Female led relationships discussion

What an enjoyable day! Mistress set out piles of sealed envelopes: tasks with time limits, reward slips for completing them promptly and to her liking, and punishment slips if I fell short. The first task envelope instructed me to clean the downstairs bathroom (toilet, shower, and bath) within thirty minutes. Seemed straightforward enough. After a relaxed twenty-minute effort, I showed Mistress the spotless room. “The shower door has streaks; you have nine minutes remaining,” she noted. It wasn’t going to be as simple as it looked! I sprang into action, spraying and scrubbing until all the marks were gone just in time. I opened my first reward envelope. The note read: “Well done Wench, Mistress is pleased with your progress; you may proceed.” I smiled and replied, “Yes Mistress,” while she chuckled. The second task required vacuuming the sitting room, living room, and kitchen within fifteen minutes—five minutes per room! I took off running through each space, actually breaking a sweat. I finished with one minute to spare. My next reward envelope said: “Well done Wench, you may fondle Mistress’s breasts.” Now this was better! I spent what felt like five minutes playing with her glorious chest and burying my face in her cleavage before she signaled it was enough. If there is a day for me to die, I want it happening right then, with my nose pressed into her bosom. The third task envelope ordered me to change the sheets on Mistress’s king-sized bed… in ten minutes!! Unbelievable! I scrambled upstairs, sheets flying everywhere. Mistress came up to count down the final minute and giggle at my frantic movements. It took seventeen minutes total instead of ten. I opened my first punishment slip. “Bad Wench, you will receive ten strokes from Mistress’s whip.” We had recently purchased a leather flogger that we hadn’t used yet. Mistress made me fetch it, lower my trousers, and bend over before her, delivering ten crisp strikes across the bottom. It was the first time she’d flogged me. Later I admitted to her that it wasn’t really painful; in fact, it had turned me on quite a bit. Perhaps if she hits harder next time it will truly feel like punishment, or maybe it’ll just increase my arousal;) The next task envelope instructed me to clean the tops of the filing cabinets in the study. There was quite a pile of clutter there that Mistress had wanted tidied for some time. I had thirty minutes. It seemed she suspected I’d enjoyed the flogging, as she let me open my punishment slip early so I knew what awaited if I failed. The penalty: standing under a cold shower for two minutes. It’s winter where we live! I finished in just ten minutes. My third reward envelope said: “Well done Wench, you may make love to Mistress.” As I jumped up and down with joy on my face, she added, “But not now; tomorrow, when I tell you.” Torture! She is so good at this game. Then she announced that because I’d been such a good Wench, I could open one more reward envelope. This one granted me the right to pleasure her—again, with the caveat: “Today, but only when I say so.” Then she told me I had the rest of the afternoon free until she was ready. So here I sit, sexual tension steaming in my steel pants, waiting for Mistress’s permission to rest my face between her thighs and lick her until she has come as many times as she pleases. God, how much I love her.