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Jim's Story - part thirty

Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:26:40 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part thirty - Betty goes out

Betty said: "Organize the work so we can be done by about 3:00
P.M. At that time I want a massage, a bath, check my nails and
hair. Then I want you to dress me for going out. I will confine
you to the discipline room around 7:00 P.M. because I'm going to
a party."

I said: "Miss Betty, If you leave me a key to the discipline
room, I will let myself out about 7:30 and clean the windows,
pack boxes and do anything else you may want, then before you
come inside I will lock myself back in."

Betty said: "How can I trust you to do that?"

I said: "There are two answers, answer one is you can check to
see that the work got done, answer two, when you tell me to do
something is there any doubt I will do it?"

She said: "Then why do I lock you up?"

I said: "To remind me that you can, you said I was stupid and I
think you're right. I need to be reminded how powerful you are
and how weak I am, I guess frequently."

Betty laughed: "You've come to the right place. Would you like
me to assign more work than you can do and threaten punishment
if you don't get it done by the time I return?"

I said: "Yes ma'am; that would be appropriate. And since we're
trying to get this house ready for sale there is plenty of work
to do. Cleaning the ovens and the stove could take lots of hard
labor and a long time. Ditto the windows, packing is difficult
because we need our dishes and silverware until the last day."

Betty said: "Are you sure you're not just trying to get out of
being locked up in the dark?"

I said: "Perhaps, ma'am but the work needs to get done."

Betty said: "I'll decide later."

I said: "Yes ma'am; I would like permission to use the lap top
to place ads for the stuff we want to get rid of on Craig's
list. The process will also require me to photograph the stuff.
I would like to get permission to do that too."

Betty said: "Okay you can take pictures of my stuff and put it
on Craig's list. I want to see every picture."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

We worked on getting most of the stuff to ship back home packed.
Rather I worked; Betty corrected me about what we were taking
back numerous times. I tried to remember it was her stuff and
she was the boss. Her micro-managing the packing was making me
irritable, any moment she could have called a halt and expressed
her anger. But it was lunch time before any incident.

It was the old standby, PJ sandwiches and tomato soup. I was not
expecting a Betty Fricassee with such a colorful soup. She liked
it and gave me leftovers on the plates, which I ate at her feet
glancing up at pretty thighs. It was nice being allowed to. It
was no less pleasurable not being forbidden. They should make a
movie of peeking up ladies' skirts.

We worked a little more and everything was packed except some
clothes, a few cosmetics and the kitchen dishes and food. We
started the massage. I was emboldened and asked: "May I use my
mouth and tongue to stimulate your body."

Betty said: "I'm giving permission only for this afternoon; you
may use your mouth and tongue as much as you want."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

I started with her face up, and did the toes. I rubbed each toe
and moved it a little and then sucked each one. And repeated up
her legs, rubbing, kissing, rubbing licking and then I got to
her pussy and felt the heat six inches away. I massaged around
the lips, and then kissed all around and on the lips and her
hands took my head and pressed it hard into her. When she
finished with me I did the same drill rub, kiss, lick until I
was working her boobies. She became hyper aroused. This time my
finger did the honors. By the time the massage was over, Betty
may have had six climaxes.

Bathing her was my reward for everything that has happened. She
is so beautiful. I washed her breasts and back and neck and
tummy and pussy and thighs and legs and toes. Then I did her
arms. Drying a hot lady is also a wonderful thrill. I left her
wrapped in towels and filed her finger and toenails. I put
polish on her fingers and toes, they were okay testifying to how
little stress her hands experienced, but it was a joy to
decorate her. I shortened her hair so it just touched her
shoulders and trimmed it to a millimeter all around. I cut away
the hair obscuring her face.

Then I got the dark eye-liner I bought along with matching
mascara, but I didn't get punished for that, YET; and applied
it. I pencilled in dark eyebrows and dark eye shadow and
thickened the hairs on her eyelid. The effect was to make her
look like Sarah who I think is beautiful. We used her very red
lipstick that matched her fingers. I let her look at herself.
She expressed happiness.

I had been through her closet and drawers and found the red
panties and bra and a matching dress and shoes and very sheer
pantyhose. I laid it all out and she let me put it on her.

Betty said: "I'm not the first woman you've dressed."

I said: "No ma'am, I'm married;" but it was her mom who taught
me. The dress showed off her figure and looked super. I let her
look and she was excited by what she saw. I selected a large
silver pin that looked like basket reeds wrapped into a ball. It
was big and round and silver. I pinned it on her and it looked
right. It was 6:30.

Betty said: "Is there any of the wine from yesterday."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied and got her a glass of the
Rhine wine. I handed it to her and curtsied and said: "Madam
looks incredibly beautiful."

Betty said: "Explain to me again why you think I should let you
work instead of confining you."

I said: "On the matter of control, I am definitely under your
control after you have locked me up. But if I have to perform
work which you have assigned and get it done under the risk of
punishment then I'm again under your control."

She said: "Show me the oven and the refrigerator."

We went into the kitchen. I opened the oven and she nodded, it
was gross. I opened the refrigerator, someone eons ago had
spilled a red drink, all the shelves were encrusted with filth.
I showed her the window, in the dark it was a mirror it was so

She said: "What if I bring someone home?"

I said: "I will lock the door from the inside, turn out the
light and fasten a handcuff on my hand. When you see the key on
the floor, you will know I'm confined."

She said: "Okay here is what you're gotten yourself into. I want
the oven and the refrigerator like new. If you wash any windows
you get extra brownie points with me. However if you fail to
either complete the oven or the refrigerator, or the key is not
on the floor or the handcuff is not on your hand, you will get
twenty very hard strokes of the strap. Is all that understood?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "My strap is very persuasive. You would not like it at

I said: "No ma'am."

I said: "If you wish I will go lock myself in and I'll turn out
the light."

She gave me a key. It was a dead bolt, operable with a key from
either side. I went into the room put the key in the lock,
locked it. Turned off the light and laid down on the bed, and
listened. I could hear cars on the highway and finally I heard
one slow down and then the crunch of pebbles as it came down the
drive, headlights filled the window. The car stopped and I heard
walking then the door bell. About forty seconds warning. I heard
talking then the car doors, car engine, headlights and they were
gone. I unlocked the door. Put the key in the lock on the inside
for fast getting back.

I sprayed the inside of the oven with oven cleaner; I opened the
windows because of the fumes. Then I emptied the refrigerator
into a packing box. I filled the sink with soapy water. I
removed all the shelves from the refrigerator and used a sponge
to scrub it out. I scrubbed each shelf and put it back. Put the
food back, sort of neat but quickly. Then I removed the sludge
from the oven with a scrubby that I kept rinsing. The lye stung
my hands but I couldn't find gloves. After the third oven
cleaner application and removal the oven looked almost
presentable, but not new. I scrubbed, and did a fourth

Meanwhile I started cleaning the floor that had become a mess
and gathered the paper towels I had used and put them into the
trash and took the trash out. After four applications of oven
cleaner the oven looked used but clean. I moved the food around
in the freezer and refrigerator. I heard a car. I turned the
lights out; closed the window; dashed to the discipline room;
locked the deadbolt, slid the key out and handcuffed myself to
the bed. It was 9:45 according to my luminous hand watch.

Well I had done what I had to do. Betty will decide if I get the
strap or not. Nothing I can do now. But the car did not continue
in. I locked myself in too early. Oh well! Around 11:00 another
car came in and continued and stopped outside. I heard the door
open and only Betty came in. Her heels clicked on the floor and
I could see her shadow in the slit under the door. She picked up
the key and unlocked the door and turned on the light.

She said: "You're such a good boy."

She clicked away and I could guess she went into the kitchen and
looked at the oven and refrigerator. She clicked back into the
discipline room.

She said: "You worked three miracles tonight. When did you lock
yourself in?"

I said: "I thought I heard a car at 9:45 Miss Betty."

She said: "That was us. I was going to come home, then I changed
my mind and we went to Denny's. Why are you all dressed?"

I said: "I was in such a rush I didn't have time to get
undressed, ma'am."

She had another key and unlocked the handcuff. She said, "Get
undressed now."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and got undressed; except for my penis

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom and said: "You have
permission to undress me."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty;" I was already unzipping her
dress, it fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. I picked
it up and lay across her dresser, I had her sit down and knelt
and took off her shoes and pantyhose. I took off her red panties
and I wanted to put it in my mouth but I just dropped it on the
carpet. I unclipped her red bra and dropped it by her panties. I
wanted her so bad, but my job was to serve, what else to do?

Then I gave her my hand and led her to the toilet. I patted her
dry. Then I got her robe and asked her to sit by her make up
table and I brushed her hair. I was going to count one hundred
strokes (I read this in a novel) but after about a dozen she
started crying. She managed to say don't stop. I brushed and she
gathered herself together. Finally I finished the hundred and
didn't know what to do next.

Betty said: "You can't fuck me because your dick is locked up;
too bad for you. But you have a tongue and hands, nice for me.
Let's get started."

I got on my knees but she pulled me up and said, your hands are
better, I removed her robe and we got into her bed and I touched
up her breasts and thighs working close to her pussy until one
of her hands firmly took mine and guided me in. I think we fell
asleep petting. She must have gone first because she would have
demanded I continue but I don't remember.

read part thirty-one here

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