Submissive and domestic

Katie got home and rushed upstairs into the sanctuary of her room. It was quiet, messy, comfortable. She stripped and fell onto her bed, breathing heavily. Her heart thumped.

The front door opened and closed.

"Katie," her father called out. "Are you home?"

"Yes, dad," she shouted back.

"Clean your bathroom. It's a sty right now."

"Ugh..."

"Do what he says," said the voice.

"Yes, father," she answered and plodded naked to her bathroom. The floor was covered in dust bunnies and layers of grime from when her baths splashed. Katie reached for a mop handle.

"Clean on your hands and knees," said the voice.

Katie grabbed a cloth and got on her bare knees and elbows. Ducking and stretching and leaning and scrubbing, wiggling her bare ass, she wiped the corners of the bathroom, behind the toilet, and under the sink counter.

Knees aching and sweat on her brow, she stood up.

"Look at all the grime between the tiles, slattern. Scrub the grout clean with your toothbrush," said the voice.

Katie sighed and kneeled again. She determinedly scrubbed the vilest, most disgusting black spots from the floor with her toothbrush. Her ass shook and her forearms ached. Finally, the nooks and crannies substantially cleaner and the toothbrush substantially browner, she stood up. She moved to throw the soiled toothbrush in the trash.

"Brush your teeth as punishment for your filthy, unkempt bathroom," said the voice.

Yuck. Katie looked at the brush and at the ring cursing her and at the brush and at the ring.

"Brush your teeth, slut," the voice repeated.

Katie reluctantly squeezed some paste onto the brush and thrust it in her mouth. It tasted wrong, rotten somehow. Once, twice, thrice she brushed.

She looked at her clock through the bathroom door. 6:50. Crap. She spat out the paste and jumped in the shower. Midway through shampooing her hair, the doorbell rang.

"Answer the door," said the voice.

Katie jumped out of the shower and hurriedly wrapped a towel around herself.

"I've got it," she shouted and, wet feet slapping down the stairs, rushed to open the door in just her towel.