She got home at almost three in the morning, on the dot.
It was brutally cold out, but she held her coat in her hands as she got out of the car, making sure to lean down so the doorbell camera caught a good view of her cleavage - she knew he’d check, he always did, and he hadn’t given her permission to cover up since it wasn’t snowing.
Quietly, she let herself in and locked the door behind her. She wished she could collapse on the couch, take off her heels, and relax - but she wasn’t allowed. Instead, she stripped, taking off the yoga shorts and the tight low-cut shirt she’d worn to work, then her bra and panties, laying them out neatly on the table for him to review, and then stacking the tips she’d made during her shift that night on top.
His money, she reminded herself, not hers; it was a good amount, but her work wasn’t done.
She did her best to stay as silent as possible while she crept down the hall and cracked the bedroom door, naked other than her heels. He was asleep, she hadn’t woken him up. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Back down the hall and to the kitchen, there was a pile of dishes in the sink. She knew there was unfolded laundry downstairs, the bathrooms needed to be cleaned, his office probably needed to be tidied up, and she needed to charge her toys.
At least she had enough time before he woke up, if only barely.
She went down to their play room - she decided it needed to be tidied up, too, he’d left the giant monster dildo he’d had her stretched out on yesterday lewdly stuck to the mirror, and though she’d put the sheets in the laundry after he’d made her piss herself on his cock, she hadn’t put the nipple clamps or the cuffs or her throat toys back where they belonged. She made sure to give each of the toys a kiss as she picked them up and put them back on the shelves - it was the rule, after all - and then she could finally take out the toys she wore to work. Her cunt was tender, swollen, and sore from how much the remote vibe had been teasing her before it died, but she was still so soaked she could feel herself blushing. She took out her plug, and set both toys on their charging stands, but he’d decided that she needed to have a toy in at least one of her holes at all times she slipped his favorite ring gag on, the one that kept her jaw open so wide she couldn’t help but let her tongue hang out and drool.
Then, it was cleaning time. Doing the dishes as quietly as she could felt like it took hours, she was so tired that she almost started to refold the clean laundry after she was done, and there were multiple times when she was cleaning the bathrooms that she had to wipe up puddles of her own drool off the counter and floor - but she had the house spotless and tidy for him, just before six.
She quietly let herself into the bedroom as the predawn light was filtering through the window, and crawled into bed with him - not next to him, but below him, between his legs, taking his cock into her mouth and gently sucking as she waited for his alarm to go off.
As tired as she was, as much as her feet hurt and her back and jaw ached, feeling him stiffen in her mouth made her feel like it was worth it, and as he groggily turned off the alarm and took a fistful of her hair in his hand, fucking her face like it was a fleshlight, it felt like bliss. She heard him growl out a good morning, and something else about how he loved waking up feeling her tonsils on his cock, but it was muffled by his thighs and her own whimpering.
He finished so deep in her throat that she could barely taste his cum - and as he whipped the covers back and got out of bed, he kept his hand locked in her hair, pulling her out of bed and dragging her down the hall, half-crawling, to put her on her knees in front of the table. He looked over her outfit as she took his cock back into her mouth, in case he wanted her to drink his morning piss.
“Next shift, you’re wearing that bra we got you the other day, the one that doesn’t even cover your nipples,” he grunted as he picked up the stack of bills and started counting, “your tips aren’t what they used to be.”
She was about to nod, but she felt the warmth of his piss on the back of her tongue, and focused on staying completely still and swallowing it all so she didn’t waste or spill any of it. It was hard to do while she kept her eyes fixed on his, but she knew he liked to have eye contact if he did decide to look down at her.
“Just over a hundred dollars, that’s less than last week,” he said as she finished swallowing the last mouthful, “but that’s still decent for a Tuesday night, I suppose. Is everything cleaned and taken care of?”
When she nodded, he continued “In that case, I think you can have a shower, and an hour of edging afterwards before you go to bed. And since you did so good earning for me -” he peeled off a few bills, and leaned down to stuff them in her still-wide-open mouth, “I’ll give you some money, so you can order yourself a treat when you wake up.”
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