Michael's Friday hell.

By lunch, Michael received the to-do list via message. I contained a menu, a wine list, and an access code to a parcel locker. When the workday was done, he went and bought the groceries and picked up the parcel. When he got to the apartment, he found a towel, razor, shaving cream, and scented soap waiting for him on the kitchen counter with a note. It read, Once you are done with groceries, shave and clean yourself. When that is done, dress to present yourself and wait with the parcel outside my door. I'll come and get you once I'm ready.

Dread and excitement washed over Michael as he read the note. Sarah had really gone all out on him for the last week, and this new chastity device had been really shocking. It had made his life so much more challenging to navigate. With the old device, he could forget its existence, but with the new one, the catheter was always there, teasing him and making him aware of who held the key.

He did as the note told him. He lathered up his body with shaving cream and then shaved every part of it, taking care of shaving every nook and cranny, and finished up with the scented soap until his body smelled like lavender. Sarah had never ordered him to do this before, and he felt like this was another nail to his male ego. He put on a fresh pair of panties (the previous pair were entirely stained.) and sat down on his knees in front of her door with the parcel on his lap.

It took almost half an hour before Sarah opened the door. Sarah was dressed in a comfy turtle neck sweater, yoga pants, and fuzzy socks. She looked down at Michael nonchalantly.

"Oh hey, there, Roomie. Done with your tasks?" she touched his knee with her foot just to tease him and continued, "You look so cute down there." Without waiting for Michael to respond, she reached down and took the package on his lap.

"Good, you got the package. Follow me." She walked past him into the living room and sat down on the couch. Michael followed her but was stopped when he was about to sit down.

"No, new rule: servants will remain on the floor."

Surprised, Michael stops in his tracks but gets down on his knees. Sarah picks up the package and shakes it lightly, looking expectantly at Michael.

"Can you guess what this is?" Michael shook his head uncertainly.

"I don't know, Princess." Sarah smiled at him.

"That's okay, let me show you." She opened the box and pulled out the plastic bag. She dropped the box on the floor and opened the bag. Inside the bag were garments.

"I've bought some clothes for you to wear tomorrow. She unfolded the first garment and held it up for Michael to see. It was a pair of black hot pants. They looked two sizes too small, and on them was sown a white apron. She dropped it in Michael's lap and pulled up the next article. It was a crop top with a small bow, and lastly, she pulled out a fresh set of lingerie with panties, a garter, stockings, and a new lingerie item, a bra. Sarah ordered Michael to extend his arms, and she laid it all in Michael's outstretched arms. She saw on Michael's face that he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Sarah couldn't help but be aroused by his indignation; he probably thought it was super humiliating to be **** to wear such clothing in front of a man, let alone his ex-girlfriend. But Sarah wasn't done yet; she had one last thing for Michael, and she dug in the box once more.

"And you are going to wear these." Sarah pulled out a pair of black kitten heels, and Michael's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Sarah, I've ne..." Sarah cut him off before he could continue.

"I told you, Roomie, no talking back. You will wear this if you want to stay at the apartment." She held the shoes by the heels and looked uncompromising at him. Michael had to swallow his ego, bite his tongue, and stretch out his hands. Seeing that he had resigned, she flicked the shoes before commanding.

"Beg me for them." Sarah wanted him to know that a punishment would follow every indiscretion. Michael's face turned crimson in humiliation at being **** to beg for the heels, but he saw no other way around it.

"Princess, may I please have my heels?" Sarah smiled once more with amusement.

"Good girl." She handed Michael the heels and turned to the TV and her phone. "Try them on, and I've sent you the rough timetable for tomorrow to your phone, so read it and come back when you are done."