Barbara mused over her incredible luck as she watched her slave busily vacuuming the carpet, while she lounged in an armchair with a cup of coffee in her hand and a novel on her lap. Des was naked (as he spent nearly all of his time), his ankles were joined by twelve inches of chain, the handcuffs holding his wrists together were attached to the cleaner's hose, and he was pulling the wheeled cleaner around by means of another chain attached to the ring around his cock and balls. He also wore a large ball-gag - he'd been a little cheeky that morning!

Her slave had been with them for about a month now, and Barbara was loving the lazy life she was leading - with Des doing virtually all of the housework. He had plenty of time to do it: he augmented a small income (from property he owned) with a little free-lance journalism and writing - only about fifteen hours of work a week, and most of it could be done at home (usually shackled naked to his word-processor, in fact!) When he had to go out, for interviews or to see an editor, Barbara always locked the harness tightly on his cock before allowing him to dress... "as an incentive to come home!" she told him.

Not that he needed the incentive, she was certain: he gave every indication of loving his slavery, willingly doing the chores he was ordered to, submitting to quite a lot of stringent bondage and some discipline (even if he hadn't misbehaved!), and performing personal duties for her very satisfactorily! In fact, she had her own personal slave for most of the day, five days a week, and naturally she could hardly believe her luck.

Most mornings, Des was expected to get up early (except when he spent the night in bondage - usually about twice a week) and serve breakfast in bed to his Master and Mistress; it was a marvellous luxury to be woken and immediately to be served freshly-squeezed juice and hot coffee and toast, and by a naked, shackled slave to boot! Des would then be given his first orders for the day, either to go lock himself to his word-processor and do some writing, or to start on some other chore.

Frank would get up and leave for work soon afterwards, but Barbara would only get up when she felt like it - sometimes quite late. Then she might check on her slave - not that this was necessary, because she knew he would be exactly where she had ordered. He always had to padlock himself to one of the many strategically-placed rings before he started whatever chore she gave him, so he would still be there when she came, even if he'd finished some time ago.

This particular morning, Des had been working at his writing for about four hours before Barbara eventually checked on him. She'd looked at his work and commented, "I thought you'd have got more done by now, slave," and his answer had been a little impertinent. The ball-gag was the result, and he would be wearing it for the rest of the day... and Barbara had a few other plans for the day, as well!

Her slave finished his chore, and came to stand in front of his Mistress, dragging the cleaner behind him. She made him wait for ten minutes or so, while she finished the chapter in her book, then unlocked the chain from the cleaner and told Des to put it away and return immediately. When he did so, the unattached chain dangling noisily from his cock, Barbara gave him some practice at obeying the single-word and 'gesture-only' commands that she and Frank had made up for him to learn.

After an hour or so of walking, kneeling, crawling, standing, and so on, he was panting a little and his nude body was damp with sweat. Taking the free end of the chain, Barbara led her captive out to the 'bondage room' that took up half of their double garage. "You've earned some punishment," she told him, "for not working well enough this morning, and for some mistakes in your training just now. But I'm going to be nice, and give you a choice of what it'll be...."

From the options she listed, Des chose the thin cane on the insides of his thighs; soon Barbara had him tightly bound face up on a narrow bench, with his arms pulled down to each side and his legs stretched up and very wide apart. She took up a position so that he could see her framed in the vee of his legs, then gave him four strokes on each thigh, not hard but not too gently either. Her aim was steadily improving, as was her ability to judge just how much Des could tolerate, and today she succeeded in extracting a couple of very satisfactory grunts and winces from him.

Barbara was discovering that she was enjoying her 'Mistress' role even more than she'd expected; right now, she was getting very horny, watching her prisoner's reactions to the cane cutting sharply into the tender flesh of his thighs. Freeing Des' wrists and stripping off her housecoat, she positioned herself so that his nose could nuzzle at her pussy while his hands caressed her tits with their large nipples. As her pleasure mounted, she wondered excitedly whether Frank was planning anything interesting for that evening.