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| A private game
She knelt in the middle of the room. Her bare body for all to see, as she was visible to anyone who passed the picture window. She would glance in that direction every now and then just to see if anyone was looking. But there never was. With a sigh, she bent over and crawled from the room. Before she passed into the hallway, she bent down and kissed the entryway. She then crawled out into the hall. Turning she once again bowed and kissed the entry to the living room. Turning she crawled the length of the hall to the bathroom. At the door she bent forward and kissed the floor of the doorway. She crawled in and turned to kiss the doorway again. It was a game she had played several times before. It had been a boring day, not much would be happening until later. She was all alone and not expecting anyone. She and her Dom had enjoyed the excitement of playing little bondage games but he was out of town that month and she was bored not being able to play their little game. Maybe she could play it by herself. She started to where the toys were stored but changed her mind. Instead she went to her closet and picked out a light easy to don dress. Her clothes had come off quickly. With a little scratch at her waist, she headed for the living room. Upon entering the living room, she went to her husband's favorite chair and knelt in front of it. She composed her thoughts and waited until her nervousness went away. Then bending over she kissed the floor in front of the chair. Turning she crawled from the room, stopping to kiss the doorway. She crawled to the kitchen, kissing each doorway as she went. She rose when in the kitchen and began to clean. As she went about her chores she would pause and kiss each place she was going to work at. An erotic thrill went through her as she did this. The fact that she had to humble herself to each object sent a small thrill through her. She continued to play her little game several times during the month. As she went on with it she began to add extras to it. Now she would kiss each room before she entered and after. Each object would be kissed at the start and at the end. The little tingle was always there. She got so bold that she began to leave the drapes open in the living room. Anyone who passed by the window could, if they chose to, look in and see her naked body. The thought that anyone could see her sent an even bigger thrill through her body. In the bathroom, she crawled over to the vanity. She leaned forward and kissed the door. She opened the door and leaned down to kiss the opening. She reached in and with drew the cleaning supplies. She crawled over to the tub and kissed the edge of it. She rose on her knees and leaned into the tub to kiss the spiget and handles, she then began to clean the tub. She didn't stop until it was completely clean. She turned her attention to the toilet bowl. She crawled over and as she had done elsewhere, she kissed the rim before she began to clean. She didn't use the brush but stuck the small hand brush, she was using, right into the water of the bowl. She figured that if she was a real slave girl that would be required of her and thus part of her duties. Before she flushed the dirty water, she rose to kiss the handle. At the vanity, she rose to her feet. But she went through the ritual as before. She kissed the edge and then started to clean. She made a very through job of her cleaning. She made sure that the faucets were bright and shiny before she figured her job was done. As she finished putting the cleaning supplies away she felt a little pang of hunger. She made her way to the kitchen, kissing each doorway both before and after she passed through them. In the kitchen she began to prepare a small meal. But she did so as the slave she felt that she was. She would lean over and kiss each object before and after she would use it. It had by now become second nature to the playing of the game. She went down on her knees when she took the plate into the dining room. Mistress' wouldn't eat in the kitchen. That was only for slaves. When all was ready she crawled into the living room and over to the chair. She knelt forward and kissed the floor in front of it. She would then kneel back on her heels. She paused for several moments before rising. She went to where the light dress lay in readiness and quickly slipped it over her head. She kicked off the high-heels she was wearing and stepped into a waiting pair of flats. She had gotten into the habit of wearing the high-heels only when she was playing the game. In fact she had gone out and bought those particular shoes just for this little game and she wore them no where else. She had others for daytime and eveningwear. When lunch was over she once again resumed her slave duties. She spent the rest of the time cleaning the bedroom. When that was finished she put the high-heels away and took a shower. Her slave duties were over for the day. She would spend the rest of the day as the Mistress of the house. |