The Bathroom

The Bathroom
A Fiction
By an Obedient Scribe

Cleaning. Cleaning is so very important. Cleaning reminds men of their status in the natural ordered of the universe. I particularly love to clean the bathroom. The bathroom is a very special place. It is where I am allowed to help my Mistress prepare for the day by attending to her bath. It is where I received my toilet training. It is where, when I please my Mistress, she will shave me so that my bald crotch gives testament to her power.
I clean the bathroom at least once a week. As always, I am naked, my Mistress does not allow me to be clothed when I am in her house.
It takes quite a while to clean a bathroom properly. I am especially proud when Mistress notices my service. Last week Mistress gave me a very special reward for my efforts.
I was just finishing up, scrubbing the bathroom floor on my hands and knees. I heard the door open and close and a wave joy sweep over me, Mistress is home early. I feel the warmth of her power as she walks up behind me. I continue scrubbing.
"I see that my little boy has been busy cleaning."
"Yes Mistress."
"You have done a very nice job."

The joy of my Mistress's approval causes my cock to spring out hard and erect. "Thank you Mistress."
"You can be a very good slave, sometimes."
She pushes my legs apart and kneels behind me
. Then I
feel the tips of her fingers brush against my ass. Slowly
she begins to fondle my checks. I stop scrubbing and she
snaps, "Did I say you could stop scrubbing?"
"No Mistress, no of course not." I resume scrubbing, but without really paying attention to what I am doing. Mistress knows that playing with my ass turns me into a helpless mound of jelly.
She grabs my ass and begins to knead it hard. "I like you like this," she growls, "on your hands and knees' ass in the air, waiting for me." Yes, I was waiting for her, for my Mistress.
Now the waiting has ended and I slip beyond time. I sink deep into her power. I surrender to her completely. In her benevolence she is taking me to that special place. That place beyond male ego, beyond male arousal, standing on the edge of creation, the female power from which all good comes.
Soon I will not be able tell you what time it is, or what day. I lie naked, the dark sky and stars racing above me' on the edge of the land, the crimson of dawn. She approaches now, calling me, her smile is the dew on the grass, her arousal the light of the sun bursting up over the horizon.

Her voice calls me back. "You belong to me."
"I belong to you." I echo back. I grasp, breath again, maleness returning. I notice her cloths strewn around on the floor, I don't remember her undressing, but yes, I can feel the warm of her skin against mine.
"Are you ready to give up everything for me?" She asks.
"Yes, everything."
She grabs my cock and begins to stroke it hard. I can see her reach around with her other hand and dip her index finger in the bucket of sudsy water and hold it there motionless, my eyes fixed. Finally Mistress says, "What do you want little boy; what do you want slave?"
I swallow hard and say. "I want you to fuck me Mistress."
"And where did you want me to fuck you little boy?" My Mistress asks, a nasty hard edge creeping into her voice. I am scared and can't answer. After a couple of seconds of silence she slaps my ass, hard. "Answer me slave, where do you want me to fuck you?"
"In the ass Mistress," I whisper, but it is enough. She wets her finger again and begins to slide it up into my ass. She is now in control and the power is surging through her like lighting. With her free hand she grabs my balls and begins to squeeze them as she twists her finger deeper into my ass.
"Why do you belong to?"
Mistress demands.

I have given up any pretense of scrubbing the floor and my face goes to the cold linoleum. The pain is excruciating, the pain is wonderful. "I belong to you, Mistress.” I gasp and my body explodes, my seed splashing on the floor.
Mistress laughs and I feel her body tense, right down to the tip of her finger deep in my ass. She collapses on top of me, her nipples pressing into my shoulder blades.
After a few minutes she gets up and says. "We have made quite a mess haven't we little boy."
"Yes Mistress," I say.
"I think you should clean it up then," she says as she gets up and steps over me. The smell of Pinesol is overwhelming.
I begin to lick up my seed from the floor as Mistress takes her seat on the clean toilet and relieves herself loudly. When she is finished she smiles down at me and spreads her legs wide so I may lick the fountain of her golden nectar clean. Cleaning is so very important.