On the way to the university blue balled me had a damn hard time to stop staring at everything that was female and hiding the bulge between my damn leg. You could say, I was really, really horny. In my head, I was constantly fucking someone. Or relieving myself. But my mistress said no. And I obey.

At university, the same. I think at a few instances saliva was dropping out of my open mouth. Friends of mine asked me if everything is okay, I just told them, that I hadn’t slept much in the night before. Which wasn’t untrue at all. I spared them the kinky details.

During the day, somehow, it got less intense. Even my dick began to relax and stayed limb. I was relieved for that to happen. And on my way back home, after some drinks with some fellow students I went back home. Somehow relaxed because of the drinks, somehow looking forward to a relaxing day at home. Probably watching some TV. I was wrong, terrible wrong, watching TV was something I didn’t do that night. I wasn’t allowed too.

When I entered the flat, she was already waiting for me to show up. And needles to say, my roommate, sorry, mistress, wasn’t looking pleased at all. I barely had time to get out of my shoes, before she addressed me: “There are going to be some rules in this place from now on. Do you understand?”

I gave short answer, not really sure what was going on: “Yes?”

“It is yes, mistress, from now on. Understand?”

I was thinking why not, and to admit it, it was somehow a turn on for me: “Yes mistress.”

“Undress, no need for you to wear clothes at home.”

“Yes, mistress,” and I began to undress myself. And you guessed it, my boner was back.

“Already hard again. You really are a pervert, aren’t you?”

“Yes mistress.”

“And the windows, haven’t I told you something? Do the look clean for you?”

“No, mistress.”

“So clean them. Now.”

I did as ordered. And yes, I was ashamed that the neighbors will see me naked. Probably with a hard one, but in the moment I was grabbing my clothes, I got some clear signals: Wearing some clothes while cleaning was no option at all.

Luckily it was cold outside, and the fresh air solved the erect problem between my legs. So I was just some naked guy cleaning some windows. It took me about an hour to do so. When done, I stored away the cleaning stuff and reported to my mistress.

She was pleased. But not fully. So she ordered me to get a cutting board from the kitchen. The one with the handle and bring it to her. I complied. I handed it over to her. She ordered me to get down on all four. And to raise my ass. And to count the hits.

“One.”

“I miss something. Thank your mistress for every hit.”

“Two. Thank you mistress.”

“We can go to twenty, can we?”

“Yes mistress.”

And twenty hits I got. I deserved it for not obeying an order she gave me. And yes it made me hard. And yes, it somehow gave me piece of mind.

After we were done, I put away the cutting board and headed of to prepare some dinner. She ordered me to make some for her too and I complied. And yes, she was sitting at the table, I was eating on the floor. And we had a conversation about our days. Just an ordinary one. In the end: “Clean away the dishes, than you are free do what you want for two hours, than come and see me.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“And leave all the doors open. Don’t play with yourself. Be a good boy.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I went in my room, learning, doing some homework and wondering how focused I was. Normally I tended to drift of pretty fast, but not on this day. I got more work done than usual. When the two hours where over, I reported to my mistress.

She was in her room, totally naked, sitting on her bed, waiting for me. I just had to stare at her big, soft and beautiful tits. And yes I popped hard wood. She, once more, took notice, but said nothing. She signaled me to lay down on her bed, took out the bondage gear and strapped me down. Again, she cuddled herself to my body. But this time, she whispered something in my ear: “Good night to you. Sleep well. And good that you like seeing my tits. You are a good boy.”

After that she gave me a kiss on my cheek, I said: “Good night my dear mistress.”

And the struggle to fall asleep began again. But this time, with a strange smile on my face. And I relaxed faster than the day before. And sleep was better too.