Service promotion

My mistress is beautiful.  She wears clothing that excites me but not for me.  She send me pictures of her beauty and of her exploits with her stable of lovers – big, hulking men that touch her as they please.  I have to beg and serve for a few seconds kissing and rubbing her feet.  I am her servant to brings her alcohol, food, and other things she wants.  Only once did I get touch myself while in her presence after a particularly good service.  As I was driving her to the bar to meet her friends, we got to talking.  She knew and admitted that her place was not well kept; she was too busy.  Laundry was strewn about, dishes piled up, use take out containers dotted her place, sometime used condoms and just general disarray from parties. She wanted me to come by on Sun afternoons and clean her place.  But not only that, she often had friends over to recover from Sat night, so they might need food or drinks or amusement.  I was to show up in my drone outfit (khaki pants, white button down shirt) and clean as was obvious or as directed.  I was thrilled at the idea of her trusting me with this service.

The first time it was just her, so she could generally see what I was doing.  I did her linens and towels, made her bed, cleaned up some clutter, washed her dished, and vacuumed.  When done she gave me my treat.  She had me pull down my pants, get on my knees, spread them wide ans she kicked my balls several times.  When I bent over in pain and exhilaration, she put her foot in in front of my prostrate head and demand I kiss and thank them for allowing me to clean her place and to be kicked.  I early thanked and kissed them. As I headed out, in was walking a studly looking guy with a bottle of wine.  She later sent me a photo of naked man (no face) hard as a rock on the bed I had made just an hour before with the note, “his treat is a blowjob.”