I Couldn’t Be a Housewife

Once I got back upstairs I barely had enough time to notice anything because the first thing that I wanted to do was shower. Now that I had gotten home, and completed Mr. Namor’s command for my cum walk, I felt absolutely disgusted with myself, and feeling his cum start to crust across my body didn’t help.

At first in the shower I reached for my own soap, but once my eyes got a glance at Autumn’s For The Ladies! soap something just felt more right about using that. So I began to lather and coat myself in that stuff, and as I started to feel more clean and lighter by the second I also started to feel… good. Like really good!

My body started to grow hotter by the second as drip after drip of Ramon’s thick, crusty cock-juice started to slide off of my body and leaving it shiny and clean. As I scrubbed my hands glided and rubbed against my cunt and… fuck me how am I still horny? Is it the stupid pill? Or was it something that someone said?

Still, I couldn’t help myself as my hand started to drag and flick against my cunt teasingly… and as soon as I touched myself I let out a quick moan. Needless to say my quick 15 minute shower turned into damn near an hour as I finger fucked myself to oblivion, letting me moan and scream in the privacy of my own home.

The rest of the day goes about as easily as it possibly could while you’ve been dosed with a compliant pill. I read and responded to every email that was in my inbox, I was on the phone with a spam call for over an hour because he said the phrase “don’t hang up” and I found myself calling a telemarketer for a new kitchen spiralizer because the ad said “call today to learn about our special deal!” This was getting exhausting!

I learned that not all of the commands had to be spoken for it to work either. I damn near had a brain aneurism while reading instructions on the back of my frozen dinner because it said “cook for 15-18 minutes on high” and my compliant brain couldn’t handle that choice, so I settled for the exact middle at 16.5 minutes.

While the food was in the oven I also got a text from Autumn. She said the family situation was going over better than expected and there was nothing to worry about which was a relief. But before I could respond she sent another quick follow up text:

“Also~! I did most of the cleaning but I forgot to do the floors… do you wanna do that sometime in your spare time?”

I hated cleaning and I absolutely hated doing my floors. But before I know it I just responded with a quick thumbs up, got some rubber gloves and a sponge, before getting on my hands and knees and scrubbing every inch of dirt and grime off the floor.

One the floor was clean enough you could practically eat off of it, which unfortunately I’m pretty sure I’d do right now if someone asked, I finished my dinner. At this point I was tired enough for me to listen to another command: my own body, screaming at me that it was tired and ready for bed.

As I started to get myself ready though I remembered something that Autumn said to me in the past: “Girls with big tits need to wear underwear to sleep or else they will wake up the next day feeling like crap!” Unfortunately, the stupid pill took that memory as another command.

The only problem was I didn’t have any real underwear for myself here in this body. I started to search and rummage through all of my drawers, cursing under my breath that I may need to take a quick Walmart trip but then: I saw it. A Christmas gift I got for Autumn last year that was for special occasions only. I stared at it for a couple seconds and… I think it would fit me well enough? With a sigh I slipped it on, and crawled myself in the bed, getting ready for sleep.