Later

“La...ter.” You manage to mumble, before blacking out.

You are awake. Your ass hurts. That’s about all you know. You open your eyes and sit up. You’re naked, on a couch in a perfectly normal room. There’s a TV, windows, even a coffee table with those books people buy just to put on the coffee table.

“You’re awake. Good.” You hear. You turn around and find Miss Locke. “You said later. This is later. Ready for your punishment?”

You gulp. You remember what she did to you in public, with just her body. You shudder as you wonder what she’ll do in her own home, with all the privacy and tools she needs. You even fear for your life. But by now you know she’s stronger than you, and your body is still sore from your humiliating defeat. You nod.

“Yes.” You say weakly. “I’m ready.”

“Good. You’re going to do chores for me.”

You let that sink in for a second.

“...what?” you ask.

“Chores. You’re going to sweep the floor, do the dishes, all that. Think you can handle it?”

“Uh...yes?” This has to be a trick. Is she going to shove something up your ass while you do the chores. Is she going to whip you? Or something worse that you can’t even imagine?

“Well, get to it!” She barks. “Start with the kitchen!”

Confused, you get to doing your...chores. As you do the dishes, you feel Miss Locke looking over your shoulder. You wonder if she’s going to spank you or even finger your ass, but she doesn’t touch you. You can’t even feel her breasts on her back...the thought reminds you how they felt as she was pounding you and you get hard, but she just hums and leaves you to it.

Later, are you are scrubbing the floor, you see her walk up to you and notice she’s barefooted. This is it, you think. She’s going to make you worship her feet. She’s going to make you kiss them, lick them. She’s going to shove them in your mouth. You suppress a horny whine and keep scrubbing. She walks by you and keeps going, not even acknowledging your existence.

It takes you a few hours to do everything there’s to be done. Every time, you notice her around, and you think she’s going to **** herself on you in some way. When you entered the bathroom you thought she’d say you were going to be her toilet. When she walked to you with a broom in her hands you thought she was going to fuck you with it. But she didn’t even touch you.

Now you’re almost done. You’re making her bed, and she’s already said that it’s the last thing you need to do, that you can leave the moment you’re done. When you finish, you turn around and see her standing at the door of her bedroom. Is she going to take you in her bed now?

“Okay then. You are free to go.” She says, stepping aside.

“I...what? You’re not going to...you know…”

“What?”

“Do anything to me? Like you did back at the fair?”

Miss Locke laughs.

“I took you for a spin, and decided you’re not good enough to be my bitch. Sorry to disappoint you.”

So that’s it? You did all those chores, and she’s not going to do anything?

“Do you want me to do something to you?” She asks with a mocking smile.

It’s time to swallow your pride and admit what you’ve been trying to deny while doing chores: you want her to use you.

“Yes.” You say flatly, trying not to show just how much you want it.

“Well, like I said, no. You’re not good enough. Leave, now.”

You try to move, but you can’t. Leave? Where? To do what? You can’t just ‘leave’ her. You need this! You fall to your knees.

“Please.” You say. “Please, teach me. I can be...I can be a better bitch, I’ll be a better bitch, just please don’t send me away yet.”

“Interesting. Go on.”

“I’ll do whatever you say. Please, I just want you to use me. However you want. You can do anything, make me do anything. Just please, use me.”

“But I have been using you, slut. For chores.”

“No! I need you to use my body! To feel your skin! Smother me, **** me, piss on-”

“Enough!” She shouts as she approaches you. “That is exactly the problem. You are a selfish, greedy little slut. You need to understand, if you are to be my bitch, it’s not about what you need. It will never be about what you need. It’s about serving me. And I can do better than you. I could go years without touching you, without even looking at you, and then one day decide I want you to come clean my gutters, and you will do it, without question. If you want to serve me, if you want to be my bitch, then that’s what I demand. If you just want someone to use your body, then pay some whore to dominate you.”

“I…” You don’t know what to say. She said years! Years without touching you. But...if you say no, then she will never touch you again. Can you find this somewhere else? Will anyone take you, pathetic as you are? She’s right, you’re nowhere near good enough for such a superior woman, but you realize you have ****: you are already hers. If you say no now, you’ll waste away thinking of her. You have to be her bitch. It’s the only way to go on living. “I’ll do it.” You say. “I’ll be your bitch, just like you said. I’ll do anything you demand, and expect nothing in return. Please, let me do it. Grant me that honor, even though I don’t deserve it.”

“Hmmm. Very well. But I’m warning you, one mistake, and you’re out, I won’t even look at you ever again.”

You nod.

“Of course. Anything you say.”

“Okay then, bitch. Lie on the bed. On your back”

You can’t believe your luck. She said years, and you were willing to wait, you really were, it would have been worth it. But she’s going to use you now? This is heaven. You rush to do as you’re told. You hear her open and close a drawer, and then she goes to you and positions herself on top of you, her ass hovering over your face.

“Eat my ass, bitch.” She says as she lowers it and smothers you with it. As you obey, you feel her fingers teasing your asshole and moan in delight into her ass. “Don’t get distracted now, this is all about me, remember? I’m doing this because it pleases me. You’re doing this because it pleases me. You are irrelevant.”

You lick eagerly, her words briniging nothing but joy to your heart.

“You are nothing.” She says as she fucks your ass with something, probably a dildo she got from the drawer. “You are meat for me to use. I’ll throw you away once I’m bored of you. So make the best out of this.”

You will you think as she fucks you and you please her ass. You will make the best out of any moment you have with her, and you’ll do so by obeying, by pleasing her, by forgetting any need and desire you might have, and surrendering you will to hers. Completely.