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THE TALE OF PRETTY ASS
BY PAUL ALEXANDER
CHAPTER NINE
Her rig for scrubbing the floor includes a hospital type bedpan mounted by magnets to a wooden board with casters, and a penis gag with a screw fitting on the end, such that she can screw on a brush, mop, sponge, broom or rag, as the situation requires. She puts in the gag, securing the straps with a padlock at the back of her neck, reaches under the sink for her cleaning gear, screws the brush to the end of the gag, takes the bedpan to the middle of the floor, then sets up the tub for her bath. The tub is kept in the bottom drawer of her wardrobe cabinet; she carries it over to the middle of the room and sets it next to the bedpan. Going over to the sink, she fills the one gallon steel bucket with tepid water and one squeeze of mild dish detergent, carries the bucket carefully to empty it into her galvanised steel washtub, and returns to the sink to repeat the process two more times, being particularly careful not to spill any of the soapy water as she would have to lick it up after her bath. She pours some soapy water into the bedpan, kneels to push the bedpan over to her cage, dips the scrubbrush into the water and begins the task of scrubbing the remainder of the cage floor clean of her copious juices. Her ass is on fire, her breasts swaying just above the floor, her nipples making contact frequently, sending a shiver of passion through her and her oil has now dried, requiring vigorous upper body movement to scrub the cage floor clean. Ten minutes of strenuous labour and this task is done but the bedpan is not. She squats over it to deal with her bladder and bowels, then kneels to push it over to the toilet. It was only salad last night, how come it smells so rank this morning, yuck! She dumps the contents into the toilet, the bedpan coming clean thanks to the soapy water so she won't have to scrub it out, bends to push the bedpan back to the centre of the room so she can take her bath. The formerly tepid water is now quite cool but she is used to bathing in cool water. Now, to work out a method of getting into the tub, restricted as she is by the eight inches of chain between her ankles. Ah ha, the sawhorse in the greenhouse! She scurries out to the greenhouse, steps through her chain, picks up the lightweight horse and manoeuvres it into the room and over to her tub. Resting her upper thighs against the top, gripping it firmly with her hands, she lifts her legs up behind her and extends them over the tub. A bit of teetering but she is able to lower her feet to the bottom of her tub. Now, to stand up. Her weight resting on her toes, she bench-presses her body away from the sawhorse until she reaches vertical. TaDa. Squatting in the tub, she steps through her chain, picks up her sponge and begins scrubbing the dried cum off her thighs, groin and ass. That done, she runs the loofah over her back and does her breasts and belly with the rough cotton cloth. Arms and legs next and she is done. Taking the towel she has laid out for herself, she stands in the tub to begin drying. Her towels are small, old and worn so it takes some effort before she is only damp but, at least, this time there are no telltale drops of water on the floor, yet! It would be so much easier if Master would permit her to toss the towel on the floor so she could dry her feet, but no, that would be making life easy for His slavegirl. She reaches for the sawhorse, leans forward to rest her upper thighs on the crosspiece and lifts her legs up behind her so she can dry her shins and feet. So far, so good, although she almost lost her balance several times. Now, to empty the water from the tub. Reach for the bucket, scoop it full, wipe off the side with the towel, carry over to the sink and dump out. Repeat as often as necessary until she can carry the entire tub over to the sink. Dry it out with the towel and return it to the storage drawer. Towel into the slave laundry basket, cleaning supplies back under the sink, go to Master to have her gag removed.
"Nice work, Prettyass, except for one minor problem."
"Yes, Master, slavegirl forgot to mop up the water from the floor of her cage, she is such a klutz!"
"You didn't really think I wouldn't notice?"
"Your slavegirl has a rich fantasy life."
"Well, it just cost you five of the best."
"Yes, Master. They want slavegirl to help with the lunchtime rush at the club today and tomorrow, she will have to leave Master's house by eleven, is that OK?"
"Yes, Tony already cleared it with me, 11:00 is fine, you'll still be getting off at 5:00."
"Yes, Master; Would Master wish His slavegirl to pick-up anything special on the way home?"
"Well, no sailors, for one thing....See if the liquour store has any of that cognac I like."
"Yes, Master.... and for the rest of the morning?"
"Laundry and dusting, run the vacuum, come out to the shop when you're ready to go, I'll unlock you."
"Does Master wish prettyass to prepare anything special for His lunch?"
"No, I expect I'll make a sandwich when I get hungry. Leave the coffee-pot ready to go."
"Yes, Master; there is still one cup left in the pot, will Master have it now?"
"Put it in a travel mug, I'll take it out to the shop."
"Yes, Master."
She delicately bends to pick the gag off the floor with her lips, rises to her feet, crosses to the kitchen, places the gag under the sink with the rest of her cleaning gear, goes to the coffee pot, refreshes her lipstick, takes down a travel mug, kisses the lid, pours the coffee, turns off the pot and returns to perform the coffee ritual again.
Master has gone off to work, no kiss this morning; perhaps He has been spoiling slavegirl. Oh, well, hopefully tonight. Time to "dress" for the morning chores. She steps through her chain, crosses to her wardrobe cabinet, steps through again and takes down her work tunic. Master permits her to spend her mornings barefoot. Her tunic is rough cotton fabric, the skirt panels clip to the ring at each side of her waist chain, front panel first, then remove the chain running through her nipples to her armlets, might as well leave the armlets till tonight, then the narrow ribbons stretching from the front sides, above the points of her pelvis to just above her nipples. From that point, a thin steel chain runs over each shoulder, under her arm to clip together between her breasts. This keeps the fabric snugly pressed against her nipples while leaving her back completely bare. After she clips the rear panel of the skirt to the waist rings, her back is still pretty much bare as the skirt dips to uncover the upper third of her ass, and at its lowest point, only reaches six inches down her thighs. Her front side isn't much better off as the ribbons are no wider than the aeroles of her nipples and the skirt leaves her five-inch belly bangle fully exposed. Still, now that she is wearing clothing, she is permitted to run her slave chain up through the bangle and thus, take some of the weight off her clit. If only Master had taken longer in the shower this morning, she might have finished licking up all of her oil and, thereby, saved herself the five strokes from this morning, the torture of using the scrubbrush while her slavechain hangs free and the five strokes she has already earned for tomorrow. At least the welts from the crop are starting to fade; still, she will try to be a very good slavegirl today, just to be on the safe side. His laundry, first; separate out His denim workclothes, they're for a prewash soak, then have a look at His performance shirts. Something sticky on this blue silk, have to give that a bit of a prewash scrub in her laundry sink, oh no, is that a coffee stain, eew, the people at these gigs are just so careless, imagine, spilling coffee on her Master, good thing she wasn't there or she'd have done someone an injury. Oh, well, a good scrub and then a wash in cold water, the delicate cycle, it'll be right. While she's running His first load, she can also run the vacuum, change Master's sheets, blankets and pillowcases, silk sheets pickup so much dirt, good thing there are still three sets in the cupboard, she can do a load of sheets tomorrow or Saturday. That load out to the line for drying, Master prefers His good clothes to airdry, now the workclothes into the machine, the heavyduty cycle this time, a capful of fabric softener into the mix, off to dust and straighten up. Newspaper to the recycling bin, give the floor of her cage a quick buff, might help, can't hurt Hmm, streaks on the kitchen windows, better give them a wash and hope Master hasn't noticed (who is slavegirl kidding, Master notices everything), ping from the washer, this load goes into the dryer for half an hour, then she'll hang them outside, as well. Meanwhile, she can begin her laundry; thongs stiff from her dried juices need to be soaked and scrubbed in the sink, slave tunics and work dresses can go into the machine, the cold cycle but no fabric softener for her, at least her work dresses can go out on the line, her tunics and thongs will hang on the short line in the greenhouse, Master says the personal details of His life are no one else's business. Glance at the clock; just time to hang up her laundry and change for work. Her workdress today consists of a closefitting grey wool; the top has sleeves to just above the elbow. Zippers run up the inside of the sleeves and down the sides of her body to end at the hem of the skirt, several inches below her knees. The skirt is as tight fitting as the top and acts as a very efficient hobble, no running for her tonight. The lower back, from waist to just under the strap of her halter has been cut away, as Master believes a slavegirl should always have some flesh on display. If she is careful, she won't be showing her waist chain or the rear chain of her thong, but, certainly, someone will make her bend over, she should be used to the exposure by now, but it still turns her red with embarrassment whenever someone sees the chain running between her ass cheeks. Oh, well, first remove the bell at the bottom of her ass, hook today’s thong, red satin, to the rear chain, reach around front to pull the slavechain out of the bangle and let it drop, with predictable effects. She drops to her knees to recover, then threads her slavechain through the slit in her thong, draws the thong tight up her belly, unhooks the right side chain from her bangle and fastens the right corner of her thong, same again on her left then pulls up the slavechain and feeds it through her bangle. Damn, her thong is already wet and will only get more so as the day goes on. At least the tips will be good today, they always are with this outfit, her erect nipples poking against the thin fabric, her breasts jiggling slightly with each step, her ass well shown off, no wonder the other girls hate her, she usually earns more as a waitress than most of them do from tabledancing. Settle her breasts into the half cups of the halter, draw the cords around her back, under the opposite arm, under and up between her breasts, then across the tops, underneath her arms, back up over her shoulders and tie off at the outside of each breast. Hopefully, this will keep her treasures from bouncing too much. Now, the dress. Push her head through the turtleneck collar, slide the left side of the dress underneath the chain running from her wrists to ankles, do up the zip on her right side, then pull the front and back tightly together to do up the zip on her left. Oh, lovely, the outline of bangle, chain and key is quite apparent at her belly, the skirt outlines her ass and thighs to perfection, if there was an extra gram of fat anywhere on her body, it would show, her nipples are standing out like soldiers at attention, time to tuck her feet into the ankle boots and then present herself to have her nose padlock opened and her shackles removed. Sliding quickly through the greenhouse, she opens the first door to her Master's shop and waits in the glass enclosed airlock for Master to notice His slavegirl. He is in the middle of a rip cut on the tablesaw so just gives a nod. She stands at attention, feet spread to the limit of her chain, shoulders back, and fingers straight beside her ass, head up, eyes down for two minutes until He opens the other door. He is covered in dust from the plank He has been working on, so, rather than taking her in His arms, as is His usual practise, He contents Himself with a light brush of His lips on her cheek and then reaches for His keyring. Squatting to release first her left ankle, then her right, He stands to do her left wrist, followed by her nose.
"Turn about, Pretty Ass."
He releases the lock on her right wrist, gives her a lovely slap on the ass and says, "Have a good day, slavegirl, see you tonight"
"Yes, Master, thank you Master."
She returns to the house so she can crawl back through the gate, leave her shackles ready for the evening and refasten her nose padlock at the nape of her neck. Just time to fish out her lipstick from between her breasts, a fast coat for her lips, put the tube back under her dress and she's out the door, off to work.
End chapter nine
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