Getting you willful boyfriend to clean your dirty apartment

One of my favorite activities with pet is cleaning. Mostly because I hate to clean, so incorporating kink makes it fun!

At first, I didn't really know to do. Do I stand over him with my crop and look angry? That wasn't very fun for me. Now, I like to sit and read or blog while he tidies up in his cute little maid's outfit. He used to have a little hat, but I lost it :(

Today, we did a deep clean of the living room, dining room, kitchen, and galley. I put up a new calendar (finally) and had to copy all the birthdays and anniversaries onto it. Then, I organized my knitting and reading. Then I felt restless, so I started to clean too.

It's a little silly, but when I clean by myself, I feel resentful and grumpy. When pet cleans by himself, I enjoy it for a while but I eventually I feel restless - like I'm not helping out enough! Tyah, I'm a domme, my job should be to sit around and be domly... but I'm also a partner in this household. So I tidy up, too - the little things that pet typically misses. He's not good with dusting the tops or door frames, or cleaning baseboards, or scrubbing stainless steel... but when he's tied to the kitchen sink, every dirty dish comes out spotless! 

Cleaning activities that I love:

 1.) Setting a timer and forcing him to clean for 20 minutes. When the timer goes off, he gets beaten until he begs for mercy. This cycle repeats until I'm satisfied or bored

2.) When I inspect his work, any spot I find that is still dirty must be cleaned with his tongue. This is especially effective in the bathroom.

3.) Tying or chaining him to the area that must be cleaned. He can be released when he's done. He has to go to the bathroom? Tough, the laundry needs to be sorted.

4.) Having him go do laundry dressed ridiculously. We only do this when the other people in the apartment building are out though. I constantly threaten him that he'll have to take the trash, recycling or compost out naked - but that would lead to awkward complications, so I haven't followed through yet.

5.) Being tied in a corset or full body harness while he's cleaning.

6.) Being tied in a restrictive tie while he's cleaning - something like a T-Rex tie, or one foot tied back. Cleaning does not get done fast, but it's so enjoyable to watch.

7.) Cleaning with a ball gag, butt plug, or vibe in. He enjoys it at first but eventually it becomes almost uncomfortable. I love watching this.

8.) Of course, while he's cleaning, he still has to be sufficiently hot. If he's not being hot enough, I'll scold him and tell him to be hotter. He's still working on this part.

I'm sure there's more, but I haven't thought of them yet!

How I Got Into Kink - My First "Session"

This is a great memory that I have.

After we had been playing long distance, I had the chance to visit my boyfriend for the first time in three months.  Of course, I was excited to see him, but I had a plan to make his fantasies come true. That made me even more excited!

The first day I was with him, he had to go into work. This was perfect! I had plenty of time to prepare. I outfitted myself in my purple corset, black rumba panties, black thigh-high fishnets, and black pumps that I had bought from Payless for a job interview. I did my hair up in a top knot and smeared make-up over my face (at least, that's what it feels like now. I spent a lot of time on my make-up, but it was before I learned anything about it so I'm sure I looked ridiculous!).

I set everything up. Fruit cut on the cutting board and covered with a towel so he wouldn't see it. Two handcuffs, one for each hand, set up on a chair from his dining set that I had dragged into the bedroom. Blindfold, rope, ruler, and cheap bondage tape laid out on the bed.

And... I waited.

I had been so nervous that things wouldn't be ready that I had gotten ready too early. So there I was, sitting in my boyfriend's half-furnished apartment dressed like someone from a porno. I walked back and forth, checking to make sure everything was in place.  I paced, listening to the clicking of my heels. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and practiced a bitchy face. I sat on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, running through what I had planned.

After what seemed like hours, I hear his car pull up.  I raced through the door and locked it. My heart pounded. When he got to the top of the stairs and asked to be let in, I would have to be a different person. I would be a dominatrix.

He did get to the door, and when he found it was locked he knocked.

"Who is it?" I called with mock-sweetness.

"It's your boyfriend?" I could tell he was confused.

I tsked. "I'm sorry." I said, flinging the door open. "I was expecting a slave."

He was frozen. His eyes locked onto mine, then traveled down to my neck, my breasts, my corset, my stockings...

"Get inside." I said sternly, stepping aside so he could enter. He did, and I closed the door and locked it as he stared at me.

"Take off your shoes. And your shirt. Just take it all off." I said. He stumbled around the narrow entryway, dropping his laptop bag and fumbling off his work boots. As he hurried to pull his clothes off, I pulled a blindfold from the counter. When he had stripped, I put it over his eyes. I pressed my body into his and pushed him against the wall, kissing him forcefully. He melted, slouching over to kiss me back and letting out a moan. After his dick had gotten hard, I grabbed it and pulled him into the bedroom.

He followed, in obvious pain. I loosened up, leading him to the chair and pushing him down into it. When I cuffed his hands and tied his feet with the bondage tape (I couldn't figure out the rope) I stood before him, showing myself off to a blindfolded sub.

"Now, slut... we're going to play a game."

"Game?" He said back, a little uneasy. I worried that this was going too quick, but I didn't give up. That's why we had a safe word. I explained the rules - I would feed him a piece of fruit, and he would have to guess what it was. If he guessed right, I would play with his cock. If he guessed wrong, I would beat him with a ruler.

The fruits were: Orange, grape, persimmon, starfruit, physalis, blowfish fruit, and mangosteen.

He guessed two out of seven.

I remember the desperation in his voice. "I don't know - OW! - I don't know, Miss!" I remember the winces and moans when I hit him on the inside of his thighs. I remember the mischievous, evil feeling that I got when I fed him another fruit I knew he had never even heard of. I remember the nervousness, the hesitation when I first beat him. The red marks the edge of the ruler made on his skin. I worried. I enjoyed it.

Then the overwhelming feeling of love as he cried from the pain of the ruler and the humiliation of losing my challenge. I pulled the blindfold off him, kissed him, and pushed the chair back. As it leaned against the bed, half-tipped and falling over, I fucked him. It was excellent.

How I Got Into Kink - The Accidental Domme

Lots of people ask me how I "got into" kink. I have pet to thank for that. I got into kink the way you fall in love or fall asleep - slowly, then all at once. (Thanks, John Green.)

It started when we were dating. Once day, as we were having sex, he called me a bitch. Being the nice vanilla woman, I was confused. Did he think I was a bitch? Was I being too mean to him? Is this a symptom of an underlying problem that is just now coming to the surface!? I was really worried. But slowly, eventually, I realized that this was a new world of sex that would bring us closer than we had been with anyone else. Story time!