Just like last time, there were no panties or bras in the laundry. Raven knew those would distract him. He did notice a familiar red half shirt, which had gotten him in trouble the last time.
While cleaning the playroom, Jake found a couple items of interest behind the bar. Although Raven had taken her crops upstairs with her, there were two sets of leather cuffs and a familiar piece of heavy rope under the bar. Jake realized that she had been prepared to restrain him earlier. The thought gave him chills and made his aching balls draw up tighter against his body.
The small sink behind the bar had four wine glasses in it. Two of the glasses had lipstick smudges on the rim. Evidently Raven had hosted a small party over the past few weeks. There was also a heavy glass ashtray that was half full.
With Raven keeping such a clean house, Jake couldn't imagine someone lighting up a cigarette in it. All the cigarette butts looked like they were of the same brand, but roughly half of them had traces of lipstick on them, which matched the smudge on one of the wine glasses.
Although Jake found the housework rather boring, he did take an interest in putting together clues he found, in hopes of learning more about his mysterious Mistress Raven. He remembered a hidden scrap of paper, which he had written some phone numbers on that he had seen on her caller I.D. There had also been evidence of a male guest in her bed when he changed the sheets several weeks ago. He would have to check both of those things later.
It was difficult for him to imagine Raven down here in the playroom, shooting a game of pool with her male companion and another couple. The thought of her finding a man worthy of sharing her bed was almost incomprehensible.
Keeping an eye on the clock that morning, and already familiar with Raven's townhouse condo, Jake was able to make good progress. He was especially watchful of the washer and dryer so he could toss in another load as soon as a machine stopped. It was no surprise that his clothes were no where in sight when he started work on the first floor.
He went through the awkward routine of watering her plants on the back patio, wearing only his chastity belt and collar. Thankfully, no one passed on the near by sidewalk.
While cleaning the small downstairs bathroom, Jake pulled the framed mirror slightly away from the wall. To his horror, the slip of paper didn't drop out. His heart racing, Jake fumbled behind the mirror. The slip of paper with the phone numbers on it was still there. It had slid down behind the mirror and gotten caught in the back of the frame. Thinking that was a good idea, Jake made sure the paper was firmly wedged back in place before he went back to work.
At last it was close to noon. Jake had heard Raven typing on her computer upstairs and making a few phone calls all morning, but much to his surprise she hadn't come down to check on him. So much the better, he thought, and had avoided going upstairs. However, lunch time was finally here and Jake slowly climbed the stairs towards his Mistress's office.
"You've been rather quiet today, salve. I hope you've been hard at work," Raven taunted. Jake simply nodded his head and asked if she would remove his chastity belt so he could use the bathroom before fixing lunch.
To his surprise, Raven seemed more than willing to grant his request. She got up from her chair and removed the locks on the straps.
"I need to inspect that when you take it off, and I'll also be escorting you to the bathroom," she said.
Jake thought that Raven would be disappointed when she found that the pouch of his chastity belt was clean, but if she was it didn't show. She followed him to the bathroom and waited outside the door while he used it. This made Jake uncomfortable, but he had needed to use it for a while so there was no problem. No sooner had he finished, Raven promptly strapped and locked the device back on him.
Making sure that her slave thoroughly washed his hands, she told him that there was some cold pizza in the refrigerator, which he could heat up in the microwave, and there were also some soft drinks. She also said there was some garlic bread, which would have to be heated in the oven. He was to call her downstairs when it was ready.
There was a jumbo size pizza box in the refrigerator, with only a few slices remaining inside. Possibly leftovers from her small party down in the playroom, the pizza was from a mom and pop pizza place, which was famous in the city. Jake looked at the delivery label that was taped to the lid of the box. The name Raven, and her address had been hastily scribbled on the receipt. Still not sure if Raven was her first or last name, and curious why her phone number wasn't on the receipt, Jake could only assume that she was a regular customer so that information wasn't needed. Putting the pizza in the microwave, Jake smiled to himself as he wondered what would happen to the delivery boy if Raven's pizza was late.
The garlic bread had come from the same place as the pizza. Being a typical bachelor, Jake did most of his cooking at home in the microwave and was unsure how to reheat the bread in a regular oven. Rather then ask his Mistress how to do it, he turned the oven on to a low temperature, placed the few slices on a sheet of aluminum foil on the rack, and decided to just check them every few minutes to avoid burning them.
There was a small counter with two high backed bar stools separating the kitchen from the dining area. Jake's first impulse was to set places at the counter, but then he figured that his Mistress would want to sit at the table. He set two places, and called upstairs when it was ready.
Jake was rather proud of himself for not burning the reheated garlic bread, but was quickly shot down by Raven who demanded to know why a second place had been set at the table.
When Jake tried to explain that it was for him, Raven launched into a long speech about how he wasn't worthy to sit at the table with her, and had a lot of nerve assuming that he was. She insisted that he remove the second place setting immediately and eat in the kitchen.
"You will be punished later for this mistake," she said, and at last sat down to eat. Jake could do nothing but scurry out of the room. He thought it was unfair that he would be punished for such a thing, but assumed he would be punished more severely if he argued.
It was an uncomfortable and silent lunch as Jake stood in the kitchen eating his pizza, where there was no place to sit down, while his angry Mistress was only a few feet away on the other side of the counter.
When she was finished eating, she demanded a refill on her soft drink, then got up and walked around the first floor a while as Jake was cleaning up the dishes. She was obviously checking up on his housekeeping, and looked so hot in her leather dress and boots. Jake only dared to quickly glance at her when her back was turned, and he was actually relieved when she went downstairs, most likely to check the playroom.
When she came back up from the basement, Jake announced that he was ready to clean the upstairs and asked if there was anything else she wanted before he got started. Raven rudely handed him her empty glass and told him to bring her a refill.
The last thing that Jake wanted to do was clean the office while his angry Mistress Raven was in there, so he started on the bathroom which he knew would take a while and give her time to cool off.
Stalling even further, when he was done with the bathroom Jake vacuumed the hallway and stairs. He was ready to start on her bedroom, but remembered that she had insisted on supervising him the last time, saying he couldn't be trusted in there alone. Weighing the possibilities, Jake decided it best to ask Raven if she wanted to supervise him.
"I'm impressed that you remembered, slave. You may have a purpose in my world after all."
She casually stood in the bedroom door while he dusted and vacuumed. Raven then ordered him to remove the sheets and flip the mattress. The sheets looked like they were the same deep blue satin ones that he had put on a few weeks ago. Although Jake wanted to check the old sheets for the signs of a male visitor, he wasn't able to look closely enough while Raven stood in the doorway.
He was ordered to wash the sheets later that day, but she would reuse the silver and blue satin comforter. Raven handed him a set of silver satin sh
eets from the linen closet in the hallway, which would match the comforter very well, and Jake made up her bed.
As he was doing so, it was easy for him to imagine his beautiful Mistress lying on the satin sheets. His cock started to grow and strain within the confines of the uncomfortable chastity belt, so Jake cleared the vision from his mind.
Just as he was finishing up, the phone rang. Raven picked up the office extension and ordered him to take the sheets down for the laundry, then to come back upstairs and get started on the office.
As Jake walked down the stairs with the bundle of blue satin, the tone of the one sided conversation indicated that Raven had been anticipating this call. Curious as he was, Jake peeked at the caller I.D. display in the kitchen. The last name was Thompson and the phone number looked vaguely familiar. Jake would have liked to add the number to his secret list, but there was no time.
The dark blue satin sheets would be the last load in the washing machine, and Jake was glad that he would be able to finish the laundry this time and avoid extra punishment. An inspection of the sheets turned up some telltale stains, showing that a man had once again bedded the sexy but dangerous Raven. How was this guy able to do it? Was she seeing more than one man? It just added more mystery, Jake thought.
He held the sheets up to his face and deeply inhaled the faint scent of Raven's perfume and body odor, and his cock stirred within its prison once again. Jake adjusted himself so his erection could grow as much as possible. Desperately wanting to masturbate, he tried to pull the locked leather pouch far enough away from his skin so he could expose the tip of his penis and not ejaculate inside the chastity belt. It was no use. The simple device was cruelly effective. Defeated and sexually frustrated, Jake headed back upstairs.
Raven spotted the bulge in his chastity belt almost immediately when he reported to her office.
"I hope for your own sake that you haven't been playing with yourself," she said accusingly. Although Jake repeatedly denied any wrong doing, Raven quickly produced the small key and partially removed the leather pouch. Jake thought Raven looked surprised and disappointed when she found out he was telling the truth.
"Well, perhaps I can get your mind more focused on your work," she said calmly, then reached inside the chastity belt, grabbed his balls and gave a quick, firm squeeze. Jake howled and doubled over in pain, but Raven simply locked his genitals back up and told him to start cleaning her office. She pointed out that it was his final bit of housework that day and she was anxious for him to finish.
The computer monitor had been turned off and most of the envelopes and various pieces of paper had been turned face down on the desk. Most of the papers in the wastebasket had been run through a small shredding machine, which straddled it. There was nothing new to learn here and Raven stood in the doorway watching him, just like when he cleaned the bedroom, so he couldn't snoop around at all.
When Jake finished vacuuming the office, he assumed that his service was done and he would be free to leave soon. Then the doorbell rang.
"It seems that we have a visitor. Go answer the door, slave." The tone of Raven's voice indicated that she was expecting this visitor, and Jake wondered who it could be. Another pizza delivery perhaps? Her mystery man?
A number of thoughts raced through his mind as he quickly went down the steps. He was totally surprised when he opened the front door, and knew that Raven wasn't going to let him leave any time soon.
"Don't be rude," said Raven as she came slowly down the stairs. "Let my guest in. I'm sure no introductions will be necessary."
Standing on the front steps was Tammy Thompson, one of the band's groupies, and also one of the women that Jake had made a porn video with. Although it was mid afternoon, she looked like she was ready to go out for the night, wearing make-up, freshly teased blonde hair, a form fitting low cut red mini dress, and shiny red patent leather pumps with spike heels.
Although Tammy had spoken with Raven several times before and had a rough idea of what to expect, the sight of the local guitar legend wearing only a chastity belt and spiked leather collar turned her from a dazzling goddess into a nervous giggling school girl.
Raven broke the tension by inviting her into the living room and instructing Jake to bring wine glasses and a bottle of white zinfandel from the refrigerator. He knew where the corkscrew was, from putting silverware away in a drawer earlier that day, and was glad there was no need to ask for it.
The two women were sitting on the sofa in the living room and chatting like old friends when Jake brought in the wine. Raven made some degrading comment about how she didn't think he'd be able to open a wine bottle that didn't have a screw cap. However, during college Jake had worked as a waiter in an upscale restaurant. He served the wine with style and Tammy said she was impressed. Raven said nothing and just took her glass.
From their conversation and from the other facts that he knew, Jake had an idea of how these two had recently met.
Jake had told Raven that he had made one of the videos with a band groupie. It would have been easy for her to get a schedule from the band's web site and show up at a few gigs in hopes of spotting the girl from the video. While playing under the bright lights on stage, Jake could rarely see past the dance floor. It would have been easy enough for Raven to enter a club and mingle about while he was playing, and not be spotted by him. She had obviously managed to befriend Tammy, and had brought her over for purposes unknown to him at this time.
Although Jake feared for the worst, things were off to an easy start. He was ordered to get on all fours in front of the sofa and serve as a footstool for the ladies. On several occasions he would have to refill Tammy's wine glass and hand it up to her. Raven was evidently sipping her wine and didn't ask for any refills. Instead, she amused herself by prodding at Jake with her spike heels as they rested on his back.
A few times, Tammy tried to get Jake into the conversation but Raven wouldn't let him speak. She explained that Jake was her slave and had nothing important to say. He was merely there to serve her, and explained the various domestic chores he had done that day. Tammy asked about the locking chastity belt and Raven explained in a rather disgusted tone that he was a typical male slave and couldn't be let out of her sight for a minute without it on, otherwise he would be playing with himself and not getting his work done. Eventually the subject of the videotape came up.
Evidently the two of them had talked about it before and Tammy claimed that she had been drunk at the time and didn't think that Jake had actually turned on the video camera.
"As I told you before," Raven said to Tammy. "I'll give the tape to you. The only condition is that you don't give it back to him." She emphasized the point by sharply poking Jake with a spike heel. "If for some reason you decide you don't want it any more, just destroy it."
Then she ordered Jake to crawl across the floor to the entertainment center and open one of the bottom doors. There was a standard video library of chick flicks and a few workout tapes. Lying on top of the other video cassettes was one with a blank label, which he recognized as the video of himself and Tammy. As ordered, he crawled back across the floor and handed the video to Tammy, who put it in her purse. Jake was mad that he wouldn't get his video back after all this, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"I think it's time my slave stopped treating you like a sex object and started to worship you instead." Raven instructed Tammy to stand up and lift the hem of her dress, while Jake knelt behind her. Tammy's beautiful ass was just inches from his face, and prominently displayed by her red thong underwear.
Raven ordered Jake to kiss Tammy's butt cheeks, which he gladly did. After a little while of this, she commanded him to lick the crack of Tammy's ass. Jake could tell from the musky scent that Tammy was starting to get aroused. He was too as his erection strained inside the locked leather pouch.
Just when Tammy started to breathe heavily, Raven told her to sit on the couch once again, and for Jake to lick her spike heeled pum
ps.
"I want you to make them shinier than they already are," Raven ordered. Although it wasn't as stimulating as when Jake had been licking her body, Tammy was still aroused by the sight of Jake at her feet and licking her shoes. The wine had loosened her up and she was getting very horny.
After Jake had been licking Tammy's shoes for some time, Raven ordered him to remove them and kiss her feet. At that time Raven noticed that the polish on Tammy's toenails was chipped and starting to wear off in places. She asked Tammy if she wanted her slave to paint her toenails. Tammy giggled and said that would be nice.
Jake was sent upstairs to get the nail polish and other items from Raven's vanity table. It was the first time he had been unsupervised in her bedroom but he didn't dare waste any time snooping around.
Tammy's feet were very ticklish and she giggled and squirmed while Jake tired to give her a full pedicure. Raven was annoyed by her silly girlish behavior and decided to let her try disciplining a man. As soon as the nail polish was dry, Raven told Tammy that her slave should be punished for videotaping their sex acts. She removed a small wooden paddle from a drawer in the entertainment center, and was able to convince her to give him a spanking.
Raven removed Jake's chastity belt so his buttocks would be fully exposed. Although he knew he wouldn't be getting any sexual relief, he was glad to finally have his cock released from its prison. He bent over the coffee table as ordered by his Mistress Raven. Tammy, new to this, stood behind him, loosely holding the paddle, nervous and unsure.
"Go ahead. Spank him," Raven encouraged. There were a few seconds delay, and then Jake felt a soft smack on his ass. She gave a few more light swats before Raven lost patience and told her to spank him harder.
The next few swats were harder, but nothing compared to a spanking from Mistress Raven, who took it very seriously.
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