For next week I have been given two tasks, both given to me by hubby with a Dominant voice I cannot describe. They are (1) to sort out the plastic bags, and (2) to take the paper to be recycled. Both jobs need doing, but are really crappy jobs I would never do without being told to. Hubby has also given me the task of making lists as part of my "101 Things in 1001 Days" chain link time management project. This is an added impetus I sorely need.
They are not erotic
tasks, they are ordinary household duties and yet being given them gives me a
sense of calm and peace and belonging I really cannot describe.
Of course, sometimes
tasks are erotic. Yesterday I was given one totally out of the blue. A dress
was thrown at me, I was told to wear it with tights and later I would have to
take off my tights, suck hubby’s cock and then straddle him on the sofa and
fuck him as he desired. The only thing is, when it came to the end of the day
and taking off my tights, I was so excited I forgot the order of the tasks.
Hubby forced me down and spanked me until I remembered. I was in that very odd
space where I didn’t know whether I wanted to carry on being spanked or whether
I should drag my memory banks and stop the punishment: the need to be submissive
won and I remembered the instructions. Hubby then used and abused me until we
both screamed. My heart sang for it and I am still feeling blissful today.
While writing this, hubby
called me with more tasks! I had to eat porridge, go pick up my medicines, buy
sausages (I really don’t understand that one...), read an article, and report
back to him. Amazing stuff! Must finish the tasks now!
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