Owning susan chapter II
John sat there with bated breath, completely failing to register anything on the TV. He strained to listen to what Susan was doing and heard nothing except silence. The suspense was killing him but he remained where he was, trying to reach her with his mind, to will her to start cleaning. Finally after what seemed like hours but was in reality only a few minutes, he heard her starting to put the shopping away. He almost came in his pants!
Johns mind raced with possibilities, but he relaxed and started to try and watch the TV. He kept listening to Susan as well, but gave no indication that he wasn't totally absorbed in the TV, and when he judged that she had put the shopping away and started cleaning he decided to move on a bit and push. He waited until he heard her filling a bucket and called her sharply,
'Susan!'
'Just a minute!' she called back
'Susan!' he called louder and more sharply than before in a voice that demanded the correct response.
John heard the tap turn off and she came straight into the living room. His cock was pulsating in his pants, but he restrained himself, even though she looked such a pretty picture.
'Is something the matter?' Susan asked him, with concern in her voice. Then she bit her tongue, mad with herself. 'That sounded ridiculous' she thought, 'I'm not his bloody maid.'
'No, theres nothing the matter really' he said smiling 'I just wanted to know if you've found everything OK and you know your way round my kitchen now?'
'Yes, thank you' she replied. 'bloody hell!' she thought 'I've just thanked him for me learning my way around his kitchen!'
'I hope you don't mind me asking you a question but I've told you lots about me' she finally found her voice 'and I don't even know your name. What should I call you?'
John looked at her with amusement 'Well lets see now. You carried my shopping home for me very nicely and now you're cleaning my kitchen for me, so as my servant, I think you should call me "Sir", OK Susan?'
Susan just stared at him, the first time she had really raised her eyes, with her mouth open, like a goldfish out of water.
'Well? Do you understand?' John raised his voice sharply
Susan nodded faintly
John sighed theatrically 'Pardon?'
'Yes I understand' she whispered
'are you sure? "Yes I understand WHAT?"' he practically shouted the last word.
Susan practically jumped out of her skin when he said the last word. 'Yes I understand Sir' she whispered again, a tear sliding down her cheek.
John mentally hugged himself in delight. This was going better than he ever imagined! He turned to Susan again ' Good girl Susan. Now go and get me a coffee, white no sugar'.
Susan couldn't find her voice and just nodded and ran back to the kitchen. She struggled to come to terms with what had just occured. She wandered whether he was holding her prisoner, but when she looked back at him, he was watching the TV and didn't seem to even acknowledge her presence in his house, so clearly he just expected her to obey. He still showed no interest in physically preventing her from leaving. She realised she was really turned on and had an almost overwhelming urge to play with herself, then in a moment of clarity she knew she had to get 'Sir?' his coffee. She almost panicked when she noticed she was already coming to think of him as 'Sir'.
Susan took his coffee through to him. There was nowhere by his armchair to place the cup, so Susan went to ask him where he wanted her to put it.
'Where...' she started
John just waved his hand to shut her up. He didn't look at her because he appeared to be absorbed with something on the TV. Susan just stood there feeling very silly, and embarrassed, but she kept quiet nevertheless. Finally, without looking up, he pointed at a small table across the room.
'Fetch that small table and put it next to my chair. Put my coffee on there and get back to your cleaning Susan.'
Susan walked back into the kitchen, confused and wondering why she felt so happy to have served him his drink. Then she realised that it was her pussy that was leading her. She glanced back at john, but he seems absorbed in the TV again, then she surreptitiously sliped her hand up her skirt and caressed her pussy through her panties. She was amazed at how wet they were and she pulled her hand back out and held it up. She could see her juices glistening on her fingers and all she had done was touch her panties! She looked at the time. She had an overwhelming urge to play with herself, but knew she had to get on with dinner now or it would be late.
Susan looked around to see what types of food 'Sir' liked, and this time it never crossed her mind that she was thinking of him as 'Sir'. She decided to do a spaghetti bolognese and started preparing it. All the time whenever her hand had a spare few seconds, it would wonder back up her skirt and caress her pussy over her panties. this didn't help her concentration at all, but she couldn't seem to find to willpower to resist. She was just grateful that 'Sir was watching the TV and not her.
In reality, John had glanced around a couple of times and observed her hand up her skirt, and he guessed what she was doing. His erection got harder still if that was possible, but he did nothing to indicate that he had seen her. He did decide however that he would have to go to the bathroom. He was that horny that he felt his good judgement might desert him so he had a quick wank which exploded out, and left him feeling a bit calmer and able to think. Then he went back to watching the TV. He noticed that susan had set the dining room table for two while he had been gone, which gave him an idea, given that he knew how turned on she was. Actually he was getting a constant stream of ideas, and his task was to filter the good ones out and ignore the rest!
'Susan, come here' called John
Susan stopped what she was doing and came through as quickly as she could and stood in front of John. 'Yes Sir, is something the matter?' she asked timidly.
'Yes, there is', replied John curtly. 'You have set my dining table for two. That is not acceptable. Change it to one. I expect you to serve me while I am eating, not ignore me while you take care of yourself. You will be allowed to eat the leftovers when I decide you can.
Susan was shocked. She thought she was getting used to 'Sir', but then he surprised her again. But then her pussy took control of her again, and she realised that this was just a continuation of him treating her as a menial servant, and it all seemed right again. The thought got her pussy more and more excited.
'I'm sorry Sir, I didn't think. I'll change it right away for you' she said slightly breathlessly. She did as she said and went back to her cooking which was only a few minutes from done now. her hand wondered back up her skirt when it had a chance and she couldn't believe that her panties felt like they just been run under the tap. she could even feel a couple of drips of her pussy juice drying on the tops of her thighs, that her panties could no longer absorb.
John felt a lot calmer after his timely release, and quietly observed Susan who seemed more breathless and excited than ever, while planning ahead as much as he could how the evening would go, although he could change tack as the situation demanded.
'Dinner will be served in five minutes Sir' Susan called through. John looked at his watch and smiled to himself - It was 5.57pm already. Susan brought a warm plate though for Sir and poured him a glass of wine. then she got the spaghetti in the bowl and bought it through. John was already sitting at the table looking impatient.
'It is now two minutes past Susan. I told you I like dinner at six. I expected better of you Susan, this is very disappointing. Now get some on my plate so I can eat. Then you will stand to the side of the table facing it, with your hands behind your back, looking at the floor 12" in front of your toes, until I need service from you. Do you understand Susan?'
Susan felt devastated for upsetting Sir. She hadn't realised how exact he had meant when he said 'dinner at 6'. She did not understand her own feelings properly at all, but she felt terribly guilty, and wished she knew how to make amends. 'Yes thank you Sir, I understand' she replied, almost tearfully. She served Sir, then she stood in position while Sir started his meal.
John felt incredibly happy with her response, and his erection was back with a vengenge although he ignored it. He was surprised at how genuinely upset she sounded when he rebuked her but knew that it bode well for the future. he looked at her, stood there staring down and felt there was a little room for improvement in her positioning. 'Stand with your feet 2 feet apart Susan' he drawled at her through a mouthful of spaghetti.
She moved position whispering 'Yes Sir' to him, but without looking up which pleased him greatly.. He looked at her again and was much happier with the position.
'Good girl, that's much better. that's the position I always want you to take in future when you are waiting for an order from me unless I say otherwise. is that clear Susan?'
'Yes Sir' replied Susan, feeling pathetically happy for the small praise from 'Sir'
Johns mind raced with possibilities, but he relaxed and started to try and watch the TV. He kept listening to Susan as well, but gave no indication that he wasn't totally absorbed in the TV, and when he judged that she had put the shopping away and started cleaning he decided to move on a bit and push. He waited until he heard her filling a bucket and called her sharply,
'Susan!'
'Just a minute!' she called back
'Susan!' he called louder and more sharply than before in a voice that demanded the correct response.
John heard the tap turn off and she came straight into the living room. His cock was pulsating in his pants, but he restrained himself, even though she looked such a pretty picture.
'Is something the matter?' Susan asked him, with concern in her voice. Then she bit her tongue, mad with herself. 'That sounded ridiculous' she thought, 'I'm not his bloody maid.'
'No, theres nothing the matter really' he said smiling 'I just wanted to know if you've found everything OK and you know your way round my kitchen now?'
'Yes, thank you' she replied. 'bloody hell!' she thought 'I've just thanked him for me learning my way around his kitchen!'
'I hope you don't mind me asking you a question but I've told you lots about me' she finally found her voice 'and I don't even know your name. What should I call you?'
John looked at her with amusement 'Well lets see now. You carried my shopping home for me very nicely and now you're cleaning my kitchen for me, so as my servant, I think you should call me "Sir", OK Susan?'
Susan just stared at him, the first time she had really raised her eyes, with her mouth open, like a goldfish out of water.
'Well? Do you understand?' John raised his voice sharply
Susan nodded faintly
John sighed theatrically 'Pardon?'
'Yes I understand' she whispered
'are you sure? "Yes I understand WHAT?"' he practically shouted the last word.
Susan practically jumped out of her skin when he said the last word. 'Yes I understand Sir' she whispered again, a tear sliding down her cheek.
John mentally hugged himself in delight. This was going better than he ever imagined! He turned to Susan again ' Good girl Susan. Now go and get me a coffee, white no sugar'.
Susan couldn't find her voice and just nodded and ran back to the kitchen. She struggled to come to terms with what had just occured. She wandered whether he was holding her prisoner, but when she looked back at him, he was watching the TV and didn't seem to even acknowledge her presence in his house, so clearly he just expected her to obey. He still showed no interest in physically preventing her from leaving. She realised she was really turned on and had an almost overwhelming urge to play with herself, then in a moment of clarity she knew she had to get 'Sir?' his coffee. She almost panicked when she noticed she was already coming to think of him as 'Sir'.
Susan took his coffee through to him. There was nowhere by his armchair to place the cup, so Susan went to ask him where he wanted her to put it.
'Where...' she started
John just waved his hand to shut her up. He didn't look at her because he appeared to be absorbed with something on the TV. Susan just stood there feeling very silly, and embarrassed, but she kept quiet nevertheless. Finally, without looking up, he pointed at a small table across the room.
'Fetch that small table and put it next to my chair. Put my coffee on there and get back to your cleaning Susan.'
Susan walked back into the kitchen, confused and wondering why she felt so happy to have served him his drink. Then she realised that it was her pussy that was leading her. She glanced back at john, but he seems absorbed in the TV again, then she surreptitiously sliped her hand up her skirt and caressed her pussy through her panties. She was amazed at how wet they were and she pulled her hand back out and held it up. She could see her juices glistening on her fingers and all she had done was touch her panties! She looked at the time. She had an overwhelming urge to play with herself, but knew she had to get on with dinner now or it would be late.
Susan looked around to see what types of food 'Sir' liked, and this time it never crossed her mind that she was thinking of him as 'Sir'. She decided to do a spaghetti bolognese and started preparing it. All the time whenever her hand had a spare few seconds, it would wonder back up her skirt and caress her pussy over her panties. this didn't help her concentration at all, but she couldn't seem to find to willpower to resist. She was just grateful that 'Sir was watching the TV and not her.
In reality, John had glanced around a couple of times and observed her hand up her skirt, and he guessed what she was doing. His erection got harder still if that was possible, but he did nothing to indicate that he had seen her. He did decide however that he would have to go to the bathroom. He was that horny that he felt his good judgement might desert him so he had a quick wank which exploded out, and left him feeling a bit calmer and able to think. Then he went back to watching the TV. He noticed that susan had set the dining room table for two while he had been gone, which gave him an idea, given that he knew how turned on she was. Actually he was getting a constant stream of ideas, and his task was to filter the good ones out and ignore the rest!
'Susan, come here' called John
Susan stopped what she was doing and came through as quickly as she could and stood in front of John. 'Yes Sir, is something the matter?' she asked timidly.
'Yes, there is', replied John curtly. 'You have set my dining table for two. That is not acceptable. Change it to one. I expect you to serve me while I am eating, not ignore me while you take care of yourself. You will be allowed to eat the leftovers when I decide you can.
Susan was shocked. She thought she was getting used to 'Sir', but then he surprised her again. But then her pussy took control of her again, and she realised that this was just a continuation of him treating her as a menial servant, and it all seemed right again. The thought got her pussy more and more excited.
'I'm sorry Sir, I didn't think. I'll change it right away for you' she said slightly breathlessly. She did as she said and went back to her cooking which was only a few minutes from done now. her hand wondered back up her skirt when it had a chance and she couldn't believe that her panties felt like they just been run under the tap. she could even feel a couple of drips of her pussy juice drying on the tops of her thighs, that her panties could no longer absorb.
John felt a lot calmer after his timely release, and quietly observed Susan who seemed more breathless and excited than ever, while planning ahead as much as he could how the evening would go, although he could change tack as the situation demanded.
'Dinner will be served in five minutes Sir' Susan called through. John looked at his watch and smiled to himself - It was 5.57pm already. Susan brought a warm plate though for Sir and poured him a glass of wine. then she got the spaghetti in the bowl and bought it through. John was already sitting at the table looking impatient.
'It is now two minutes past Susan. I told you I like dinner at six. I expected better of you Susan, this is very disappointing. Now get some on my plate so I can eat. Then you will stand to the side of the table facing it, with your hands behind your back, looking at the floor 12" in front of your toes, until I need service from you. Do you understand Susan?'
Susan felt devastated for upsetting Sir. She hadn't realised how exact he had meant when he said 'dinner at 6'. She did not understand her own feelings properly at all, but she felt terribly guilty, and wished she knew how to make amends. 'Yes thank you Sir, I understand' she replied, almost tearfully. She served Sir, then she stood in position while Sir started his meal.
John felt incredibly happy with her response, and his erection was back with a vengenge although he ignored it. He was surprised at how genuinely upset she sounded when he rebuked her but knew that it bode well for the future. he looked at her, stood there staring down and felt there was a little room for improvement in her positioning. 'Stand with your feet 2 feet apart Susan' he drawled at her through a mouthful of spaghetti.
She moved position whispering 'Yes Sir' to him, but without looking up which pleased him greatly.. He looked at her again and was much happier with the position.
'Good girl, that's much better. that's the position I always want you to take in future when you are waiting for an order from me unless I say otherwise. is that clear Susan?'
'Yes Sir' replied Susan, feeling pathetically happy for the small praise from 'Sir'
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