Cleanliness

I spent the day cleaning my house, mopping everywhere. My invisible master wanted me to do it the old-fashioned way, by hand and on my knees. This complicated and made the task difficult. I was sweating, I felt dirty and humiliated.

The mop slid across the flagstones, the lukewarm water splashing my already bruised knees. The weight of his invisible gaze burned my bent back as I scrubbed the blackened joints between the stones, my breasts swaying heavily with the effort. A sudden draft—too hot, too deliberate—rose up my parted thighs, stirring up the acrid smell of our last encounter.

My dress was lifted, leaving me naked. I felt his weight hold me on all fours. His penis pressed against the entrance to my anus. I tried not to tense up, but its size was so impressive that when it thrust in without warning, I couldn't suppress a cry. It was so big, so wide.

The air suddenly froze, charged with an electric tension that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. The mop slipped from my fingers with a soft clatter against the damp tiles. A sharp shiver ran through me as an invisible pressure encircled my ankles, slowly and deliberately creeping up my raw calves.

He began thrusting in and out of my rectum. I felt so degraded and filthy, yet I was soaking wet. I loved being his possession so much. Not seeing him was so exciting and removed all my inhibitions. What I couldn't see didn't exist, and yet he was pounding into me like a madman. It felt so good.

My breath caught in my throat as his invisible presence pressed me deeper against the flagstones, their icy edges bruising my hips. The mop lay forgotten, its stale water smell drowned by the musky scent of my sweat and his.

The flagstones seemed to sink beneath me, or perhaps it was my body that was collapsing further, crushed by the spectral weight of his desire. A moan escaped me as his invisible fingers sank into the tender flesh of my thighs, slowly and torturously moving up to where my skin was already burning.

He began slapping the sides of my hips and buttocks as he continued to pound into me.

Sharp pain and dull pleasure mingled within me, each slap resonating against my flesh like a humiliating and delicious echo. My fingers clawed at the flagstones, desperately seeking a grip as his invisible member plowed into me with methodical brutality.

My nails scraped against the stone as another slap landed on my right buttock, the trembling flesh marbled with bright red. Breathless, I felt his spectral weight press against my back, pinning my sweating stomach to the icy flagstones. A brutal thrust—too deep, too wide—tore a strangled cry from my throat, the sound shattering against the damp kitchen walls.

Suddenly he withdrew from me and presented his penis, soiled with my bodily fluids, to my lips.

- Finish me with your mouth—finish me with your mouth.

The air caught in my throat as the musky, salty scent of our entwined bodies assaulted my nostrils. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, paralyzed between disgust and an obscene thirst. Beneath my closed eyelids, I felt the warm, wet pressure of his unseen member crush against my parted lips, sliding along my skin like an oiled viper.

I finally opened my mouth, and he thrust his penis inside me. The spectral flesh swelled against my tongue, a metallic, salty taste filling my mouth as rivulets of our mingled fluids trickled down my chin. My jaws burned from being **** open like this, each thrust of her invisible hips driving this presence, both solid and elusive, deeper within me.

My palate tightened under the onslaught of her spectral flesh, each thrust wrenching a wet gurgle from the back of my throat. Her invisible hips slapped against my chin in an obscene rhythm, spraying droplets of saliva and fluid onto my heaving breasts. A pulsating vein seemed to spring forth beneath my tongue, swelling with each thrust like a living serpent.

- I will teach you to obey me without hesitation, without resistance.

My chin was dripping with thick saliva mixed with fluids, each slap of his ghostly hips sending warm splashes onto my chest. The spectral member brutally pressed its pulsating member against my uvula, triggering a gag reflex that made my ribs tremble. My tears flowed freely now, tracing glistening furrows across my burning cheeks as my gums went numb under the relentless pressure.

A spasm rippled through me as his pulse quickened, becoming more insistent, as if he wanted to imprint the rhythm of his pleasure into the contracted muscles of my throat. His invisible fingers suddenly curled in my hair, pulling my head back until my neck cracked, forcing my mouth open even wider under the spectral intrusion.

Saliva now trickled down my lips in unbroken streams, unable to close them around this presence that seemed both solid and yet elusive.

My neck arched under the brutal grip of his invisible fingers, each tendon protruding like a taut rope about to snap. The hot pulse against my tongue suddenly accelerated, and I felt his spectral member expand in a silent spasm—a second before a searing jet exploded at the back of my throat. My trachea contracted violently, the thick, salty liquid forcing its way down my esophagus as **** tears stung my eyes.

He shoved me backward, and I fell to the floor, struggling to swallow his semen without ****.

- That's your task finished. I'm going out to enjoy the sun.

I collapsed onto the cold kitchen tiles, my cheek sticking to their damp surface as shivers ran through my violated body. The warm semen remained stuck in my throat, each attempt to swallow bringing back a bitter taste of salt and copper. My trembling fingers clawed at the floor, desperately searching for a foothold, while my bruised hips continued to clench involuntarily, as if his ghost still haunted me, even as his footsteps faded into the distance.