Task Assignment

by: loRRett

Friday, 7 AM:

i have a task assignment today. As always, i'm full of anticipation, and a little apprehension as well: will everything go ok? Will He be pleased? i always want to make things perfect, when He gives me a task...

It started Wednesday, when i spent the evening with Him. He dressed me in a French Maid costume, complete with ruffled gloves and headpiece; to this he added thigh-high black stockings and black high heels. Around my neck He fastened His black velvet collar with the silver fittings. Then He instructed me to freshen my lipstick, which was very red, as he likes it to be, and when i did so, he popped a truly huge red ball gag into my mouth!

After looking me up and down for a moment, he extracted a pair of clamps from a box, and attached them to my nipples. They were pretty Japanese "clover clamps", designed to hold embroidery, and they were connected by a length of silver chain. The springs in the clamps held them tight enough to *almost* bring tears to my eyes...

Selecting a length of chain from the same box, my Master attached a clip to one end of it. This He attached to the chain between my tingling nipples, and clipped it to the ring on my collar, so that every movement pulled ever-so-slightly on the clamps.

He looked at me again, approvingly. He led me to a mirror, so that i could see how i looked, dressed, decorated and restrained like the slave that i am.

"Does she like how she looks?" He asked in a soft voice. "Would she like to be dressed like this where her staff could see her, or perhaps Jeff, on Friday?" Jeff is the cute redheaded guy who helps me with a lot of paperwork at the house, and it's no big secret that he's also my lover. Friday evenings are traditionally "our" nights...

i think i turned some very satisfying colors, because before i knew it, i had another task assignment. i would be allowed to decide whether my audience would be the girls, or Jeff, or both, but i would take the maid costume with me, and wear it publicly, along with a plug and/or a vibrator, for at least thirty minutes.

i had returned to my everyday duties on Thursday, but since it's my custom to do as many errands as i can on the way back, to save extra trips, it was fairly late in the day before i'd returned, so i decided to do my assignment today, to give me a little time to plan. i remembered the last task assignment, and this time i wanted as many people available to help as possible, so that i would not be trying to focus on Him while juggling half a dozen phone calls. i decided i'd include Jeff, but instead of having him just watch, i'd ask him to act as my Master's "second", preparing me for my assignment. We set the time for 1:00, to give us a little extra time to run late, in case too many people were in session and phone coverage was light...

1:25: It's time; a little late, but not bad. Today i'm better prepared: toys laid out in my office, costume ready, lots of people to take care of routine house business. Jeff has just arrived, and is checking the digital camera; today there will be pictures for my Master...

First, brush my hair and freshen my lipstick. Put on the beautiful velvet collar, the stockings, the shoes, the little headband. As i begin the ritual, i fall silent, feeling myself connect to my Master, picturing Him looking at me. Jeff picks up my mood, and doesn't speak, and we fall into a kind of rhythm as i prepare myself.

i slip out of my long skirt. i'm wearing no underwear; this is Friday and Jeff and i have agreed on this as a dress convention. He smiles, noticing that the convention has been upheld, even though today my mind is on my Master. i remove my sweater and my bra, and reach for a set of nipple clamps. Today it won't be the clover clamps, but my personal pair of tweezer-style clips, with the adjusting slides. I put them on extra-tight, wincing a bit. Still a little sore from the other day, but it'll help keep me connected. i picture His eyes, reading my face, knowing i'm taking a bit of extra pain for Him. i attach the chain leash to the chain connecting my nipples, and to the ring on my collar.

1:30: Now it's time for the toys. Gesturing to Jeff, i hand him the plug and a little packet of lube, and kneel to help him fit it into place. i'm more relaxed than last time, but it still takes a few minutes to get it into place... finally it's fitted. i hand him the little stemmed vibrator. i'd put a fresh battery into it earlier, and checked to make sure it was working.

With the plug in place, it's no easy task to get the vibrator in, but by now i'm so wet i don't need extra lube. Jeff grins at me. i turn red, but i don't say anything...i want to stay focused on my Master right now.

i want to think about my assignment, and not about toys popping out, so i decide to wear a pair of tight panties...oh, NO! Today's Friday, so i wasn't wearing any, and i don't have a spare pair here...but i won't get rattled. He deserves better than that...i go into an unoccupied room, pick out a length of nylon webbing, and in a moment construct a harness to hold my toys in place. i smile wryly as i do so...only a single length of webbing passing between the legs, to hold my "hardware" secure...if it were Him, there might be two, to rub against each other and pinch my tender lips as i walked or moved... Today, one would do. There would be other things focusing my attention today.

1:35: The vibrator is humming, and so is my head. It's time for the gag, and to go downstairs. i put on the little gloves, pick up the gag, and press the red ball firmly into my mouth. The strain on my jaws is intense, and we're just getting started! They, too, seem to be more than a little sore from the other day...i hope i can manage it for half an hour. Jeff wants me to pose for a couple of pictures before we go downstairs, then i hand him the chain "leash", and he leads me into the locker room.

Tatiana is getting ready for a session; she turns to look at me, and says "Oh my! Mom's having some fun today!" i walk gingerly into the room, lower myself to the couch and sit carefully, trying to find a position where the combination of plug and vibrator doesn't pinch. It's a lost cause, but i try. Jeff is in the doorway with the camera. Phoenix is on the phone talking to a client; she looks at me and grins, but goes on talking. Helena comes out of the kitchen and peeks in. "Have you been bad?" she asks mischievously. "I don't think she can answer you", Jeff grins, lining up the camera for another shot.

1:45:The vibrator, the clips, and all the other sensations are beginning to have their way with me. i'm tangled up in sensations, pain and pleasure, and the comments of my staff float around in the background. i can see His eyes as clearly as if He were right here in front of me...as i wish He was...but no matter, i am in His hands now. Vaguely, in the background, i hear phones ringing and people talking to callers. Someone is saying that the worst torture of my plight is that i can't answer the phones. Well, yes and no...

The family phone rings. It's Charlotte, and she wants to talk to me about something she was supposed to bring. Tatiana tells her i'm here, but i have a gag in my mouth and is there a message she should give me? i picture Charlotte grinning at my predicament...but somehow i don't really care.

1:50: How long has it been? my head is swimming, my body is pulsing in a very familiar way. Fifteen minutes. i'm drooling all over my lap...the rubber ball of the gag is excruciating. my temples are beginning to throb, and i'm not sure i'm going to make it for another fifteen...but i'm not ready to quit yet. i shift my weight and change my position on the couch, trying to relax into His control, moving around to find a comfortable way to sit, as if that were possible...

1:55: i'm going to have to change something. The gag is too much; the spasms in my temples and the back of my neck are turning into a headache, and i don't think that's what He had in mind. i try to adjust the ball so i can get through another ten minutes, but i don't think watching the clock is the idea either. i carefully stand up, trying to keep my legs from shaking, and find a red bandanna to fold into a less punishing gag. i return to the locker room...

Somehow, removing the red rubber ball manages to be a little more painful than having it in. i see bright flashes of light as it releases. i replace it with the bandanna gag, tying it tight, feeling the pulsing in my head like a metronome, and vaguely notice Jeff lining the camera up for a shot. my attention is now on my nipples, which are throbbing hotly, but that i can stand. i decide that i'll extend the time a little, since i wimped out on the ball gag. i hope my Master won't be too disappointed...

2:05: maybe it's true that orgasm is a good headache cure. The spasms in my temples have abated a bit, so i'm more aware of the spasms farther down. i'm clammy from head to toe and i'm not sure i'm going to make it upstairs where i left my clothes. i hope my Master will be pleased with me, or at least not too displeased...i do try hard to be good...

2:10: oh yes, i was going to end the assignment. How long has it been? i've been sitting here zoned out for about five minutes! Someone is asking if i'm asleep or just in a trance. i stand up gingerly, make my way to the bathroom, and free myself from my toys. i'll wait with the rest of the disassembly...let Jeff get a picture when the nipple clamps come off. After all, he's really into my facial expressions...but Jeff's gone upstairs to download his pictures, convinced that the show is over, and somehow i can't wait to let him set up his camera again...

i remove the first of the nipple clamps. Oh yes, it was on there good and tight...it hurts so much when it comes off that i can't repress a squeak. Phoenix grins at me. "Hurts so good, huh Mom?" "You know it, ' i reply, wincing as i rub the nipple and feel the answering quiver lower down. There's still another clamp. i take it off, and i think i squeaked again, but i'm not sure...i close my eyes and He's looking at me, hot blue eyes half-closed and intent as a cat watching a bird...

2:25: i'm sitting on the couch and i'm not sure how long i've been staring into space. The girls understand, thank goodness. Some of them have had similar experiences themselves, and they've all seen on the faces of their willing submissives the spacey look i'm certainly wearing now...but i'm supposed to do some things this afternoon, so i'd better try to shift into a more active mindframe...i pick myself up off the couch, feeling like my body belongs to someone else and i'm operating it from a mile away by telephone...i float upstairs. Jeff helps me into "civilian" dress, and it's time to get on with my day...

5:15: i was going to finish up the day's business in time to write this, but it's been a major effort to concentrate on anything. It's like one of those dreams where you're trying to get somewhere and it feels like you're swimming through glue. It's dinnertime, anyway, and tonight i think Jeff will enjoy the benefits of my task assignment...tomorrow my Master has an appointment at the house. i'll tell Him about my assignment, and find a few moments' peace and quiet to write it up for Him...

i hope He enjoys the story.

loRRett

photo credits: Robin Roberts, Back Drop Club