I’m starting to really like this living arrangement. Sunday, I realized I needed kitty litter. I don’t like buying it because the kind I get comes in a big container which is fairly heavy. I can manage the walk back home, but I do get sore and I’d rather avoid it if possible. So I asked Boy Toy: “Do you miss masturbating?” Because, you see, he’s not allowed to unless given permission. So we struck a deal: he’d get to masturbate once this week if he picked up the litter for me.

Then last night, Boy Toy was at a friend’s house when I went to bed. I left him a cute lover’s note in the bathroom, it said: “Hello Boy Toy. I want you to put on the CB6000.”  

So now Boy Toy is in the chastity device, yet he’s been given permission for one orgasm this week. I remembered this when I wrote the note, but as of now, I haven’t yet decided how I’ll settle that one. I might leave him the key one day when I go to work, with orders to lock the thing back on once he’s done his business. It could be hot, though, to have him do it at a specific time. In front of me.

Tonight, Boy Toy came downstairs wearing nothing but a flimsy pareo. I was lazing around on the couch and told him to take the thing off. It turned out to be a great idea, as Boy Toy was coming down to clean up the kitchen and he now had to do it naked. I sat back and watched him finish the dishes and clean the counter top. When it looked like he was done, I suggested: “Sweep the floor.” Without a word, he picked up the broom and went to work.

Next, I told him I needed a foot rub. I allowed him a little break first, though. Enough of a break for a cigarette and a coffee.

Finally, after the foot rub, I had him make a little something for my lunch at work tomorrow. I initially asked that he prepare my coffee for the morning too (it’s a programmable machine) but I took pity and did it myself while he worked on my lunch.

I’m such a kind, generous owner