Joanne tapped a button on a remote on the coffee table. She heard a groan from the kitchen and she thought, ‘Good, he’s still there.’ Joanne hated washing dishes. She tried to avoid the kitchen altogether in fact. She shouted loud enough so Jimmy could hear… “Anna was asking for you.” She heard no reply. She tapped the button again. Another strangulated noise. “Yes, dear. I heard her!” Joanne smirked. Of course he had. Tough for him she’d had to ‘stimulate’ him to say so.
“We signed the papers, you know”. This time he did call back from the kitchen. “I know, Joanne.” She tapped the control again. “MISS Joanne, I think you meant to say, right?” “Yes, Miss,” he replied almost instantly.
“He starts next Wednesday here…. . Damn it -- leave those fucking dishes and come in here! I’m tired of shouting to you! Come here NOW!”
Jimmy emerged. “I’m right here, Miss.” He knew to kneel. Joanne liked that – him now doing that automatically. It saved her the effort of reminding him over and over and over. She mused, ‘He’s a slow learner’.
“Freddie will be coming over with Miss Jean with him this Friday night…. I want you to mind your manners and keep your mouth fucking shut while they are here. Understood?” Jimmy nodded. She continued: “This time you are simply to do fetch, cleanup, and do whatever they tell you to do. “ She paused. “And I’ve decided to avoid any slip ups, you’re going to have a ball gag inserted and strapped onto your face for the evening.” He said nothing. Joanne knew he hated the ball gag. She checked his face to see if he’d understood. He had. More importantly it was obvious that he had recognized ‘that look’ on her face and had instinctively nodded -- rather excessively she thought. “You’ll number fifth of five in our little party,” she added. Jimmy again nodded. “Anna will be here unaccompanied.”
He was being very good.
“Jimmy, now that the papers have been signed, I want you to remember me. Here’s a little ‘reminder’.” Joanne twisted a dial on the small electronic device she held in her hand and – this time – held its red button down firmly, not releasing it. He was already on his knees, but now toppled over onto his side, writhing in pain. She did not relent. Finally she elicited the response she wanted. He shouted out, “No more, Miss. Please. Mercy! NO MORE!” She held the button down for an additional count of 1 – 2 – 3”. He lay there panting.
Joanne thought silently, ‘I must be sadistic. That was fun.’ She grinned. She refrained from hitting the button again. Business first, fun later.
“Do you know that Anna is very sadistic, Jimmy?” He replied quickly, “Yes, Miss Joanne”.
“I’m going to be sad to see you go, Jimmy,” she said. “But business if business.” Once again he nodded.
She turned to her boy, soon to be leaving. “I want you to work just as hard for Anna as you have worked for me.” She paused, “No one is going to pay her good money to have household chores done if you fuck up, you know…… And Anna can be very cruel.”
She looked at Jimmy. She thought, ‘Well, this one took two months to train. I hope Anna’s happy with him. I wonder why no one but Anna ever thought of starting a kinky maid service like ‘Service Subs By The Hour’ The kink community here in Carverdale has needed that for a long time." Joanne then realized she was daydreaming. She turned to Jimmy. “Now, I want a mint julep, Jimmy. You have four minutes – and I’m counting!” Jimmy disappeared back into the kitchen.
Freddie wasn't going to take his place until Wednesday. Might as well keep Jimmy hopping until then…..
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