Sept 24, 2009: At Fran's Apartment

This morning Katrina called and ordered me to Fran’s. Moreover, she told me to wear old clothes since there would be a lot of work for me. When I got there around 10:15, Fran told me she understood I’d fucked up again but made no other comment. She slapped me and took me to the garage apartment. Once inside the apartment, she told me the color of the bathroom didn’t suit her and she wanted me to repaint it a deeper shade of green. Additionally she wanted the closet repainted, including the closet ceiling. She had all the painting supplies ready, showed me what she wanted, then told me to strip completely and get busy. When I undressed, she took my clothes back to the house with her.

Naked, and muttering to myself, I started my task, first taping things off then painting the bath a moss green. I moved to the closet and painted that a shade of off white; doing the ceiling was a bitch. I won’t bore the blog with the details but I finished around 1:00. I wiped the paint off me and used my cell to call and let her know I was finished. She came out and inspected my work. Although it looked perfectly fine to me she insisted the bathroom needed a second coat of paint. She knew of my cumm restrictions and told me doing work would keep my mind off my sexual frustration and provide time to focus on my misdeeds as she called them, apparently referring to my rant.

She told me to get busy with the second coat but before I did, there was one other task I had to perform. She leaned against the bathroom sink and had me remove her slacks and panties and suck her pussy. As I did, she kept chiding me that my own restrictions on cumming should have nothing to do with her own personal needs and right now she needed a cumm. I brought her off with my fingers and mouth. She pushed my shoulders, forcing me to a sitting position on the floor and casually pissed on me. She laughed and said this is why she had the whole apartment floor covered in tile. She dressed, told me to clean the floor and start painting.

She left. I was dismayed. Fran was as non-conversational as I’ve ever see her. Around 3:30 I finished painting for the second time and called her on my cell. She told me to wait. Without my clothes I had little choice so I smoked a cigarette and drank water. At 4:15 she came up the outside stairs again. We talked for a moment and she tossed my clothes at me. she said she had never seen me in such a crappy mood and I’d better get over it. She had tried to reach Melissa but wasn’t getting an answer. She reminded me that Melissa had helped her by keeping an eye out for the iron bed headboard and footboard. Her suggestion was that I try to reach her in the near future and make arrangements to meet her at the apartment, even if all I could work out was a quickie lunch break. I told her I would.

I showered and left around 5:00.