A wholesome Sunday

I woke up.

Damn.

It actually felt strange waking up with nobody's lips wrapped around my cock.

It was a damn good way to get rid of morning wood.

...

I was getting too pampered.

Then again, these days my goal in life was to get never-ending pampering, so...

Eh. At least my dick got some well-deserved rest.

I got up, still feeling the sleep in my eyes... I opened the bedroom door, and...

...

I guess you expected me to find Michelle still there, tied up and gagged? Because I'm such a lazy son of a bitch?

...

Well... Truthfully... That did... almost happen.

I did fall asleep before I remembered to free her.

However, the bitch woke me up by banging her head against the bedroom door.

I guess she didn't like the idea of spending her night like that.

She still needed to be trained more.

So... I groaned, got up... Looked at her disdainfully... But still untied and ungagged her.

She wretched and almost threw up the panties that she had to suck on for the most of the night.

After that she just kept gagging and coughing... not stopping to even thank me for freeing her.

To teach her a lesson about bothering my slumber, I ordered her to act as my fan for the rest of the night.

Yeah, a fan. Like those Roman leaders had. Someone was always fanning them and feeding them grapes. Might as well make her do the same.

Fuck it. I was too tired to come up with better ideas.

Didn't give me any submission points, though.

And it was a bad idea.

She didn't make my room colder... she radiated so much warmth that even with her fanning... the room was now hotter.

Her whole body was like a heat battery or something. She needed dicking desperately.

The bitch was so fucking horny. While she was standing over me with her makeshift-fan (I think she grabbed just a magazine or something) she couldn't stop dripping with sweat and letting out small little oohs and aahs after every fifth flick of her wrist or something.

And since I didn't give her time to put on new clothes... I could hear the slow drip of her glistening, lusty pussy.

Like a water faucet that wasn't turned all the way off. That shit will keep you awake.

Perhaps me sleeping in the nude didn't help the situation either. And specially after she realized her sounds and scent were slowly making me hard.

Normally I'd just order the bitch to suck my dick to relieve the tension, but... I had been training her a specific way. She needed to beg me for that privilege.

She was probably on the verge of doing that.

But I didn't want it. Not yet.

I had a perfect moment for that already planned.

So yeah. The situation was turning bothersome. I wasn't going to get any good sleep like this. And I might even wake up with her **** lips around little Jack.

I needed another punishment for her.

Preferably something I could take full advantage of tomorrow, when I was fully rested.

...and then it came to me.

The perfect little activity for tomorrow.

A little play... that I could have full control over.

I sent her to do her new mission and actually did get a few hours of good sleep.

So... now it was morning, and she was once again snoring on the sofa.

But at least she had done what I ordered her to.

Her apron was all stained. Even her face had some flour residue.

The way a good little wifey should look.

She had really worked her juicy ass off to make this stuff. Probably fast enough so that she could get some sleep as well.

And all the food... it looked... well...

...Edible?

Yeah... It wasn't that pretty. The muffins looked deflated and the pie was clearly a little burned.

That wasn't the point. Her talents in the cooking department were still limited. So... whatever.

If the taste sucked... she'd get punished.

And the fun of that was almost better than any pie could make.

It was time to wake her up and stop that snore that I always hated.

I wanted to smack that arrogant, juicy lesbian ass of hers. It was beautifully presented right now... just in my reach.

But... Yeah, no touching. Not yet. That was the deal.

So I settled on whistling as loud as I could.

She woke up with a jump, looking terrified.

After she settled down, I was already putting my jacket on.

"Well, I see that everything is set. How bout we start our good, old family picnic already? Gather all the eats and meet me at the car, wifey."

She did her best to hide the contempt she felt for me, but I was out of the door before she could actually form a smile.

It was time to take her outside for a while. There's only so much we could do in that crampy little shithole that's my apartment.

She was driving the car, while I lounged around in the backseat.

This way it felt like she was my chauffeur or something. I knew she always hated that.

The other thing she really hated... was the address I gave her.

She tried questioning me about it, but I just stayed quiet.

Eventually she accepted that I wouldn't provide any answers, and got to driving.

So she drove in silence. The dread overwhelming her each mile.

And yeah... Pretty soon her worst fears came true.

She stopped in front of her sister's house...

And Janice was already standing there.

Waiting for us, just like I had ordered her to.

Walking like a human being for a change.

She had her normal, casual clothes on. I almost forgot she had those.

All normal... except for the collar that was still around her neck.

Thank God I put a lock on it last time I visited her. Otherwise she probably would have taken it off.

Oh did I forgot to mention about the lock? Because that was quite an integral part of my last visit. It would make no sense for me not to do that.

So it would be really stupid if I forgot to mention that.

Anyway...

It was time for her to get into the car.

But she seemed to have a hard time deciding where to sit.

In the front with her sister, who was looking like a dolled-up 50's housewife scared out of her wits.... Or with me, the ultimate scumbag who did anything I wanted with her body?

She was gutsy. She actually decided the frontside door first.

I clicked my fingers a few times to make it clear that it was the wrong choice.

So she took a deep, annoyed breath... And got into the back with me.

Michelle was giving me the **** stare.

"Jack. Seriously... Jack. Janice. What's... What's going on? Why is she here? What... What has she got to do with any of this?"

Janice was about to say something, but I quickly cut her off.

"Hey. Like I said. It's time for a good, old family picnic. Drive."

Janice and Michelle exchanged worried, silent glances. Neither of them quite sure what devious stuff I was cooking up now.

Although it wouldn't be that hard to figure out, really.

I just wanted to have fun.

While Michelle started up the engine... I put my arm around Janice's shoulder.

The way she recoiled made my dick hard.