After "The Weekend", my wife seemed to enjoy using her Mistress powers over me. She was more firm and demanding, she no longer allowed day to day relaxation of my house rules. I loved every minute of it, the way it pleased her to command me and humiliate me was a constant turn on. Mistress became very strict with my dress code, "I did not buy you bras and panties to sit in the drawer" she would explain. "You agreed to the house rules as a willing slave girl" she would point out holding the signed sheet. It read:

I will wear panties every day.
I will wear nighties every night to bed.
I will keep my toe nails polished.
I will wear bras and stockings or pantyhose on the weekends.
I will wear dresses or skirts and blouses when ever mistress desires.
I will wear make up with a smile.
I will always use my cum cup so as not to make a mess.
I will always obey my mistress without question.

One Saturday, Mistress decided that we should take a look at what pretty clothes I own and which ones I needed for a complete wardrobe. "Since we have some house rules and I expect you to follow them at all times, I must fulfill my duties as a good mistress and make sure you have what you need" she said. She had me empty out my panty drawer and count up all of my lingerie. "Just as I thought, you have many more panties than you have bras, Jennifer. We will have to get you some more matching sets" She decided that I needed one or two more nighties and several pairs of stockings or pantyhose. "We will get your lingerie under control before we start looking at you outer wear, I'm sure you could use another dress and some feminine work out clothes" she added.

As I was starting to put all of my lingerie back into the drawer mistress commented that I had too much pretty underwear for just one drawer. She opened the drawer that I keep my normal socks and underwear in. "This drawer is full as well...How are we going to make room for all of the pretty things you need for around the house, girl?" she asked. I just sat there on the floor and before I could say anything she answered for me. She held up a pair of my jockey shorts and said "You won't be needing these any more. Put them all in a bag and give them to me. I will store them for you someplace safe". I started to argue with her, saying that there would be times that I would need my normal underwear, like doctor visits and the like. "Well, when you really need a pair you can ask me for one and I'll decide if you'll get a pair" she said firmly. "Besides, you know the rules, if you are wearing panties every day like a good slave girl these will just get in the way. Now give me every pair you have. This way I don't need to keep checking on you" she continued. "This will free up my time to focus on your other training. You know you haven't been wearing your bras like you should be and you still resist using your cup and cleaning up after yourself. This is going to be fixed" She added with a laugh.

I finished collecting all of my non-feminine underwear in a plastic bag for her and handed it to her. She was so sexy, she had a devilish grin on her face and was just radiating beauty. "Its time to give mistress her massage" she said. I knew the routine well by now. I stripped down to my bra & panties, added a short nightie and prepared the guest bed for her massage. I laid out a towel, fluffed up the pillow for her head, and prepared another pillow for propping up her butt. I helped her out of her clothes, pulling off her sweater, unclasping her bra, pulling off her socks, and removing her sweat pants and panties. She told me to hand her the panties. She rubbed the moist fabric across my upper lip and nose. She held the panties gently against my face and said "Take a deep breath through your nose. Doesn't it smell wonderful?. I obeyed and the scent was intoxicating. "It smells so good, Mistress" I replied.

"I know how much you worship my pussy and long for its scent and taste. Now stick out your tongue and lick my panties" she commanded. I followed her orders and proceeded to lick the crotch of her panties. "You will do anything for me won't you?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Oh Yes, Mistress, I will do anything you ask" I said submissively. With that she laid on the bed, face down and I started her rub down. I slowly massaged lotion across her shoulders and arms before working my way down to her lower back and thighs. I worked over her thighs and calves and did a very thorough job on her feet. When I had finished her feet, she sighed and said "Do my ass pretty girl". I immediately started massaging her cheeks and lower back. She started to part her legs more push her ass up in the air. I placed the other pillow under her to keep her ass high in the air. I started kissing her cheeks as I massaged them, slowly working my mouth to her crack. I started to lick up and down her crack while still massaging her cheeks. She was moaning with pleasure and told me what a good ass licker I am. I started working on her sweet puckered hole. Slowly pushing harder and harder on it with my tongue with each pass up and down. Soon I was poised on her hole, licking and sucking at it. She continued to moan and compliment her slave girl's tongue talents. She quickly rolled over onto her back and pulled my face to her steamy wet pussy. She was so hot as I brought my lips to hers. I slowly started licking between her swollen lips, deeper and deeper, probing her musty wetness. After spending a minute or two I worked my way up to her clitoris. Slowly suckling at first and then working into a rapid tongue flicking. She was moaning quite a bit by now and I new that she was on the verge of orgasm. I gently spread her lips wide apart with my hands as I continued to work her clit over with my tongue. She came in no time, grabbing my head, forcing my face tight against her and squeezing me with her legs. I worked my tongue into her as deep as I could, while my nose was pushed up against her clitoris. She told me how wonderful it was as we cuddled. She made me repeat over and over how much I loved being her pretty girl, how much I loved eating pussy and ass, how I was going to be a very good girl and follow the house rules. She reached down and started stroking my love handle. I was in heaven, it felt so good. She told me to keep going as she placed my hand on my love handle. She then pulled the small ceramic cup from the night stand and positioned it to catch my soon to erupt cum. "Do you want to cum, Jennifer?" she asked giggling.

"Oh Yes, Mistress, please let me" I replied.

"You need to be more proficient with your cute little cup, slave girl" she said softly.

"Yes, Mistress, I will be" I told her.

"Let's work on catching for now. I want you to make sure that every drop of your love finds its way to your cute little cup" She directed, smiling. "If you have been a very good girl, Jennifer, I may allow you not to swallow."

That was all I needed, my hips began moving with the strokes and I quickly exploded. It took several moments for my breathing to return to normal. Mistress ran her fingers through my hair and told me how obedient and pretty I was.

The next morning, Mistress was ready for me as I emerged form the shower. After I dried off she helped me into a matching black satin & lace bra and panty set. She directed me to shave closely and apply a full set of make up.

"I want to see you all made up in your black satin dress and heels cooking waffles by nine" she said with a smile, grasping my head and pulling me close for a big wet kiss after her command. I quickly shaved and applied foundation, blush, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, and lipstick. I slipped into black stockings and garter belt, my satin dress and 3 inch heels. As I came down stairs to start breakfast, Mistress snapped another picture. She giggled and told me how pretty I was.

After breakfast, She ordered me onto the couch to cuddle with her and watch a cartoon, Reboot, that we had taped the day before. As we were watching she slowly moved her hands under my dress and across my satin panties. During the commercials she would start stroking my love handle. Normally I would fast forward through the commercials, but now I was ready to hit the half speed button. When the show returned she would stop stroking, but keep her hand gently squeezing me, keeping me hard. Each commercial she would bring me close to orgasm, just to stop as the show returned. She smiled at me and said "Does my slave girl need more than a commercial break to cum for her Mistress?"

"Please let me cum, Mistress" I begged.

"Where is your cup, Jennifer?" She asked teasingly. "You know what you should do, don't you"

"Yes, Mistress" I replied as I got up to retrieve my cup.

"That's good, you got your little 'espresso love' cup." she said sweetly and reached under my dress, pulled my panties aside and started stroking me firmly. It was not long before I spurt my love into my cup. "That was excellent, Jennifer!" Mistress complemented me with a big grin. "You are picking up your training well. Let's make sure you always catch yourself. Soon you will learn all of the things that pretty girls love to do"