You thought it would be a great idea.

You had taken Monday off to make it a long weekend and had invited a few friends over for a little impromptu dinner party on the Sunday.

And you were right; it was a great idea. Everybody seemed to have plenty of fun, the food was nice and the wine made everyone merry. You chatted, you giggled and you laughed and enjoyed the day immensely and you wish you did this more often.

This morning however, you are not so sure that it was such a great idea and you know why you don’t do this more often. Your partner has gone to work and when you get up, you are faced with a depressing sight: the aftermath of a party. There are dirty plates, glasses, cutlery, mugs, cups, jugs, pots everywhere; there are empty cans, tins, bottles on every kitchen surface; the kitchen floor is a little sticky; food and drinks have been spilled here and there and you survey the scene with increasing dread and despair.

But wait.... there is something you can do.

You remember chatting online to this so called slave and although the idea sounded nice, you never quite got around to taking things further. But now, as you sit alone in the middle of this messy kitchen, you begin to think: “why not?”

You go on messenger and find him there. Without thinking more about it, you order him to come to you immediately.

When he arrives, and stands in the hallway looking a little nervous, you don’t waste time with awkward chit chat and order him to strip and then kneel and wait for your return. When you come back, he is there, naked, on his knees, eyes lowered and you cannot help a smirk of satisfaction. You glance briefly at his slightly overweight body and slightly under sized genitals before ordering him to start kissing your feet, which he does obediently.

You then place a collar and lead around his neck and lead him on all fours to the kitchen. There, you tell him to address you as Goddess, forbid him eye contact and tell him to remain silent unless asked a direct question. Asked if he understands, he replies meekly “yes Goddess” which brings a smile of satisfaction to your lips.

You the start giving him quick orders in an authoritative voice about the work you want done. Clear up rubbish first, then wash up and put things away, then clean surfaces and finally wash the floor, to which again he replies “yes Goddess”.

As you leave the room, you hear the clink of empty bottles as he gets to work immediately and it is with a broad smile of satisfaction that you stretch out on the sofa and pick up the Sunday paper that you didn’t have time to browse yesterday.

Life is good when one is at the right end of the leash...