May 18 2009: Monday at Fran's

Katrina and Fran reached an agreement several days ago that stipulated Fran to have control of me for several days and assist her in several ways. On Monday morning Katrina suggested I call Fran speak with her directly before I go down.

Fran told me to assemble several items of clothing ranging from old cut offs and cropped tops for grunt work to lingerie hose and heels, even a nice dress. She wanted everything there as her moods changed. Of course my toy bag was included.

I got there around 10:15. As usual she was immaculately dressed. One would have thought she was on her way out. I entered, and knelt in front of her then she allowed me to kiss her feet. She lectured me on my servitude this week and commented on how this had been discussed between her and Katrina for a few weeks.

I set my things in the downstairs bedroom then we went upstairs. I’d never been in her upstairs before. Its nice, her bedroom and bath plus two small bedrooms and a hall bath. She wanted her bedroom closet painted. That would require removing all items, the painting itself and returning things orderly tomorrow. I’d also polish her silver for a luncheon later in the week. I told her I was there to assist her and serve in anyway.

Mentally I readjusted my thinking, temporarily setting aside the intensity of last week with Mavis.

Even though I brought the variety of clothing as requested, she gave me an old smock to wear while painting. Under that, I was nude. I removed things from her closet, carefully arranging them on the bed in the adjoining upstairs bedroom and began washing walls, then painting. She checked on my progress frequently but made no mention of sex. By mid afternoon I finished the painting and went downstairs where she was working on her computer in the kitchen. She came upstairs, inspected my painting and was satisfied. She allowed me a break and a late lunch.

I then went to her dining room where she laid out her silver and listened to her explicit instructions. She told me this was a task I could do naked so I stripped. I stood at her buffet table and polished an eight place setting of silver plus several serving pieces. She sat in the living room reading a book. From her position, she had a clear view of my ass.

I truly felt like domestic help serving the lady of the house. I gazed out her dining room window into her side yard wondering in anyone was able to see me. I figured it wasn’t like Fran to compromise her own position in the neighborhood.

When I finished the sliver, Fran told me to there were three boxes that needed to be brought up from the basement and put in the trunk of her car. I did a double take. I didn’t know she had a basement, but there is a door off the mud room next to the back door that leads to a basement. I found the boxes easily enough but took a moment to assess her basement. Like everything else in her house it’s pristine. I brought the boxes up, put on a coat and carried them to her car parked in the garage.

I came back in and stood naked, asking what I could do next. She had me follow her into the small bedroom off the downstairs hall, the same on she and her friends at the bridge party used me last month. She had me remove her clothes then kneel. She slapped my face repeatedly, called me her bitch then pulled my face into her sex. I wrapped my arms around her hips and kissed it. We moved to the bed, her on her back and me between her legs. I sucked on her nipples then back down to her pussy, pressed my fingers against her rose and kept on until she had an orgasm. I cleaned her until she was content. She told me I would not be allowed to cumm today, that I was permitted to dress and leave for the day. Tomorrow she wants me there about the same time.

On the way home today I listened to a missed call on my cell from Lachandra letting me know my slut clothes were ready. I called her back and said it’d be this Friday or next week before I could get them.

This wasn’t quite the mental event which characterized my days with Mavis last week. However Fran enjoyed having me at her beck and call and if that pleases her then I know its time well spent. I hope you all think so, too.