MY PAST RELATIONSHIP..

She arrived for supper on time; I had every thing done including a couple of chapters in the library books. I had the advantage of a year of massage therapy due to an on the job injury some time back. There was no hello or acknowledgement of my existence from her just some muted cursing about the traffic and some idiot she had dealt with at work; more or less as if she was talking to herself. I served her supper and stood next to her like a good waiter. She pointed at her laptop case sitting on a chair near the door and then at a spot on the table near her plate. I struggled with the latches and then set it where she had pointed. She gave me an impatient look, motioning for me to open the lid. I did and then stood back while she turned it on and began reading and typing while taking the occasional bite. After a while she began to rotate her neck as if trying to relieve stress. Without being ordered I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to massage her. She groaned with pleasure and continued to work while eating. After finishing she motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom and indicated that she had to be undressed. I stripped her naked and when she looked down on her tits and then at my hands; I remembered and massaged them from behind the way she had done herself. Getting too close, my bulge touched her by mistake. “You just lost a bonus point slave; control yourself, don’t ever rub your cock on me without permission.” I knew better than making excuses and fitted her robe then fastened the belt before fitting her slippers. She then left the room leaving me to put things away. She was sitting on the couch with her feet on a foot stool watching TV when I finished. “Bring in my laptop and then clean up the kitchen; that done you’re dismissed until nine-thirty when you will run my bath. That’s all!” She spoke without looking at me waving me out of the room. “Oh wait a minute there’s a package in my briefcase with two communicators and the batteries, make them work and bring one in here.” I found the case and cut the two units out of their plastic Fort-Knox’ and installed the batteries. I brought her the laptop and the one unit. “If I say ‘testing’ in this thing, you just say OK and get in here pronto; never say anything else.” She waved me off. “Very well mistress, as you wish.” “There’s no need to reply when I dismiss you George, I’ve already told you that once! Just bow and leave.” I did and left for my chores trying mentally to control my semi. She either didn’t take notice of the bulge or didn’t want to. About an hour later back in my apartment I heard ‘testing’ on the walkie-talkie; I said ‘OK’ and reported to my mistress. “I’ll have tea and a couple cookies.” I bowed and went to the kitchen boiling the water and then found a serving tray with folding legs setting it where she could reach. She was watching TV and working on the laptop and picked up the cup tasting a zip. I bowed and turned to leave. “Where do you think you’re going George?” “I’m sorry I just thought.” She cut me off. “You take orders George; I do the thinking here; on your knees slave!” I obeyed and watched her sip her tea and nibble at the cookies very slowly and deliberate while dividing her time between the TV and the computer during commercials. It must have been about fifteen minutes before she pointed at the empty cup and plate and waved my out. I went back to my apartment and decided to study the massage books. Getting absorbed by the subject matter, I forgot about the time. The unit startled me with ‘testing’. I didn’t bother answering but rushed in and began to fill the tub. When done I walked in and informed my mistress that her bath was ready.