She was looking forward to spending the weekend with her best friend. It had been a long time since they stayed up all night and whispered confidences in each others ears; it had probably been years. Marriages and child birth had brought some distance between the childhood friends, but “nothing that a good bottle of single malt wouldn’t fix”, she thought to herself as she fiddled with the furniture trying to get things in order for her friends visit. With well practiced precision, the memory of his order woke up at her actions, and a loud groan escaped her lips.
She had been allotted exactly 30 mins everyday for straightening the house, no less and no more for the period of her bff’s visit . It was two days, but those 48 hours would be very difficult for her. Oh, the pleasure her conundrum brought him! He had known the boundless joy and anticipation she had felt for her friend’s visit. This timely “gift” was meant to set her mind and body free from unnecessary stress. It was obviously also meant to torture her, because after all, he was a sadist and her dominant. Who else would help his sub with her “cleaning ocd” if he did not? He was taking charge and in ways that she could not even fathom yet. He smirked as he planned out her task for this evening.