Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

(continued from a day with my puppy (part 1))

Having puppy dressed as a maid didn't actually provide me with much in the way of useful help; puppy needed training.

Puppy is an upper middle-class guy. He grew up in a family with a live-in housekeeper/cook. His wife has a woman who comes in three times a week.

He had some vague idea of serving tea, but I don't actually drink tea and certainly don't throw tea parties. Talia and I live on a farm, we raise chickens and vegetables, we preserve our garden harvest, we cook from scratch. And we don't have a dishwasher in our over-sized kitchen. We own no doilies at all.

Puppy didn't even know how to do dishes without a dishwasher.

I started him off with lessons as simple as this:

1. scrub out both sinks and basin with Comet and rinse thoroughly
2. squirt Ivory dish washing detergent into the basin
3. fill basin with hot water, fill with dirty dishes and let soak a pile of dishes for a few minutes
4. wipe each item clean and place in second sink, refill basin with more dishes
5. rinse each item in second sink under hot water, place in dish drainer
6. repeat steps 4 and 5 until all dishes are done
7. dump basin, rinse out both sinks, rinse out dishrag and hang over faucet

I admit I was pretty frustrated at this point; I've never seen anyone so useless domestically as my puppy.

I gave him a stern lecture on how his sorry ass was completely unqualified to do the simplest womanly tasks. I picked up a small plastic cutting board with a handle, sat down on a kitchen chair, and instructed him to go over my knee now. I lifted his skirt, pulled down his panties and wailed on his arse until it was bright red and my frustration had ceased a bit.

After the spanking, I introduced him to the broom, mop, bucket, ammonia, dishrags and scrunchy and I gave him his kitchen chore list:

• clean refrigerator inside & out
• clean microwave
• clean toaster oven
• clean stove hood and grease trap
• sweep & mop kitchen floor

After giving him his instructions, I went upstairs to my office and got some work done for a couple hours. When I went down to check on him, he hadn't begun on the kitchen floor yet, but I interrupted him and had him make us sandwiches. After lunch, I introduced him to the vacuum, feather duster and window cleaner and gave him further instructions about the living room:

• dust coffee table, end tables, piano and roll top desk
• clean TV, VCR, DVD player, music computer and stereo components
• vacuum

I returned to my work for another couple hours, then went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner. I had hoped puppy would be cooking for us, but it was obvious he wasn't going to be useful for much beyond prep work. As it was, I had to show him how to use a garlic press, how to peel and mince ginger, how to use a shredder to process a head of cabbage. After he prepared the ingredients, I had him set the table with two place settings and a couple candlesticks. Then I had him sit at my feet as I watched a DVD until Talia got home.

I don't think he was expecting her at all, and was likely confused about her appearance given that the table was set for two. I told him to remain where he was, sitting on the kitchen floor, and to remain quiet until I told him otherwise and I got up and greeted her with a kiss.

After her welcome, I began cooking dinner. This isn't a particularly elaborate meal: I fried hamburger with the garlic and ginger in a wok until done, toss a head of shredded cabbage to coat it with the beef grease then stir-fry it until it's slightly browned, and finally finish with soy sauce. It only takes about 10 minutes.

For the most part, puppy was ignored while Talia and I ate dinner and chatted about our days. But there was that one moment when she amused herself by picking up one of the candlesticks and pouring some wax on him. He yelped and I kicked him under the table, reminding him that he was to remain still and quiet until told otherwise.

We had shopped for the clothes he was wearing in advance, so he knew about that before he arrived. But I'd bought a few toys he didn't know about, and as Talia cleared off the table and began the dishes, I got them out.

I ordered him on to his hands and knees, then placed a glittery dog collar around his neck, and snapped a leash on to it. Lifting his skirt and lowering his panties slightly, I placed the condom-covered handle of a small whip in his ass. This was the first time he became my puppy.

"You've been here all damned day and barely got the downstairs cleaned; even a prepubescent girl could've done the whole house in this amount of time. You're no good at being a woman, so you can be a puppy instead. Is my puppy hungry? Poor puppy worked all day, does he wants some dinner?"

He nodded. I smiled and asked, "Talia, do we have any leftovers?"

"Certainly," she replied as she turned and placed a double dog dish on the floor, one side filled with stir-fry, and the other with plain water.

I used the leash to lead him across the kitchen to the bowl. "Puppies do not use their paws to eat," I warned.

He blushed furiously as he leaned down to take bites of the food and lap the water, with that ridiculous "tail" sticking out of his ass. Talia and I laughed and mocked him mercilessly.

SCENE INDEX
a day with my puppy (part 1)
a day with my puppy (part 2)
a day with my puppy (part 3)
a day with my puppy (part 4)
a day with my puppy (part 5)
a day with my puppy (part 6)