Cleanup

You reach over and hit a button on the camera, stopping the recording. Taking off the blindfold, a dazed, glassy-eyed expression greets you. Placing a kiss on top her forehead, you speak to her in a soft voice but stern voice.

“Get up ****, you have made a mess and will help clean it up. From now on, whenever we have sex, it will be your responsibility to ensure everything is clean.”

You put a roll of paper towels in her hand and a spray bottle of anti-bacterial cleaner in the other. You don’t have to say anything as she gets to work, still naked, slowly wiping up any trace of cum on the floor. A silly smile plasters her face as she quietly works away at the slimy puddles on the floor.

While she works, you clean your hands with wipes and prepare a meal for the both of you, something easy with the limited supplies you have. A pair of Beef Stroganoff MREs go into heating packs and you plug in an electric kettle for hot tea. While you wait for the food to finish heating, you begin breaking down the chain harness you used into a canvas bag, while the brush and riding crop are put back into the toy box. Everything is sanitized and wiped clean before being put away.

You judge the appropriate amount of time has passed for the food to be ready and pull them out of their heaters. You pull a padded sex bench out from the pile of luggage and sit on top of it. You grab a pair of mugs you brought specially wrapped in paper and fill them both with hot water and chamomile tea bags.

“****, put those away and wipe yourself down. You are forbidden from eating until you clean yourself throughly.” You say as you throw the package of baby wipes on the floor in front of you.

Nodding, she puts down the cleaning supplies and picks up the wipes. While you eat your dinner, a smile plasters her face as she gives you a show. Wiping her crotch, ass, and face, she sways her hips and wiggles her ass teasingly while you watch.

“Enough! We are done for the night ****, don’t make me punish you.” You say as you finish eating and gather the trash.

“Yes Master!” She says eagerly, taking her meal and sitting on the floor in front of you.

“Turn around.” You command her.

“Do you prefer the view from the rear Master!” She says giggly while turning.

As quickly as she said it, your hand swipes across her rear hard and she yelps in suprise.

“I will chain you to the floor, put random interval vibrators in you, and leave you to your frustration until morning. Turn around and eat your meal.” You say with finality.

While she eats, you take the medical kit from the pile of luggage and takeout **** wipes, Neosporin, and large patch bandages. When you bit her shoulder, you broke skin and left an angry patch of red teeth marks. Thankfully it doesn’t look too bad and should heal quickly on its own without scarring. But leaving it untreated with the possibility of infection wouldn’t be good.

She gasps lightly as you wipe the wound clean and apply the medicine to it. The spot you bit her in should be easily covered by a blouse and wouldn’t be visible even without one unless viewed from behind.

Before finishing, you take a number of ice packs from a box and give them to her.

“Use these and finish you tea. They will help with the swelling.” You instruct her, packing up the medical equipment.

“Thank you Master!” She smiles at you.

Sleep beckons and you roll out a pair of heated sleeping bags for the both of you. Turning out the lights, you dream of the agonies you will inflict upon her tomorrow.