and put them into the clothes dryer. He picked up Sandra’s face and skin lotion from the floor, took the shampoo from the side of the tub and put them back in the cabinet. He washed the shaving brush and mug and put those away too. He rinsed her razor and toothbrush and put them back in their proper holders. Then he got a mop out of the utility closet and mopped the floor. The tub, now filled with cold water with a layer of bath oil and soap scum, looked uninviting. He opened the plug and let the water drain. When it was empty, he got into the tub.
First, he used the spray attachment to rinse the tub. Then with a scrub brush and cleaner, he sprayed the tub and washed and scrubbed the marble. When he was done he used the spray attachment to rinse the tub a second time. He ran his hand over the sides and bottom of the tub to make sure no bath oil or soap residue remained. He got out and did the same to the shower stall and then the sink. He got glass cleaner and sprayed the mirrors, making sure there were no streaks.
He lifted the lid of the toilet. Sandra never flushed, saying it was his job. He flushed and used the brush to clean the bowl. He flushed it and left the bathroom and went to the linen closet and got a new bath rug, washcloth, and towels and hung them on the towel racks. Finally, he emptied the waste bin. He turned and looked at the bathroom making sure he hadn’t missed anything. It was just twenty to five. He had just enough time to shower and be ready for Sandra when she came home.
He went to the guest bathroom and took a fast shower and shampooed his hair. He was just finishing drying off when he heard his wife at the front door.
“Richard, I’m home.”
Richard rushed out to greet her. She was standing just inside the apartment door holding three small paper bags in her hands. He went over to her, kneeled and kissed her shoes. “Welcome home, Mistress Sandra.”
“And how is my gurl?” she asked. “All chores completed?”
“Yes, Mistress Sandra.”
Sandra said, “Go and wait for me in the guest room. I’ll be in in a minute to dress you,” and walked off to her bedroom.
Richard went to his room and stood nervously while he waited for his wife.
She returned in about five minutes and said, “Well, let’s get you dressed. You’re showered and caged. Now what shall I have you wear? Let’s go with something pink and lacy. Panties and garter belt and sheer stockings.”