House duties

I'd cleaned up the house thoroughly. Washed again after I didn't think of it as mine now. It was his. Everything was his. God it made me excited to think like that. But it felt true. I was Claire for now. He was Mr Henricks for now. I looked down at my young body. Perhaps for good. I smiled at that thought.

The door opened and Mr Henricks entered. "Hello pet. How was your day?" He asked with a smirk, looking down at me, pleased to see I was still naked.

"Good sir. Thank you... for lunch," I blushed.

"It didn't really satisfy your hunger did it?" He probed as he undid his tie.

I shook my head. "No sir."

He grinned. "So now you know. You crave sex but it only really feels right when you have no control. When you are being completely dominated. I see you didn't disobey my order about no clothes. I didn't think you would. It's not in you anymore. You've lost your balls in more ways than one. Now go get me a drink. We need to talk. Well you need to listen."

He motioned for me to go as he slipped off his shoes and sat down on the couch. I returned with his drink. Neat scotch. Just how he liked it. I knew exactly what he liked. He took it and motioned me down. "Kneel count," he instructed. I swallowed and obeyed without hesitation.

He swirled his drink about lazily. "I've been busy today. I met with Paul Keillor. We've been negotiating the sale of my tech." He stated.

My eyes widened. What? That would leave us both like this. "I'm thinking about making our little swap permanent..." he reached between my legs. He chuckled in amusement. "That makes you wet. Doesn't it. Stuck as my fuckpet, serving me on your knees, no chance of ever getting your body back." His fingers confidently explored my sex, a digit slipping inside. I moaned in aroused fear. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked.

I found myself nodding as I rocked my hips. God it felt good.

"You know I think you're more submissive than I ever was. I never really acted on my urges. You fucked a guy for a pizza. Down on your hands and knees. You're pitiful. You never deserved a cock. I was lying before about selling but I think I just might. You deserve to be on your knees. Say it. I am a weak willed, horny, submissive slut."

I moaned. "Yes. I'm a slut!" I agreed.

"My slut."

"Yours. God yes." I agreed with my horny girly voice.

"Good. Now go make me another drink and then dinner. Then clean up and bend over the kitchen bench for me to fuck your tight, slick, hungry pussy..." he withdrew his finger and I felt a keen emptiness between my legs. Fuck I wanted him in me so bad it was embarrassing. I stood slowly and scurried off to do my chores. He was toying with me, leading me along, wrapping me around his finger. And I was unable to resist him. Like his obedient **** I made him another drink. I tried to think like him as I did so. I was sexy and desirable. He wanted to fuck me.

I returned with his drink. Hips swaying enticingly. My nipples were upturned and erect. He was going to bend me over the table and fuck me from behind. After I cooked him dinner. I turned slowly so he could admire me. It was almost bold but... no. I wanted to please him. This was what he would want. I existed for that at this moment.

I returned to the kitchen, his eyes on my naked ass. I could feel it. I set about preparing the meal for him, getting out the ingredients and the pots, and as I did he entered the kitchen, swishing his glass around. He watched me as I got out the eggs and flour, enjoying his attention, conscious of our size difference, of my nakedness and his power over me, wanting to please his... appetite. He finished his drink then pushed me down onto the table. My torso ended in the flour, my face in the eggs. I gasped as he unbuckled his pants. I felt him between my legs. "I know what you want. You know what I want..." he thrust roughly into me. I gasped as he filled me. Standing on tip toes. His hands at my alewife and gripping my hair, pushing my face down, pullying it up as he thrust in and out Welty. It was rough, messy, demeaning. I was bent over, breasts pressed in flour, milk and eggs. A human fucking pancake, my tits smearing in the lumpy cold batter, nipples erect, pussy hot and wet and gloriously full as he fucked me. The batter was on my face, belly, dripping down to my mons. I squirmed and rocked to meet his thrusts, my tight pussy stretching. This was what we both wanted. His balls slapped against my clit. Fuck yes. I cried out and my back arched as he started to come, filling me. Then I came in shuddering bliss.