The Housekeeper - Chapter 4 (Part 2 of 3)

The Housekeeper

By Karen Singer

Chapter 4 (Part 2 of 3)

     Roger’s mind was numb – totally.  Unable to move, sitting in a puddle of his own pee that stank terribly, and naked except for the extra large protuberance of the bra on his chest – which he would much rather do without – along with everything else.  At least the foul gag had been removed from his mouth – that was a big improvement.  But he still couldn’t ever remember being so miserable in his life.

     With her gone, the house was deathly quiet, so he heard her as she came in from the garage.  She didn’t come directly in to see him, other than to quickly poke her head into the room to check on him.  Then she went somewhere else in the house instead.  But it wasn’t long until she did poke her head back in again.  And again, it was only for a moment, and once again she was gone.  Was that a bag of food in her hands?  He realized that he was famished.  She hadn’t fed him anything today. 

     It was a long time before she came back.  He heard her out in the hallway a few times, but had no idea what she was doing.  When she finally came in, she carried a drink in one hand, and a bag of food in the other.  “Are you hungry yet?” she asked.

     Not wanting to ire her by speaking since he wasn’t sure he was allowed to, he nodded his head.  She set the bag of food and the drink on the chair.  “Are you going to behave?” she asked. 

     He chanced speaking.  “Yes, Miss Carol.  I promise!”

     She hesitated though before she began unfastening his hand that was still tied to the wall stud.  When that hand was free, he felt her unlocking the cuff that was attached to his ankle ropes, freeing his other arm.  He breathed a sigh of relief as he was finally able to pull that arm forward again, but only for a moment.  She was quickly on his back and pulling both arms behind him.  She cuffed them there again where they would be useless.   

      “No!” he wailed.  “I promised!  I promised!”  But his pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.  He was still on his knees with his legs locked around the wall stud.  He still couldn’t go anywhere.  And she was still behind him… now pushing down on him.  Pushing his head down… down… down toward the pool of his own piss on the floor.  She stopped when his nose was only inches from it.  Then she got off of him.  He pulled his body up gratefully. 

      “If you’re good,” she said, “and you eat all your lunch… then I’ll let you take a shower and get cleaned up afterwards.”

     Roger would do anything for a good hot shower.  “I promise!” he repeated again.  “I promise!” 

     She pulled another hamburger out of the bag and opened the wrapper.  The whole thing she set down right in front of him… right where his nose had almost touched the pool of his own piss.  He was horrified.  The wrapper protected the hamburger from the pee for a moment, then he saw it soaking through.  With growing horror, he watched as the shallow pool of pee flowed over top of the entire wrapper.  And that was when she dumped the fries on top of everything. 

      “I’m still mad at you,” she said.  “Very mad!  I’m mad because you fought with me last night.  You resisted!  And then you couldn’t do the simple little thing I asked of you.  I had to wait till this morning for it!”  She paused for a moment before she spoke again.  “I’d like to hurt you very badly!  But I don’t want to do anything that might seriously hurt you.  Unfortunately, I still need you.  Unfortunately!”

     Roger knew there was no sense in arguing with her, she wouldn’t listen, and it would be a totally useless act.  It might even make her angrier which would be no good at all.  So he remained silent. 

      “Eat it!” she said.  “All of it!”

     That was the last thing that Roger wanted to do.  The very thought of it turned his stomach. 

      “Or I’ll re-soak those panties in all that piss and you can eat them instead!”

     Ugh!  As repugnant as it was, he would have to do as she wanted.  He would have to bend down and put his face in all that while he tried to eat the food… that was now soaking in all that piss.  Yuck!  Taking one last good breath, he bent down to the disgusting meal she had left for him.

     As soon as he started eating, Carol sat down on the chair to watch him.  She was still mad at him – very mad.  And he would be getting more unpleasant surprises later.  A few of which she found very amusing to think about.

     Roger struggled to finish his food, but what he really was doing was struggling not to throw up!  No telling what she would do to him if he did.  When he was nearly done, he was surprised to find her standing right over him again.

      “Have you had enough yet?” she asked. 

      “Yes, Miss Carol,” he replied, trying hard to keep everything down.  There was still a little bit of food left, but he made no move to eat anymore.  In truth, he wasn’t sure he could. 

      “Are you going to be good?” she asked again.

      “Yes, Miss Carol.  I promise!”

      “You better!”  She left his hands cuffed behind him, but she went through and unlocked the cuff from one of his ankles.  “Don’t get up,” she warned him.  You can crawl on your knees to the bathroom. 

     Roger had to wade through the wet patch of floor as he made his way toward the door.  The movement on his aching knees was painful, but it was movement.  And there was the promise of release soon to come.  The moment he saw the chain lying on the bathroom floor though, he realized that full release was not going to happen. 

      “Crawl all the way in till I tell you to stop,” she instructed from behind him.

     He turned into the bathroom and continued to crawl on his knees toward the back.  He saw the other end of the chain wrapped several times around the base of the toilet with a fairly hefty lock holding it in place.  The moment his legs were in far enough, she commanded him to stop.  He felt her finally removing the handcuffs from his arms.  He gratefully pulled his aching arms forward, trying to move them to relieve some of the pain… but even as he did so, he felt her quickly fastening the cuffs to his right ankle.  And then there was a small click, and he was chained to the toilet.  But at least his arms were free and that was something.  A big something!

      “I put all your shaving stuff on the counter there,” she said.  “I moved your shampoo, towel and toothbrush too.  Don’t be all day!”

     He felt her backing out then, backing away from him.  Instead of rising to his feet, he stretched out on the floor.  His knees were in major pain.  His shoulders hurt from having his hands behind him for so long.  And his stomach was rolling from the food he had been forced to eat.  He writhed a bit on the floor, just enjoying the luxury of what freedom his limbs were finally allowed. 

      “Don’t keep me waiting!” she said.  Then she turned and walked away, leaving him alone – again.  But at least he could move – mostly.  He finally climbed to his feet.  That alone felt great.  He saw his toiletries on the counter.  He grabbed for his toothbrush and the toothpaste first.  He had to get that awful taste out of his mouth!

     While Roger was cleaning up, Carol went into the other unfinished room to prepare his next little surprise.  She used this room because the floor was cleaner, she didn’t want to be anywhere near the spot he had repeatedly peed on.  She tightly tied ropes to two of the studs that were fairly far apart.  The boards on the wall on the other side of the room were bare too, at least on one side.  The solid wallboard on the other side didn’t allow any room for her to pass the rope behind.  But each of those boards had holes drilled through them where electrical lines passed.  She threaded rope through those holes in two of the boards and tied them tightly too.  Then she went out to the kitchen for the rest of her preparations.

     Roger didn’t hurry at all… despite what she had said.  The shower felt just too good after what he had been through.  But despite his leisurely pace, he was still done before she came back.  As soon as he had dried off, he moved closer to the bathroom door.  He was totally naked, but that didn’t bother him at all.  Of course he could have tried to put the huge bra on again, but he wasn’t going to do that unless she made him do it!  Standing up, the chain gave him just enough freedom to get his one leg out the door, but not the leg with the chain.  He peered down the hallway, but he didn’t see her.  He could hear her in the kitchen though and wondered what she was up to. 

     He knew he probably should have called to her, but he was too reluctant.  It was probably better if he just remained silent and stayed by himself.  He sat down on the toilet seat to wait – hopefully for a very long time.

     Carol was busy with a large pot.  She had read the directions, but three packages meant changing a few things.  Of course she didn’t know if she would need three packages.  Maybe she would need only one, but her mother had said to get a few, so she had picked up three.  When she was satisfied that everything was as ready as she could get it, she left the kitchen to find out what was taking him so long.  She found him lounging on the commode.  “Comfortable?” she asked. 

     He shrugged.  “Tired,” was his only reply. 

     She nodded and smiled as if she were being friendly.  “Then come along.  I’ve got a treat for you that I’m told many people enjoy.”

      “What?” he asked as he got to his feet. 

     But instead of answering, she just crooked her finger for him to follow.  He stopped at the edge of the doorway for her to unlock his ankle cuff, but first she insisted on tying his hands behind his back again.  It seemed that he was not going to be allowed total freedom just yet.  When he could walk again, she sent him into the other unfinished room where she had prepared the ropes.  The moment he saw them, he stopped still.  “Please!” he begged.  “I promise I’ll be good!  I’ve told you that over and over… and I mean it!”

     She smiled.  “I’m sure you mean it, but you haven’t earned it yet.  Now lie down in the middle of the room… on your stomach… and face that way!”

     Knowing it was no use trying to resist, he carefully laid down where she wanted him.  At least he was laying down this time… his knees where still killing him.  He felt her attaching the ropes on his ankles first, pulling each one until his legs were splayed far apart.  Then she untied his hands and attached the new ropes instead, pulling them tightly till he was spread eagled with no way to move.  Some treat!

     She disappeared for a few minutes.  When she came back again, he couldn’t turn his head far enough to see what she was doing, but he heard her moving around behind him.  Then she was down by his side, whispering in his ear.

      “Just relax now and enjoy this.” 

     He jerked a bit as he suddenly felt something hot being placed on his back. 

      “Shhh.  Relax.” 

     Whatever the something hot was, she was soon moving it up his back, further and further spreading whatever it was in a wide long path.  And it was kind of relaxing.  He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy it… despite the pain and ache the rest of his body was feeling. 

      “You, know,” she said softly, “I’m still very mad at you.  You shouldn’t have fought me like you did last night – even if I did hurt you.  You’re going to have to learn that.”  He felt her doing something else to his back now, pressing down all over the nice warmth.  “You’re going to have to learn that I can make you do anything I want you to, no matter even if it hurts you… a lot.  Because I can hurt you a lot – in many different ways that won’t leave any nasty marks on you.”  Her voice was still soft and calming… even if her words weren’t.  “And this is one of those ways!” 

     He screamed as pain suddenly exploded up his back where she had put all the comfortable warmth just a few moments earlier.  She held something down in front of his face – something long.  Attached to it was hair that she had pulled out of his back. 

     She giggled.  “Now wasn’t that fun?”  He didn’t answer.  Fun?  It was a nightmare!  Especially since he felt her putting more of what he now realized must be hot wax onto his back, and he was helpless to stop her. 

     Strip after strip of hair was ripped from his body, while she giggled and cooed over how smooth his skin looked without all that ugly hair.  She taunted him too, telling him that this was punishment for not behaving properly and the next time he dared to misbehave, she would think of something worse… much worse!  He couldn’t imagine anything much worse!

     She did his entire back, his hairy buttocks – right down into the crack, and the entire length of his legs – as far around as she could reach.  And then she carefully moved the ropes, making him roll over onto his back, but never once giving him a chance at any freedom to escape. 

     His chest was as bad as his back, the front of his legs were bad too.  But then she started in on the area around his cock and balls.  That was where the pain really got bad.  He screamed.  He tugged at the ropes.  But it was all to no avail as she ripped strip after strip of hair from his body, until even his private parts were totally smooth and hairless.  From the neck down, he was as smooth as a baby.  And all the while, she told him that she hoped he’d think twice about crossing her again.  After what she had just done to him, he vowed he’d never cross her again – ever.  At least not until he had the chance to kill her!

The Housekeeper - Chapter 4 (Part 1 of 3)

The Housekeeper

By Karen Singer

Chapter 4 (Part 1 of 3)

     Worry woke Carol up.  Worry about him and worry about the things her mother needed her to do still.  It was a lot of responsibility, but she just kept telling herself that she could take care of it – all of it.  She was old enough now.  And if she and her mother ever wanted to have any kind of a life together again, then it was going to be up to her to make it all happen – at least until Thursday when her mother would be out of prison and with her again.  The number of days was growing much shorter, but it was still a long wait.  Especially now… now that she had to keep her miserable math teacher under control. 

     She hadn’t heard a sound from him all night.  She hoped that was good.  She went into his bathroom in the master bedroom and relieved herself, then she dressed quickly in the clothes she had worn yesterday.  She hurried out of the bedroom and into the unfinished room where she had left him.  Stopping in the doorway, she could see that he was still tied to the wall in the same position as she had left him.  Nothing looked different.  She saw him raise his head and turn it to look at her.  He looked miserable.  The duct tape was still wrapped all around his head, holding in the dirty pee stained panties she had stuffed in his mouth. 

     As she walked into the unfinished room, she noticed the big wet puddle between his legs.  He had urinated on the floor again.  Well, she supposed that couldn’t have been helped.  Served him right to have to sit in it all night anyway!  “Are you ready to be more cooperative and try it again?” she asked.  Of course he couldn’t really answer her, it was a moment before she saw him roll his eyes and then give a small nod.  She took that as a definite yes and retrieved the plastic container. 

     She was about to set it on the floor in front of him, but the pool of his pee stopped her.  She didn’t want to set the container in all that mess.  She went back to the kitchen and got one of the large plastic trash bags that he kept there and brought it back. She stuffed it down between his legs, covering as much as possible, then she set the container back in place.  She started to untie his one hand again.  “Are you going to give me any trouble?”  She saw him weakly shake his head – actually it looked more like his neck was broken and his head had just flopped back and forth a bit, only to settle on his chest.  Cautiously, watching for the first sign of trouble, she untied his hand.  His arm just dropped straight down to the floor, totally limp.  It was a moment before he even tried to move it, and then it was to pump it back and forth a bit to try to get the circulation moving again. 

     She backed up from him and sat in the chair again.  “I’m waiting,” she said.

     Roger was so tired!  His body hurt in places he didn’t even know he had.  Of course there were more than a few places that he knew that he had that he couldn’t feel anymore.  And now this jerky kid wanted him to jerk off into her dish?  He seriously doubted that he could manage it.  But it seemed that accomplishing it would be his only path to freedom… or at least more freedom than he had now.  Grabbing his limp flesh with his only free hand, he went to work – massaging it, kneading it, desperately trying to make something – anything – happen.  But as he suspected, he wasn’t exactly in the mood.  He was desperate though, beyond desperate.  He closed his eyes and tried to think of things that he found stimulating.  His mind pulled up some magazine pictures that he liked that he had studied very closely on more nights than one.  He concentrated on his memories harder and harder, slowly closing out the pain of his situation.  And very gradually, his body responded. 

     Her mother had told her that it might take a while.  Carol was just about to give up on him doing it himself and try to take matters into her own hands, when she noticed that suddenly his male thingy seemed to be a bit bigger.  A minute later, she was sure of it because it had definitely grown again.  Unable to take her eyes off of it now, she watched with more and more fascination as what was once tiny and limp, became large and obviously very hard.  His hand began moving faster and faster and her own breathing quickened in turn. 

     She suddenly saw him take his hand away and desperately search the floor in front of him, trying to find the plastic container.  His hand closed over top of it and he dragged it closer.  Then his hand went back to his now huge… thingy.  He shoved down on it and pumped it.  But his hand left again to adjust the plastic dish.  Then he was pumping.  His hand went back to the dish, then back to its work.  She realized then that he couldn’t see the dish in front of him and was trying to line himself up.  But every time he tried to locate the dish, he lost ground in the task he needed to perform. 

     In a flash, she was out of her seat.  He was again searching for the container.  His eyes were still closed… why?  She batted his hand away from the dish.  “I’ll hold it for you!” she said excitedly.  His hand went back to work.  She waited… and waited… all the while getting a very close up view of him growing more and more excited.  He suddenly let out what sounded like a very long moan of distress.  She quickly looked up at his face to see what was wrong – and then jumped when something suddenly splashed up her wrist and arm.  He had missed!  He had over shot the container!  And now she had it all over her!  Horrified, she quickly changed the way she was holding the container and was rewarded to see his juice now going into the container.  But the angle she had to hold it also made it possible for some of it to drip out if she wasn’t careful.  She was surprised at the intensity of how hard each blast came out of him.  Before she knew it though, it all ended, and she watched as his… thingy… began growing softer and softer. 

     He was finished!  But she now had some of it directly on her.  Frightened of it, she dropped the plastic container out of his reach.  She knew if she was careful she wouldn’t get pregnant from it, but still, as her Momma had told her numerous times, if she touched herself wrong in any way, then…  She ran to the master bathroom and scrubbed her arm thoroughly.  Then she ripped her clothes off and jumped into the shower, scrubbing her entire body just as hard.  It was a while before she calmed down enough to feel safe.  Had any of it mysteriously gotten into her somehow?  She hoped not!  She would probably have nightmares about it forever!

     After taking the time to wash her hair, she finally got out of the shower and dressed herself – clean clothes.  The clothes she had been wearing were carefully picked up and put directly into the washing machine – along with plenty of detergent.  Only then did she go back to him.  He was still sitting right like she had left him – naturally.  His free hand was lying limp on the ground next to him.  He turned his head weakly at her approach.

     She was a bit surprised that he hadn’t tried to rip the tape off of his head and remove the gag – grateful too, because if he had she would have had to find some other way to punish him for that.  His eyes followed her as she picked up the container and looked into it.  Such a tiny amount – despite his first spurt missing it completely.  She would have thought there would be much more.  She carefully put the lid on the container and carried it out to the kitchen.  Her mother had told her to put it in the refrigerator.  But would it be better in the freezer?  She knew she’d feel safer if it was frozen.  The choice made, she opened the freezer and put it inside, then she carefully washed her hands again. 

     Now… what was she going to do with him?  One thing was for sure, she didn’t want to move him until she heard from her mother.  She went back to the little room again.  His eyes locked onto her as she walked into the room.  “I’m going to remove that gag now,” she told him.  “Do I have to tie your free hand?”  He vehemently shook his head no.

     She removed the tape from his head, watching him register the pain as it was ripped away from his skin.  But it was nothing at all like the pain he had registered from that other little piece of tape she had ripped off of him last night.  Maybe that part of him was more sensitive.  His free arm came up towards his mouth, and stopped.  His eyes asked the question.  “Yeah, go ahead.  You can take it out now,” she told him.  The pink panties that had been in his mouth came out quickly and he threw the ball of material on the floor.  He breathed in huge gasps of air, trying to clear his lungs.  She looked at the ball of pink panties that had been in his mouth.  It had looked awful before, it looked much worse now.  She tried for a moment to think about what it must have been like for him to have it in his mouth for so long and almost gagged.

     His hand came up and she quickly backed away, frightened that he might try to hurt her.  But he only pointed down toward his now tiny little – thingy.  “What?” she asked, having no idea what his problem was.

      “I really need to pee.”

      “Oh!”  But it was still too early for her mother to call yet and she wasn’t about to let him have that much freedom.  Like it or not, he was going to have to stay right where he was.  “You’ll have to pee right there for now,” she said.  A look of anger quickly filled his face. 

      “I’ve done what you want!  Now please let me go!  I promise I’ll be good… Miss Carol.”

     But her mother had told her not to.  “Not yet!” she replied. 

      “But…”

      “Do I have to tie your arm again?  Or maybe put the panties back in your mouth?” 

     He shut up quickly and shook his head.  “No, Miss Carole.”  He felt so defeated.  He purposely looked away from her so he wouldn’t have to look at her.  He heard her walking out of the room… leaving him.  His sigh was pure frustration.

     Carol grabbed her cell phone so she could keep it close, hoping that somehow her mother might find a way to call early, but it wasn’t until mid-morning when it buzzed.  Her mother’s voice on the other end was like a wave of relief.  “Hi Momma!”

      “Hi Carol.  Is everything okay?”

      “Perfectly – I think.”

      “You think?”

      “Well, I had to leave him tied right where he was all last night since you told me to make sure he was always restrained.  I’m making him pee right where he’s sitting again.  I’m afraid the floor is starting to stink terribly under him.”

     Janice almost laughed.  “Don’t worry about it.  It won’t hurt him.  But tell me, has he given you any trouble at all since last night?”

      “No, Momma.  None at all.  I think he wants to behave again, but I don’t want to trust him.”

      “Don’t trust him!  It’s too soon!  Now, did he spurt into the container?”

      “He sure did!” Carol replied gleefully.  “Although there was almost a bit of a catastrophe.”

      “What?” Janice asked, fully concerned.

      “Well, the way I have him tied, he couldn’t aim the thing very well, so I had to kind of jump in and hold the container… but Momma, I didn’t know it was going to spurt that hard or that far!  The stuff went right over the top and splashed all up my arm.  But don’t worry, I scrubbed it as hard as I could and took a shower right away.  I don’t think I have anything to worry about.”

     Janice chuckled.  “Don’t worry, dear.  It won’t hurt you… as long as it doesn’t come close to certain parts of you that is.”

      “Good!” Carol replied.  “I have it sitting in the freezer now where it will be perfectly safe – I hope!”

      “In the freezer?  Carol, listen.  Move it to the refrigerator.  It’s really very unlikely, but I’ve heard of where they freeze that stuff and then bring it back to life again later.  We don’t want that to happen.  Putting it in the refrigerator will make sure that junk all dies a very quick death!”

      “Don’t worry, Momma, I’ll move it there right away!”

      “Good girl.  Now, I’ve thought of a few ideas you can use if you want.  You don’t have to do them, but you’re the one who’s there so you’re going to have to be the one who decides what to do and what not to do.”

      “I’m looking for any ideas, Momma!  Any!”

      “Okay then.  Is there a hardware store or one of those building supply stores anywhere near you that will be open today?”

     Carol thought about it.  “Yes,” she decided.  There’s a place not too far from here.”

      “Good.  Then go there today and buy some chain.  Fairly heavy chain, but not too big.  You’ll have to decide.  Get some idea of how long that bathroom is that he was in before and add about five feet to that.  That’s how long the length of chain will have to be.  Then buy a good padlock too – with a key.  Make sure that the lock will go through the chain links.  You got all that?”

      “Yeah, sure, Momma.  Easy.”

      “Good.  When you get home, you can wrap that chain around the base of the toilet. And secure it with the padlock.  Fix it so that the other end of the chain just reaches the doorway.  Then you can fasten those handcuffs you found to the chain and the other end to his ankle.  He’s not going to be able to leave the bathroom, but he can still take a shower and do whatever other business he has to, and you won’t have to worry about him as much.  And he can sleep on the floor there tonight.”

      “Momma!  That’s a great idea.  And it’s easy too.”

      “Yes dear.  Now I thought of something else too – something that he’s going to like a whole lot less.  You said you wanted to get rid of all that hair on him?  Well…”

     When Carol finally put her phone down, her mind was charged with the possibilities.  And better yet, a way to punish him for the way he had fought with her last night.  She quickly checked on him, and found him sleeping.  The pool of piss around him had grown bigger and it smelled something awful.  Tough! 

     Knowing that she had to go out for a while, she didn’t want to leave any part of him unrestrained.  His free arm was lying limply on the ground.  Quietly, she looped the end of the rope under it.  He didn’t stir till she quickly pulled the knot tight around his wrist.  Then he jolted, trying to move his arm away.  But she was faster and pulled it up to the board next to him again.  He didn’t fight back and a minute later, his hand was stuck firmly to the board.  He was thoroughly tied up again. 

      “I have to go out for a while.  See you later.”  It was all she said to him before she left.

     Roger said nothing, but inwardly he was cursing up a storm. 

     Carol drove straight to his ATM machine first.  Her mother had told her to get another hundred dollars if she needed it, but to make sure she went easy on it.  She intended to.  Then she stopped to get a few dollars’ worth of gas in the car again.  Traffic was very light since it was Sunday and she was able to make it to the building supply store fairly quickly.  But once inside, she was somewhat bewildered.  The place seemed so huge… and they had so much stuff!  

      “Can I help you?” Someone asked.  Gratefully, she accepted his help.  The man led her to an aisle that held many reels of chain. Then he called for someone who was more familiar with that section to help her.  Carol looked over all the choices carefully, then finally decided on a type that looked like it was a little heavier than what she remembered seeing on swing sets.  She was sure that it would hold him.  She asked the man who came to help her for fifteen feet of it.  The man carefully measured it out on the floor, then had to use a very large and powerful machine to cut it.  Carol figured that if it took a machine like that to cut it, then he certainly wasn’t going to break it.  The man looped the chain up as if it were a rope and tied it up with tape.  Then he directed her to the hardware section to find the locks she was looking for.

     The chain was very heavy for Carol, but she managed it.  She also managed to pick up several more packages of rope that she noticed near the chain before leaving the aisle – just in case.  Fortunately, the locks were easy to find. She selected a package that contained two fairly heavy duty ones. Then she lugged it all to the checkout counter and paid for it.  The chain was so heavy that she was glad to get it into the car.  She was looking forward to her next stop though, because that was the part that really interested her.

     Not far from the building supply store, was a large drug store.  Inside, she grabbed three boxes of what she was looking for, knowing that he was just going to love it!  But on the way to the checkout counter, she just happened to turn down an aisle that contained all the adult incontinent supplies.  Her footsteps slowed as she went past.  They were essentially diapers.  Like baby diapers – only larger.  He had hated wetting his pants last week.  What would he think if he had to wear a diaper and wet that?  Another thought forced its way in.  If he wet the diaper while it was under his clothes, would anybody be able to tell?  Wasn’t that what the things were made for in the first place?  Taking the time to decide on which ones she thought might be the best, she grabbed a package.

The Housekeeper - Chapter 3 (Part 3 of 3)

The Housekeeper

By Karen Singer

Chapter 3 (Part 3 of 3)

     It wasn’t that Roger exactly minded doing the laundry and cleaning up the house, it was just that he minded doing it because she was making him do it – while wearing the overstuffed bra!  It irked him terribly.  But he didn’t say anything or make even the slightest indication that he wasn’t happy for fear of what else she might do.  After spending so much time restrained and unable to move at all, the few chores she wanted done seemed like heaven. 

     As he worked, he didn’t fail to notice that she never really took her eyes off of him.  When he went into the kitchen, she moved so that she could still see him.  If he went into the bedroom or master bathroom, she was still always visible.  Obviously, she didn’t trust him… which didn’t bode well for the future.

     When dinner time came, she had him fix a couple of frozen dinners that were in the freezer.  She wouldn’t let him eat at the table with her so he had to sit on the floor again, but at least she didn’t cuff his hands and she even gave him a spoon to eat with… although no knife or fork, which made cutting up the meat that much more difficult.  Still, it was a vast improvement – and it wasn’t Burger King for a change.

     When dinner was over, she made him wash what few dishes were left, then she banished him to sit in his little area of the kitchen corner again while she rummaged through his cabinets.  “Don’t you have any jars or plastic containers for saving leftovers?” she asked as she opened another cabinet door.

     Leftovers?  What leftovers?  They had eaten TV dinners and everything was already cleaned up!  “Top cabinet in the corner,” he replied, mystified by her request.

     She opened the cabinet and immediately saw the few containers that he owned.  Each one had a plastic lid already attached.  She had to reach way up, standing on her toes to get one, but she couldn’t quite grab the one she wanted. 

      “Would you like me to get it for you?” he asked. 

     She looked at him.  “Why do people always put things up so high?” she asked.  But she backed away, giving him plenty of room.

     He got up and walked over to the cabinet.  “Which one?” he asked. 

      “Take them all down so I can see them.”

     The reach was fairly high for him too, but not nearly as bad as it was for her.  For some reason he got the impression that the fact that he could reach them and she couldn’t was making her angry.  When they were all down, he asked.  “Anything else?”

     Frustrated that he could so easily do what she couldn’t, she sulkingly said, “No!”  He backed out of the way again. 

     She looked at each container carefully, trying to guess which one would work the best.  She really had no clue what to expect.  Momma wanted him to do it every night.  Would she need a really big one?  Finally, she decided on a medium sized container.  She picked it up and stood back again.  “You can put those away now.” 

     Smilingly, he did just as she asked.  At least she didn’t look as mad this time.

      “Wait for me in the unfinished room,” she told him.

     Roger wasn’t happy to hear that at all.  There was too much of a chance she might tie him up again.  “But I’ve been good!” he argued.

      “Just go!” she ordered.

     Silently, he did as he was told.  When he turned into the unfinished bedroom where he had spent so many miserable hours, he noticed that she continued on towards the master bedroom.  It was the first time all afternoon that she wasn’t in sight.  But she returned quickly, the plastic leftover container in one hand, and the handcuffs in her other hand. 

      “Strip!” she commanded.  “Just leave your bra on.”

Her command didn’t really surprise him.  Well, the part about the bra did a little.  Slowly, he removed all his clothes until he was left with only the bra and the tee-shirts she had made him stuff into it. 

      “On your knees!” she ordered.  “Back up to one of those boards and put your legs around it!”

     Roger wasn’t happy at all, it looked like he was in for more misery, but he did as she directed.  She swiftly went through to the other side of the stud wall and before he knew it, she had his ankles tied together with the wall stud between them.  He wasn’t going anywhere again! 

      “Right hand!” she ordered.  Hating having to do it, he reached back with his right hand and felt her quickly snapping handcuffs to his wrist.  He started to bring his other arm back too, but she continued pulling on his right arm until it met up with the rope cuffs on his ankles.  He heard a click, and he couldn’t bring his arm back anymore.  She had attached the arm to his ankles but left his other arm free.  It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but she had already done far worse.

     She stood in front of him and stared at him.  She needed him to do as her mother wanted, but now she saw another problem – the tape was still in place, holding his manhood back between his legs.  “Get that tape off of there!”

     Being right-handed, and only having his left hand to work with, made the impossible task all that much more difficult.  Not being able to see what he was doing didn’t help either, because the way she had restrained him coupled with the huge mass of faux breasts attached to his chest didn’t give him any chance at all of seeing much of anything down there.  He did his best though to pry the tape up and pull it with his fingers, but the way it was stuck to all his hair made it way too painful to just rip off.  It was very slow going, and very painful!  But he too wanted the darn tape gone!

     Carol sat in the chair and watched him impatiently.  Why couldn’t he just rip it off?  She listened to his whining as he let out small little cries of pain each time he pulled at it.  A few minutes later, there were tears forming in his eyes.  As much as she enjoyed seeing him miserable and crying, she didn’t want to wait all night.  And with as little progress as he seemed to be making, it looked like it was going to take just that long!   

     Too impatient with his progress, she got up out of her chair and went over to him.  She didn’t want to touch him down there, but it looked like she wasn’t going to have a choice.  She knocked his hand out of the way.  She could see that the inch or so of tape that he had managed to remove so far was thickly covered with his hair that had been pulled out.  She grabbed what she could and yanked for all she was worth.  He screamed bloody murder as the tape started to rip free – then slipped out of her hand. 

     He was crying and screaming and grabbing at his groin as if the world were coming to an end.  “Oh shut up you baby!  It can’t be that bad!”  She reached for the tape again, but his hand covering it wouldn’t move.  He began cursing a blue streak at her.  Angry, she got to her feet and stomped out of the room.  When she came back, she didn’t go into the room with him, but rather into the room on the other side of the stud wall where she would be behind him.  She had a length of rope in her hands. 

     She reached around him and tried to grab his free hand, but he was too intent on keeping it in place, covering his still stinging groin.  Frustrated, she went back through the wall with her rope.  He tried to fight her off, but having just the one hand to work with made her more than a match for him.  It took a minute, but she finally got one end of the rope tied around his wrist.  She stood back and pulled hard.  Fighting her now, he pulled back too.  She made progress, but it was difficult.  She ran to the side of him going back through the stud wall a few feet away, pulling the rope around one of the studs.  She pulled hard, putting her weight behind it as gradually his hand came further and further away from his private parts… until finally it was all the way up against the wall stud the rope was pulled around.  She quickly wrapped the rope all the way around both the stud and his wrist and tied them off.  He couldn’t protect himself now.  He was squirming and cursing at her like she couldn’t believe. 

     Going back through the stud wall, she spotted the stained pink panties that had filled his mouth before.  She picked them up, they were mostly dry to the touch now, but she could still smell them.  She brought them closer and closer to his head, intent on stuffing them into his mouth.  He shook his head violently back and forth so she couldn’t do what she wanted to do with them.  He closed his mouth tightly.  With his arms completely out of the way, she grabbed his head and held it still.  She had to hold his nose to get him to open his mouth, and the moment he did, she started stuffing the foul panties inside.  Further and further, till they completely filled his mouth.  His shouts were nothing but muffled moans now.  Quickly, she grabbed the tape and began wrapping it around his head so he couldn’t get them out again. 

     Only when she had finished did she allow herself a moment to stand back and relax.  He was crying again – the big baby.  What could have been so bad about pulling on the tape that would cause that kind of reaction?  He had fought her, and fought her hard.  But she had won.  She should have felt elated, but all she felt was perturbed because she had to wrestle with him in the first place. 

      “I actually thought you were going to like what I have to make you do,” she said to him.  “But now I hope it only makes you more miserable!”  With that, she once again grabbed the tape that was still attached to him.  The free end was longer now and gave her a much better grip.  He suddenly began moaning in fear through his gag and trying to shake himself free, but he had nowhere to go.  Bracing herself, she gave the tape a huge pull and managed to rip it all off in one big swish.  He screamed into his gag again and began crying in earnest.  His head banged a few times against the wall stud behind him and she was worried that he might hurt himself.  Fortunately, he quickly stopped that. 

     She threw the tape she had ripped off into a corner of the room and sat back in her chair to watch him.  Slowly, very slowly, he stopped fussing and just sat and cried.  She let him shed his tears for a few minutes, but she didn’t want to wait forever.  His male thingy was visible again.  The top of it looked bright red from where the tape had been stuck to it and then ripped off.  She was sure it probably hurt a bit, but that wasn’t her problem. 

     She picked up the plastic container again and took the lid off.  She placed it in front of him.  “I need you to do something now,” she said.  “I’m going to untie your hand from the board.”  He made no reaction at all other than his continued crying.  Cautiously, she untied the rope and freed his left arm.  She watched as he immediately grabbed his male thingy with that hand and squeezed it protectively.  She expected it to grow larger again, but it didn’t.  It did nothing at all.  Had she damaged it somehow? 

     His free hand suddenly went up to the tape that was wrapped around his head, holding the panties firmly in his mouth.  She grabbed his arm and pulled it away.  “Don’t touch!” she warned.  “Or those panties will stay there all night again.”  His arm pulled away easily this time and returned to his injured private part. 

     She sat down in her chair again and stared at him intently.  He was finally looking at her.  Though still crying a bit, his eyes looked clearer and more focused.  “I need you to… jerk yourself off into that container… and don’t let any of it miss!”

     Roger just stared at her with disbelief.  She was certifiably crazy!  He couldn’t in a million years do that right now.  All he could do though was to shake his head and try to say “I can’t,” through his gag – which of course she couldn’t understand.

      “I’m waiting,” she said angrily.  “Start playing with it!”

     She just didn’t get it.  Roger shook his head again.  It wouldn’t work even if he wanted it to. 

      “You want those panties out of your mouth?” she asked angrily.

     He nodded.  He desperately wanted them gone.  They not only filled his mouth uncomfortably, but they reeked of stale urine and tasted even worse.

      “Then get busy!  They stay in till you do as you’re told!  Now fill that container!”

     Fill it?  She had to be kidding?  Obviously it was a bad choice of words on her part.  But he did want the panties out of his mouth and she wasn’t giving him much of a choice again.  Reaching down, he grabbed himself with his free hand and started doing what he could.  It was the wrong hand though, which made matters even more difficult. 

      “Why isn’t it getting any bigger?” she asked, angry because nothing seemed to be happening.

     Did she really expect him to answer that?  He just shook his head. 

      “Make it bigger!” she yelled. 

      “He moaned angrily through his gag at her.  He was trying, but she had just hurt him badly down there!  Besides this wasn’t exactly a very sexually stimulating situation – just the opposite in fact.  Geez!  He thought kids knew a lot more about sex now days than she seemed to know. 

     When she still saw nothing happening, she cursed.  She checked her watch.  Darn it!  It was time to call her mother.  She had so much wanted to tell her that she had done as she wanted, but he wasn’t cooperating!  “Keep at it!” she yelled.  “Don’t you dare stop till I can see that thing full!”  Frustrated, she stomped off to make her call.

     Carol dialed the prison number and had to wait while her mother was called to the phone.  “Hi Momma,” she said at last.

     Janice caught the tone of her daughter’s voice.  “What’s wrong dear?  Tell me!”

      “Oh Momma.  He’s not being very cooperative all of a sudden.  I had to fight with him to even get him to try to do… you know… into the plastic container.”

     Janice was instantly worried.  Fight with him?  “Carol, did he hurt you at all?”

      “No, Momma.  He couldn’t.  I had him tied up… mostly.”

      “Mostly?”

      “Yeah.  Just his one hand was free.”

      “Listen dear, you be careful.  Men can be stronger than you think!  They can hurt you before you even know it!”

      “Don’t worry, Momma.  I’m fine.  And I won.  Believe me!”

      “So what happened dear?”

     Carol told her mother exactly what had happened since dinner from beginning to end.  The whole time she was talking, Janice was thinking hard.  When Carol had finished, she said, “Listen dear.  I think when you pulled the tape off, you hurt him.  Probably badly.  And now we’re going to have a bigger problem.”

     Carol was shocked and heartbroken.  “You mean he won’t ever be able to…”

      “No dear,” Janice corrected her daughter.  “I’m sure he’s going to be just fine.  But that area where the tape was is very sensitive.  And pulling all that hair out had to hurt him something fierce.”

      “He did scream like I couldn’t believe,” Carol admitted.  “And you should have heard some of the words that came out of his mouth afterwards!”

     Janice almost laughed.  “I have no doubt.  So he hasn’t been able to make it hard yet?”

      “Not as of when I left him.”

      “Then when we’re done here, let him try a little longer.  If he hasn’t made any progress after a few more minutes, then it’s probably not going to happen tonight.  You’ll have to try again in the morning.”

      “I will, Momma.  One way or another, I’ll make him do it.”

      “Good girl.  But Carol, listen closely.  If you hurt him bad enough for him to fight that hard, then it’s not a good sign.  He’s going to be more unpredictable and harder to control.  Don’t you dare let him loose in any way where he might be able to hurt you before I can figure out what to do with him.”

      “Don’t worry Momma.  I’ve got him completely under control.”

      “I hope so!  Now listen dear.  Tomorrow morning, if you have to get him to try it again and he still isn’t making any progress… you may have to do it for him.”

      “What?  What are you talking about?”

      “Carol, it’s not that hard.  Just tie him up real good so he can’t get in your way.  Then you’re going to have to manipulate him down there yourself till he does it.”

      “Manipulate him?”

      “Yes.  Start by just stroking him softly.  It may take a while, but I think that with your delicate touch he may just come around eventually.  You may have to keep at it for a while.  If he doesn’t start to get hard in half an hour or so, then you may have to try it again later till he does respond.”
      “Half an hour?”

      “It may take that long, dear.  Of course, I’ve known some men who couldn’t even last a minute.”

      “I hope he’s one of those!” Carol exclaimed.

      “I hope so too, dear.  But don’t count on it.  Just keep your touch soft till he starts to grow harder.  The harder he gets, the harder and faster you can manipulate him.”

      “I hope I don’t have to do this, Momma.”

      “I hope so too dear.  But trust me, it’s really not that hard.  And you watch yourself, don’t let any of that nasty stuff touch you!”

      “Don’t worry, Momma, I’ll be careful.  And I’ll take care of it… one way or another!”

      “Good girl, Carol.  Now I’m going to call you tomorrow morning after I’ve had a chance to think about things a bit.  Make sure I’ve got your cell phone number straight.”  Janice rattled off a string of numbers that her daughter had told her earlier and Carol confirmed that it was correct.  “Okay dear.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow.  And you be careful with him!  Remember, he’s a man… he’s dangerous!

     Roger half-heartedly played with his penis, but there was absolutely no joy in it.  No response either… not that he really wanted any.  The darn thing still stung quite a bit too.  He thought he heard her talking to someone in the other room, but he couldn’t hear more than a faint mumble that might have been her voice once in a while.  But he did hear her footsteps when she finally came back again.

      “You still can’t make it work?” she asked with disgust as soon as she saw that the plastic container was still empty.  She wanted to kick him, but she fought the urge.  When she pulled the plastic container away, he took his hand away from himself there.  She could see that the top of it was still red.  Maybe she had hurt him. 

     She went back through the stud wall and grabbed some of the rope and carried it back in front of him.  “Don’t give me any trouble,” she warned.  He didn’t even shake his head.  As she grabbed his free wrist and started tying the rope to it, she saw him lean his head back against the board behind him and close his eyes.  He offered no resistance at all as she pulled his arm out to the next board over and tied it in place.  When she was satisfied that he wasn’t going to get loose in anyway, she stood over him again.  His eyes were still closed.  Was he crying?  With the gag over his mouth, it was hard to tell, but she thought she saw a hint of moisture around both of his eyes. 

      “You can just stay there tonight!” she said with more than a hint of anger still in her voice.  “And think about learning to do as you’re told!  Maybe next time, you’ll be more cooperative.”  He made no reaction at all to her words.  Did he even hear her?  She was sure that he did. 

     She left him and went back out to the living room to watch TV.  A while later, she got bored with the shows and went back to his kitchen where his laptop computer was located.  She went back to the internet, and back to studying the bondage pictures again.  She saw several pictures that gave her ideas and she studied them carefully.  But there was one series of photos that caught her attention more than anything else had.  In a way, they looked rather funny – in a way.  And they definitely gave her ideas.