It was about nine o'clock on a Saturday morning when Jake was roused from sleep by his phone ringing. He had played a gig last night and he would have normally slept till around noon.

"Good morning, Jake," said a sultry female voice. "Do you know who this is?" He thought for a moment. A number of women could be playing this sort of game with him. He decided it would be best to say he didn't know, rather than give the wrong name and cause any jealousy. "It's Raven. Do you remember me?" she asked in a taunting way.

"Yes, of course I remember you," he said.

A few weeks ago he had met Raven at a gig and had gone home with her, thinking it would be another one night stand. Instead, she had tricked him and he ended up chained at her feet, being punished with a whip and a paddle for sleeping with one of her friends and not calling her back. It had been a humiliating yet strangely arousing experience. His body had been sore for over a day afterwards and he had been leery about taking home women home from gigs since then. She had probably gotten his phone number from her friend.

"Are you alone, or did you have one of your groupie sluts over last night?" she asked in her usual blunt way. Jake told her he was alone. She interrogated him further about his plans for the day but all that Jake had scheduled was another night playing with his band. Raven asked him if he'd like to come over to her house for the day. "I could use your services," she said in a seductive tone. Jake vaguely remembered where she lived so she quickly gave him directions, told him to be over in exactly one hour and then hung up.

Jake hung up the phone and got out of bed. He was mind was still fuzzy from sleep and he was surprised that Raven would want to have him over. There was no reason he could think of why she would want to punish him so he felt it was safe to go over, but he still thought he should be on guard. She was very demanding but if it was sex that she wanted, Jake was sure that he could satisfy her.

He showered and had a quick bite to eat. She didn't live very far away and he pulled in the driveway of her townhouse right on time. Jake didn't think it would be smart to show up a minute late or early. As he walked up to the front door he saw that it was slightly open. He was about to walk in, but thought about it for a moment. Remembering that Raven was tricky, he rang the doorbell instead. He heard it chime off in the distance inside her house. There was no answer. After waiting a while, he pushed the door open cautiously.

"Raven?" He called out. "It's Jake." He stepped inside, peeking behind the door as he did. He closed the door behind him and as he walked from the foyer into the living room, he heard the clicking of high heels behind him and the solid chunking sound of the front door being locked. As he turned around he realized that Raven had been hiding in a small bathroom off to the side of the front door.

"Hello, Jake," she said with a devious smile. "I'm so glad you could come over." Raven was decked out in black leather. She was wearing what looked like the same form fitting lace up vest as the last time, with long gloves that went just past her elbows. Her tight leather pants looked as if they had been painted on and they disappeared inside the tops of spike heeled boots that rose almost up to her knees, and in one hand she held the dreaded riding crop.

"Why do you look so alarmed?" she taunted him as she walked slowly towards him. Jake didn't know what to do.

"Raven, there's no reason to punish me. Please, put the whip down," he was surprised that his voice had practically trailed off to a whimper.

"Oh Jake, you poor boy," she said and slowly reached out her riding crop and gently caressed his cheek with the tip of it. "I'm not going to punish you. Unless you give me a reason to." She added sternly. "Take off your clothes," she ordered. Jake didn't even think and quickly stripped down to his bikini briefs, leaving his clothing in a sloppy pile on the carpet. "Take that off too," she commanded, lightly striking the bulge in his shorts with the crop. Once Jake was completely naked Raven told him to get on his knees. "Did you lie to me about being free all day?" Raven asked.

"No," Jake answered meekly.

"I told you I could use your services. Now what do think I meant by that?" she asked.

"Uh, sex?" whispered Jake. Raven gave a deep mocking laugh.

"A slut boy like you isn't worthy of getting into bed with me. I have other plans. As long as you do what I say, we'll get along just fine. Now go downstairs to my playroom," she commanded and pointed her riding crop at what Jake knew was the basement door.

Jake got up and was evidently walking too slowly towards the door because Raven struck him on ass with her crop. He hurried down the stairs, Raven taking her time, high heels clicking menacingly on the treads.

The finished basement room was just as he remembered it. The pool table, the bar. He cast a nervous glance at the brass foot rail at the base of the bar which he had been handcuffed to the last time he was here. Her bag of toys was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't ease his mind.

"Put this on," he heard her say and he spun around just in time to catch a small piece of black leather. It was a thong. As Jake pulled it on he found that the waist strap was just his size but the pouch was very small and Raven insisted that he get all of his partially erect cock inside it. "You might as well put it away since you won't need it for anything other than going to the bathroom today," she said. Ordering him on his knees once again, she reached behind the bar and got a wide spiked leather collar and put it around his neck. "Now you're my slave boy," she said. "You know what I have in mind for you?" she asked.

"You're going to punish me?" Jake asked.

"You're really stupid," Raven said and lightly slapped his cheek. "I told you that I wouldn't punish you unless you gave me a reason to. As long as you obey me for the rest of the day, you'll be fine. If you don't, then you'll be playing your guitar tonight with a sore ass. Good thing you don't sit down while you play," she laughed. "Now, you've been pretty obedient so far, but perhaps I should remind you what will happen if you displease me."

Jake told her that he knew very well what would happen, but he did as Raven commanded and bent over the pool table so she could strike him on the buttocks ten times with her crop. He flinched in pain with each stroke, and just when he thought it was over she hit him on the backs of his thighs several times.

"Now," she said. "Get back on your knees and I'll show you what I have in mind." Jake watched with dread as Raven walked across the room to a set of louvered wooden doors. As she pulled them open slowly, Jake was surprised to see a washer and dryer with laundry baskets piled on them. "You can breath now, slave. I don't know what you were expecting back here," she said.

Raven asked Jake a number of questions about doing laundry and once she was satisfied that he knew how to sort clothing and run the machines she told him to get to work and join her upstairs when the first load was in.

There were four baskets of clothing and as Raven had suggested it was easiest to sort them on the pool table. As he did so, he thought about his situation. Once again, Raven had tricked him. His car keys and clothes were upstairs so he couldn't just run away. Although he was somewhat afraid of Raven, he believed that she was telling the truth and would let him go in time to make it to his gig that night. He suspected that if she had him doing laundry right now, she might have other domestic chores planned for him. If that was the case it wouldn't be that tough, although knowing Raven the little that he did, he was sure that he would end up taking some punishment before it was all over and that made him a little uneasy.

Jake also thought that spending the day at her house might enable him to learn more about her, and even though she said he was not worthy of getting in bed with her, he would have all day to try and work his charm on her.

After going through all the baskets, Jake was a little surprised that there weren't any bras or panties in them. He couldn't figure that out. Most of her clothes were the sort of thing a lady would wear to the office, and the others were sweats for working out at a gym. This didn't surprise him because she had a fantastic body.

Before starting the washing machine he peeked behind the bar where she had gotten his collar. There was a small refrigerator below the bar and open shelves with glasses and utensils on them, but nothing out of the ordinary. Once the washing machine was started he went upstairs.

Raven was lounging on her sofa and she ordered Jake to crawl across the floor and kneel in front of her. As he did so, he noticed that his clothes were nowhere to be seen. Raven rested one of her spike heeled boots on his shoulder.

"Did you notice that I didn't leave any of my underwear down there?" she asked. Jake nodded. "I thought it would distract you and get you in trouble, so I'll do that myself later." Raven then gave him what seemed like a well rehearsed speech. She told him that she had a number of household chores for him to do that day and although she wouldn't be constantly looking over his shoulder, she would be supervising his work. Late afternoon she would evaluate the quality of his services and punish him for any sloppiness or work not completed. Jake should not try to engage her in any conversation unless he needed more work to do, and at those times he should address her as Mistress Raven. Jake would be required to ask permission to use the bathroom and if she caught him masturbating he would be very sorry.

Raven decided that he would clean one floor at a time, starting with her basement playroom, as she called it. Without getting up from the sofa, she told him where the vacuum cleaner and dust cloths were and she told him to get busy. She added that she expected him to do a quick, yet thorough job. Without saying a word, Jake took the equipment downstairs.

From what he had seen so far, Raven lived very cleanly. It really didn't take him much time to clean the playroom and laundry closet. He didn't find anything interesting except for two dirty glasses in the small sink behind the bar. One had traces of her lipstick on it. Jake wasn't sure if these were left over from his visit a few weeks ago, or if she had another guest since then. There was nothing to clean them with so after checking over the downstairs one last time, he took them up to the kitchen.

Raven was not in the living room and he thought he heard typing on a computer upstairs.

"Mistress Raven," he called up the stairs, finding the title Mistress to be a bit awkward and silly at the same time.

"Come up here, slave," she ordered. At the top of the stairs was a short hallway. He could see through an open doorway that the front room was her bedroom, there was a bathroom in the middle, and the back bedroom had been set up as an office. Some paperwork was spread out on the desk and she was working on a spreadsheet on her computer. It looked a little silly to see her dressed in her leather outfit doing office work, but he didn't dare say so.

Jake tried to see what type of work she was doing while he stood in the doorway but before long she was giving him a list of things to do on the first floor and telling him where things were located. One thing she expected him to do was water some plants out back. When he asked if he could at least put on his jeans before going outside, she just laughed at him. Jake humbly went downstairs.

The combination living room dining room was cleaned as easily as the basement. There wasn't any mail or magazines lying around with her name on them. Jake did wonder if Raven was her real first or last name. The kitchen sink was partially full of dishes, which he put in the dishwasher and switched it on. Although the kitchen and small downstairs bathroom were clean, he took special care in wiping things down and mopping the floors because he thought these things might be checked more thoroughly.

After putting another load of clothes in the washing machine Jake started to get a little frustrated. He was doing all this housework which was simple, but rather boring. Since he wasn't allowed to speak to Raven unless it was work related, his chances of sweet talking her into bed did not look good. Although he wasn't having much fun, there didn't seem to be much he could do about it. Raven's presence was so intimidating and he felt helpless against her. All he could think of to do was finish out the day as her slave and never come back again.

He was about to go up to her office for another work assignment when he remembered about watering the plants in the back. One wall of the living room had a sliding glass door covered with a flowing translucent curtain. Jake pushed back the curtain and peeked outside.

There was a small patio in the back with a number of potted flowers and plants on metal stands. There were privacy fences that screened it from the neighboring patios on either side, but the rear of the patio was wide open. Across the lawn was the side of another condo building. The side of that building didn't have any windows, making Raven's patio reasonably private, but he could see that there was a sidewalk beside the other building and he hoped that no one would walk by while he was outside.

It was early in the spring but still a little cool outside, especially if you are barefooted on a concrete patio and wearing only a thong and a collar. He found the watering can in a storage box on one side of the patio and filled it at the faucet beside the sliding glass door. As he was watering plants at the rear edge of the patio he looked up at Raven's office window. The sunlight was reflecting on the glass and he could not tell if she was watching him or not. Jake also realized at that time that the patio was in plain view of her neighbors' second floor windows on either side. Although he felt very confident of his body, he was very uncomfortable being almost naked on the patio.

As Jake was finishing up, he heard a noise and turned to see a man with curly brown hair walking a golden retriever down the sidewalk. The man only gave Jake a brief glance but walked on by without slowing down. Perhaps stranger things had been seen on Raven's patio.

Raven was calling Jake from the top of the stairs when he went back inside. When he went to her office she told him to fix her some lunch and bring it to her. She told him what to make and where everything was located. Jake was told he could fix a lunch for himself but he should eat quickly downstairs and get back to work.

As she was giving Jake directions, his eyes wandered around her office. He noticed that there weren't any photos around of friends and family, which he thought was odd, but he did see a stack of opened envelopes, perhaps bills, in a bin on one corner of the desk. If he got only a minute alone in the office he thought he could at least learn her full name.

The kitchen was small but functional and it didn't take long for Jake to fix the lunches. He took Raven's upstairs and then went back to the kitchen to eat his. At this time, the telephone rang. He knew better than to answer it, but he saw part of the phone on the wall light up and he realized that it was a caller I.D. display. Curious, he went over to look at the name. Smith, and then a local phone number. Raven had picked up the phone upstairs and although he couldn't hear any of the conversation, from the tone in her voice he figured it must be one of her girlfriends.

There was a pad of paper and a pen on the kitchen counter. Jake thought about writing Smith's phone number down, although he wasn't sure what he would do with it, and he couldn't just put the piece of paper in his pocket for later. He tore the top sheet off the note pad, wrote down the phone number of Raven's friend, and then stashed the slip of paper under the silverware holder in the top kitchen drawer. He planned to smuggle it out later if possible, and if that was not possible he would be long gone before Raven would find it. Jake was quite pleased with his plan.

She was on the phone with Smith for quite a while. In fact she was still talking when Jake had finished his lunch and went upstairs for more work. Raven's plate was empty on the desk and he took the initiative to pick it up.

"Slave," Raven said without covering the mouthpiece on the phone. "Wait for me outside my office after you take those dishes downstairs." Then she was back to her phone conversation, laughing with her friend, probably on Jake's behalf.

When he got back upstairs he only had to wait a moment before Raven hung up the phone. She told him to get a few items from the vanity in her bedroom. Nail polish, file, and other related items.

When Jake returned to her office, Raven had pushed her chair away from the desk. She had removed her long gloves earlier to do work on the computer and as Jake knelt beside her chair she held out her hands to show him her nails. Raven explained that she normally got professional manicures on a regular basis but she hadn't had time this month because of her busy work schedule. Jake took the opportunity to ask Raven what kind of work she did.

"I told you not to speak to me unless it's related to a task I've given you," Raven scolded. She quickly snatched her riding crop up off the desk.

"No! Please," Jake begged, but he submitted when Raven ordered him to bend over the desk. She severely thrashed his buttocks for several minutes until they were a deep red. Raven sat back down, obviously annoyed at being interrupted by her slave.

She continued explaining that she expected Jake to remove the slightly flaked polish from her nails, do a little trimming and filing, and then repaint them with another shade of polish.

"I'm very particular about my nails," Raven said. "Even if you've never done this before I'm going to make sure you do it right, or I'll whip your ass again."

Jake was afraid of making mistakes and so he was a little shaky. Raven was delighted at the fear she had instilled in him. The only part Jake had trouble with was the nail polish. It either came out too thick or required too many brushstrokes, which Raven thought was sloppy and insisted on them being redone. The second hand was a little bit easier to do.

Jake thought that Raven would give him a list of chores to do upstairs next. Instead, she told him to remove her boots. She placed one spike heeled boot quite heavily in his lap as he was kneeling in front of her, and he slowly unzipped it. Removing her boot, he saw that her tight black leather pants were nicely tapered to just above her ankles. Raven wore tiny white cotton ankle socks on her feet and Jake thought they looked rather silly with the leather pants. She quickly ordered him to take off her socks.

As Jake was about to set the socks aside, Raven instructed him to hold them up tightly to his nose and breathe deeply. Jake inhaled the musky aroma of warm leather and light sweat. He found it strangely arousing and his cock tried to straighten out in the confines of his skimpy thong.

"Oh, do you like the way that smells, Jake?" Raven asked, noticing Jake's straining member.

"Yes, Mistress Raven," he answered softly through the cotton. She then held one foot up to his face and ordered him to kiss it, which he did without hesitation. Raven had Jake kiss her feet all over and suck on her toes. He found this very exciting, especially when Raven began stroking one foot along the bulging pouch of his thong.

Just when Jake thought he would explode, Raven commanded him to trim and then paint her toenails. She was obviously satisfied at Jake's sexual frustration.

"Do you have a foot fetish, slave?" It was more of a taunt than a question, and Jake simply nodded his head.

When her toenails were freshly painted, she had him lightly blow on them to dry the polish. Then Raven ordered Jake to put her socks and boots back on. After he had zipped up the second boot, she said,

"My boots look a little dusty. I want you to clean them with your tongue. Now."

Jake, totally aroused by handling Raven's sexy feet and boots, readily obeyed. He thoroughly licked both boots, with extra emphasis on the tall spike heels, as commanded by Raven. It seemed to Jake as if he had been licking Raven's boots for a long time, although he didn't mind, when she suddenly pulled away and told him that he should take care of some more laundry and then come back upstairs to do some cleaning.

Jake practically limped down the two flights of stairs to the basement, his aroused cock straining inside the leather thong. In the privacy of the basement he pulled down the thong, releasing his erection so it could have some room to breath. While sorting through some of Raven's workout clothes and getting them ready for the washing machine, he came across a sexy looking red half shirt. He held it up to his face and could smell the faint aroma of her sweat and some kind of perfume.

Although he remembered Raven's stern warning against masturbating, he was too excited to care. Jake wrapped the shirt around his swollen member and started stroking it. He was confident that the job would only take a few minutes at best, then he would quickly throw the shirt in the washing machine and Raven would never suspect a thing.

At last, the building pressure in his loins was relieved, blasting his load into the shirt. He was breathing sighs of relief when suddenly Raven appeared from around the corner. She had suspected that something like this might happen, and had taken off her high heeled boots to move quietly down the stairs and catch her slave in the act.

Jake was terrified. He dropped to his knees and started begging for forgiveness.

"I can't believe what you've done to my shirt," Raven said. "If you are truly sorry, then lick it clean!"

Jake was disgusted by the idea of tasting his own fluids, but he had no other choice since Raven was holding her riding crop in one hand and a familiar set of handcuffs in the other.

"Does it taste good?" she asked as he licked his mess off of the fabric.

"No, Mistress Raven," Jake said humbly between licks.

"I'll bet you like to get blow jobs from your little groupie sluts. You like to squirt that nasty stuff in their mouths. It's time you got a taste of it for yourself."

Suddenly she grabbed one of his wrists and had it secured in a handcuff. Then she dragged him over to the bar and despite his begging and pleading, Jake found himself cuffed to the brass foot rail. Without saying a word, Raven went quickly up the stairs. Jake knew she would be back soon and he was not looking forward to her return.

Before long there was the menacing clicking of spike heels on the wooden stairs. She stood over Jake and he saw that in addition to putting her boots back on, she had her hair pulled back as she had done the first time he was punished in her playroom. She was also carrying the familiar black leather bag, which Jake knew contained her various instruments of pain.

She set the bag on the bar and quickly pulled out a whip. It had a polished wooden handle and a number of medium length, wide leather tails. Raven ordered Jake to get up on his knees, elbows on the floor, with his buttocks high in the air. It was obvious that she wasn't going to tease him and build up any kind of dramatic anticipation, but was going to get right down to business.

Raven began beating his raised ass with the whip, working into a nice rhythm with each blow landing perfectly centered. Jake began to moan in pain.

"Shut up and take it like a man, you little bitch," Raven scolded. Jake tried to stay quiet, but the pain was unbearable and he began to tremble. Finally he yelled out,

"Mistress Raven! Please stop! I'm begging you! I can't take it any more!"

Raven let out a sigh of disgust. She momentarily set the whip down and removed Jake's leather thong.

"I don't want to hear you whining like a little girl," Raven said and grabbed him fiercely by the hair, then started stuffing the thong in his mouth. Jake didn't know which was worse, the musky taste of his sweaty thong, or just the idea of it being forced into his mouth. He could have spit it out, but Raven warned him that she would tie it in place if he did.

She then picked up the whip and started thrashing his buttocks once again. Jake was sobbing in pain, tears welling up in his eyes. Raven was breathing heavily, angry that she had to take the time to punish her slave, yet enjoying reducing Jake to a groveling wreck.

"I hope that orgasm was real good," Raven taunted him. "Was it worth the punishment, slave?"

Jake just sobbed and shook his head. Then Raven started whipping the backs of his thighs and he jumped at each stroke. Fortunately she didn't do this for very long, and then ordered Jake to roll over on his back. The thick carpet on the floor did little to cushion his sore buttocks.

Raven rummaged through her bag. Jake was delighted that she had set the whip down, but was terrified as to what she might have in store next.

Pulling out the black leather ankle cuffs, she quickly secured them on her slave. She then produced a piece of rope and expertly tied it from the ankle cuffs to one leg of the near by pool table, stretching Jake out on his back on the floor.

"I'm going to see that you won't have any use for your worthless penis for the rest of the day," she said menacingly, and pulled out what looked like a miniature version of her riding crop. Kneeling on the floor beside her helpless slave, she grabbed his cock in one hand, and firmly slapped the bottom of his balls with the small crop. A quick flick of the wrist was all it took to make her slave recoil in agony. He instinctively tried to bring up his legs to protect his genitals, but it was useless since his ankles were secured to the leg of the pool table. Jake's eyes were wide with terror and his screams muffled by the leather thong still stuffed in his mouth.

Jake didn't bother to count the number of times she slapped him on his balls, and even though it wasn't very many, he felt much too weak to move.

Raven commanded him to spit out the thong, which he did and it fell beside his head. She then checked his bonds and made sure that his circulation hadn't been cut off.

"I'm finished punishing you for now, but since you disobeyed me and we had to take this little break, I doubt that you will be able to get all your chores done today, and that will mean more punishment for you later," his Mistress threatened.

"I have a little errand to run. I'll be gone for about an hour, and since you've shown me that you can't be trusted, I'll just have to leave you as you are."

Jake didn't say a word as Raven got up. He was simply relieved that the punishment session was over. She went up the stairs, leaving her leather bag on the bar.

Jake assumed that Raven had changed clothes, since it was a while before he heard the front door open and close. Then he heard the muffled rumbling of the garage door opener.

He had parked in the driveway, blocking the garage door, so she probably got his car keys from his jeans and parked it on the street. Once again there was a rumbling of the door going down.

Although Raven was probably only gone for an hour, it seemed to Jake like a long time. He rolled over on his side to take the pressure off his sore buttocks. His balls still hurt badly and had drawn up tightly against his body, as if trying to make a more difficult target for Raven.

Looking around the basement, the wide tails of the whip hung over the edge of the bar. Jake was somewhat surprised that they weren't covered with his blood. Her red workout shirt lay on the floor not far away. He looked up at the remaining laundry on the pool table, estimated what time it was, and realized that there wouldn't be enough time to finish it. Then something about the pool table caught his eye.

Just under the edge of the table, there were thick metal rings, evenly spaced on both the side and end, which were visible to him. Jake assumed that these rings were fastened all the way around the under side of the table, and normally out of sight. He could only imagine that they were used for tying someone down on the pool table for some kind of horrible punishment or torture session. He tried to put that thought out of his mind.

He looked at the handcuffs that secured him to the brass foot rail. They weren't the toy kind that he had used with a girlfriend years ago. The Smith and Wesson logo was clearly engraved on the lock housing. Genuine police issue. It would be impossible for him to break out of them. The cuffs, which bound his ankles, were made of wide and thick leather straps, with heavy buckles and hardware fastening them together. The rope, which bound them to the leg of the pool table, was at least 1/2" thick. Much too heavy for him to break.

Upstairs, he heard a phone ring. It rang four times and was silent. He assumed that an answering machine had picked it up.

Eventually, the boredom became too much and Jake started to drift off to sleep. He was suddenly awoken by a muffled rumbling, which he knew was the garage door opener. His Mistress Raven had returned.

"How are you doing, slave" she called down from the top of the stairs.

"I'm still in pain, but otherwise I'm okay," Jake answered.

He expected Raven to come downstairs, release him, and put him back to work. Instead he had to wait a while before she came downstairs, and he assumed that she was changing into her black leather.

Jake's body tensed up when he heard the familiar sound of her heels on the stairs. Dressed in her leather pants, vest, gloves, and boots as he expected, Jake was relieved to see that she wore her hair down. He assumed this meant no more punishment, for now.

Raven released her naked slave and ordered him to go upstairs and use the bathroom by the front door. As he hurried up the stairs, she stayed in the basement and packed items back into her black leather bag.

Jake was relieved to be released from his bonds and have a private moment away from his mistress. Not to mention, he did have to use the bathroom rather urgently.

He had quickly cleaned this bathroom earlier, which didn't take long since it evidently didn't get used very much, but this was the first time he took in any of the detail. It was a very small bathroom, barely large enough for the toilet and sink. Instead of a medicine cabinet above the sink, there was a mirror hanging in what looked like a picture frame. This gave him an idea, but he would have to try it later.

Raven was waiting for him outside the bathroom. She handed him a contraption of wide leather straps.

"Since you've shown that you can't be trusted, you'll have to wear this chastity belt," she commanded.

Jake fumbled with the buckles since he wasn't sure how to put it on. Raven gave a sigh of disgust, and quickly fastened the wide leather belt around his waist. There was a thick leather pouch, similar to a thong, and a strap from its base was drawn up tightly between his butt cheeks and buckled to the back of the waist belt. Then Raven secured each buckle with a small padlock.

"You could still probably play with yourself, but you'd have no way to clean up the mess, so don't think you can get away with it. That is, unless you enjoyed getting your balls slapped," she said mockingly. Jake just stared at the floor.

Raven ordered Jake to continue with the laundry and then come up to her office for more work. He meekly went downstairs, not wishing to upset his Mistress again.

Jake hurriedly started the washing machine and folded the clothes, which had come out of the dryer. He picked his leather thong up off the floor, not sure what to do with it, and simply lay it on the pool table with the other clothes. He did make a quick inspection of the pool table and confirmed his suspicions that the metal rings had been fastened all the way around the perimeter, just out of sight. Raven had obviously taken her bag and whips upstairs with her, since they were no where to be found.

When passing by the kitchen on his way up to Raven's office, he stopped in to check the earlier phone call on the caller I.D. display. It was only listed as a call from a cell phone, no name, just the number.

Realizing that Raven had probably heard him downstairs and was probably wondering what was keeping him, Jake had what he though to be a moment of brilliance. The dishwasher had stopped long ago, and he set about emptying it. He occasionally clinked dishes together loudly so she would hear what he was doing and not come downstairs. In the middle of this, he managed to remove his secret slip of paper from the bottom of the silverware drawer, write down the cell phone number on it, and tuck it behind the bathroom mirror. He had also planned to write down Raven's number too, but it wasn't displayed in the usual place on the phone.

The plan was that whenever Raven finally let him go, he would ask to use the bathroom. Then he would be dressed and could retrieve the slip of paper and put it in his pocket. He wasn't really sure what he would do with these phone numbers, but he liked the idea of having some sort of information about the mysterious Raven.

When Jake finally entered Raven's office, he found that she had removed her long leather gloves and was once again working at her computer.

"What took you so long?" she demanded. Jake explained that he had unloaded the dishwasher, although he was pretty sure she knew that anyway. "Come here," she ordered. Making Jake stand beside her desk chair, she inspected and tugged at the straps of his chastity belt. She squeezed his aching balls for just a moment, then spun him around and slapped him once on the ass with her bare hand. She then commanded him to clean the bathroom, which was just outside the office door.

The second floor bathroom obviously got the most use. Although it was clean by most people's standards, it was the dirtiest room in Raven's house. After retrieving the cleaning supplies and mop from downstairs, he quickly got to work. Jake was stressed. He wanted to do a thorough job, but was aware of the limited time. There was still the office and bedroom to clean, although it didn't look like there would be much work in either of those rooms.

After finishing the bathroom, Jake reported to his Mistress. She put him to work dusting and straightening her office as she worked. He tried to catch a few glimpses as to what she was doing on her computer, but was not able to make out anything other than that she was working on some complicated spreadsheet.

When he finished, she ordered him into the bedroom. The bed was unmade, but otherwise the room was nearly spotless. Raven said that she couldn't trust leaving him alone in her bedroom and stood threateningly in the doorway as he dusted furniture and straightened out her vanity table.

She then had him remove the covers from the bed and flip the mattress over. While Jake did this he looked for any stains left from sexual activity. He couldn't help it. He though he spotted something on the bottom sheet, a sign that a man may have been in her bed, but he'd have to check it later in the privacy of the basement. What man would Raven consider worthy of joining her in bed? It was then that he realized that he was holding yet another load of laundry. A quick glance at the bedroom clock made him realize that there wouldn't be enough time to get it done.

On one of the night stands was a phone that had an answering machine built in. The message light was blinking and Jake was sure that Raven had seen it. He thought that he might be able to eavesdrop on the message left by the person who called from their cell phone.

Raven ordered her slave to set the pile of dirty sheets at the top of the stairs and then she selected a new set from a linen closet in the hallway. The new sheets were a deep blue satin, and there was a matching comforter in silver and blue satin. The image of his beautiful mistress lying naked on those satin sheets filled Jake's mind, and despite his sore groin, his cock squirmed in the confines of the chastity belt.

As commanded, Jake rushed the dirty sheets down to the basement where he was to drop them off and come upstairs immediately with the vacuum cleaner. On his way down the basement steps, he rolled the sheets over in his hands until he found what he was looking for. He had found what were often referred to as peter tracks on one half of the bottom sheet. Evidently his Mistress Raven had a male guest share her bed recently.

As Jake came back up to the second floor with the vacuum cleaner, he heard a message being played on the bedroom answering machine. Raven had the volume turned down low and Jake could only tell that it was a man's voice. The message was brief and before he could make out anything there was the long beep signifying it was over.

Not sure if Raven would return the call right away from the bedroom phone, and not wanting to show any interest in what she was doing, Jake plugged the vacuum cleaner into an outlet in the hallway, switched on the machine and wheeled it into her unoccupied office.

As he was vacuuming around the desk he noticed that the computer monitor had been switched off. He spotted the bin of mail and was tempted to check out some envelopes to find out Raven's real name. However, with the noise of the vacuum cleaner, he didn't want to take the risk of her slipping into the room and catching him.

Finishing the office, he started vacuuming his way down the short hallway towards the bedroom. Raven was sitting on the edge of the freshly made bed and talking on the phone. Truly a beautiful sight. Jake switched off the vacuum, unsure of what to do. She turned towards the bedroom door, and without covering the mouthpiece of the phone, said,

"Slave, vacuum the stairs." Evidently none of Raven's associates would find it odd for her to pause in a conversation and bark orders to a slave. As Jake slowly maneuvered the vacuum from one carpeted stair down to the next, he wondered just how many slaves Raven might have had, or for that matter, currently had.

She was obviously skilled at intimidating and dominating men, had a small leather wardrobe that he knew of, which could be more extensive, and there was her dreadful bag of whips and cuffs which she wielded with a confidence that only years of experience could bring.

By the time Jake reached the bottom of the stairs he saw Raven at the top. She had apparently ended her phone call, so he lugged the vacuum back up the stairs to do the bedroom.

She stood in the doorway, supervising, as he vacuumed around the bed and few pieces of furniture in the room. When he finished, he noticed that she was holding her riding crop in one hand, and the black leather bag in the other.

"Well, slave," she said. "Your time here is almost up. I'll tell you right now that I will be punishing you because you didn't finish the laundry. If you had been a good boy and kept your hands out of your pants there would have been time for you to get everything done. That should be a lesson to you for the next time you come over to serve me. And I can almost guarantee that there will be a next time, but I'll explain that later. Now, I suggest you do this the easy way and go down to my playroom without making a fuss. Otherwise I am going to punish you more severely. Now go!"

Jake was terrified, but realized that it would be of no use to beg for her mercy. He slipped past her in the doorway, avoiding any eye contact, and headed right for the basement.

She followed close behind. When he reached the foyer at the bottom of the stairs, Jake thought for a moment about unlocking the front door and making a run for it. He wasn't sure which would be worse, facing another punishment session with Raven, or the humiliation of being chased out into the complex wearing only a leather chastity belt. He turned towards the basement stairs. The playroom, as she always called it. Jake had no intention of ever returning here, although Raven had assured him that he would. What could she possibly have in mind?

Jake humbly held out his hands when ordered by Raven. He did not dare resist her. She placed a set of handcuffs on each wrist and led him over to a doorway in the corner of the finished basement. Jake knew from cleaning the basement earlier, that this door covered a small closet containing the furnace and water heater. Raven opened the door, grabbed one of his wrists, and quickly fastened the other cuff to a metal ring, which had been attached to the inside of the door frame, about five feet off the floor. Just as quickly, his other wrist was secured to a similar ring on the opposite side of the door frame.

"I know you didn't finish the laundry," Raven said. "I'm going to inspect the work that you have done, and decide just how much more you should be punished." Jake heard her spike heeled boots click up the stairs.

The metal rings inside the doorway were clever, Jake thought. Just like the pool table. He wondered how many other bondage rings he had overlooked down here in her playroom. The leather bag had been tossed down on the floor behind him and to one side. He looked down and saw that the short crop, which she had earlier used to slap his balls, had spilled partially out of the bag.

He could hear her footsteps upstairs, quietly on the carpet, and clicking with an evil tone on the linoleum of the foyer and kitchen floor. She was moving slowly from one room to the next, apparently checking everything. He heard her move into the small bathroom off the foyer. For such a tiny room, she stayed in there for what seemed like an agonizingly long time. Jake's heart was pounding as he thought for a moment that she might find the list of phone numbers he had written down.

"There's no way she would find it," he tried to tell himself, but he was scared. She eventually left the small bathroom and presumably went up to the second floor. It was a long time before he heard her upstairs again. Raven spent more time looking around the first floor, and then began her slow decent of the basement stairs.

She was carrying a small backpack with her when she returned. Just a normal day pack that a college student might carry books in. She tossed it on the floor beside the doorway where Jake was secured. The items inside made a familiar sound as the pack landed, but Jake couldn't quite remember what that noise would be.

Raven then began taking a slow walk around the finished basement. She checked the sink behind the bar. Obviously she remembered the dirty glasses which had been in there. When checking the laundry closet, she stopped the dryer and opened the door. Although Jake couldn't see what she was doing at that point, he recognized the sound of the lint screen being pulled out. She had been very adamant that he clean it after each load, and he had done so. He then saw her inspecting the piles of folded clothes on the pool table, and the remaining items which hadn't been done.

Without saying a word, Raven slowly walked up behind her slave, sensing his tension. He jumped when she grabbed the rear strap of his chastity belt, and she laughed at him.

"Why are you so nervous, slave?" she asked him in her usual mocking tone, and then began to unlock and remove his chastity belt.

"Please don't punish me, Mistress Raven," he begged. "I'll stay until the laundry is done. Anything to not be whipped again." Raven just laughed.

"Oh slave, you won't have time to do the laundry and make it to your gig. You can't keep all your little groupies waiting, can you? Are you willing to tell them that you had been a bad boy and had to get punished by your Mistress Raven?"

"No, Mistress," said the defeated slave.

"I'm sure it would just be too embarrassing for them to know what a little groveling wretch you can be. You know I could easily show up at one of your gigs and tell them. Maybe your groupies would like you to clean their houses, and give you a spanking when you were bad," she laughed and slapped him on the ass with her hand. Compared to the pain he had suffered today, the spank was nothing, but he jumped anyway because he was so nervous. Raven was delighted that her slave was frightened of her and under her complete control.

"For the most part your cleaning job was pretty good, but that doesn't surprise me. If you had been able to keep your hands off yourself and finish the laundry I might have only given you a light paddling." She bent down and picked up the leather bag. "Don't ever disobey your Mistress," she said, pulling the thick tailed whip from the bag.

Jake heard the whip cutting through the air before it landed. His buttocks clenched in anticipation of receiving the blow, but it landed on his left shoulder blade instead. He yelped in pain.

"Oh, I can see you're going to be a little bitch again," Raven said disapprovingly and walked over to the pool table where she retrieved the leather thong. After she was satisfied that it was stuffed in his mouth, she continued flogging him about the shoulder blades.

When it seemed that he could take no more, she began to whip him on the ass. The fleshy cheeks of his buttocks would have absorbed the blows much more easily than his back, but they were still tender from the punishment earlier that day. Despite being cuffed in the doorway he tried to twist and avoid the blows of the whip, yet he was unsuccessful. Raven ordered him to stand still or she would simply have to whip him some more.

When his ass was deep red and feeling raw, Jake expected the lashes of the whip to bite into the backs of his legs at any moment. To his amazement, Raven tossed the whip aside.

"I think that will do it," she said. Jake was relieved, but she had not released him yet. "Now tell me, slave, are you interested in coming back and serving me another time?"

"No, mistress," Jake answered honestly.

"Oh, come on. You loved kissing my feet and licking my boots. Aren't you looking forward to doing that again?"

"Kissing your feet is okay, but getting punished by you is too painful," Jake said.

"If you don't want to be punished, you simply have to do everything I tell you. It's so easy, even you ought to be able to do that." Raven said, "I like to have my toenails painted every few weeks or so. Perhaps you'll be willing to come over then. Sometimes I host small parties where I could use a maid to help prepare the food and serve drinks. Wouldn't you like to do that? I've got this cute little French maid dress that you could wear. I'm sure my girlfriends would think you were so cute."

"No, mistress," Jake said.

"Well then. Let me tell you about the little errand that I ran earlier today," Raven said, picking up the backpack. She stood at Jake's side as she unzipped it. He looked inside and knew instantly what she had in mind.

Raven explained that she had gotten his address from his driver's license, and used his keys to enter his apartment while he was tied up in the basement. She was impressed at how clean his apartment was, which is why she wasn't surprised that he did a good job of cleaning her house. It hadn't taken her long to find what she was looking for, a stash of porno videos. Most of them were standard professionally made tapes, but a couple tapes with blank labels, which were stored with the collection, intrigued her.

"I watched a little bit of each one," Raven said. "It seems that despite your small penis you consider yourself quite a porn star." She demanded to know who the girls in the videos were.

Jake confessed that they were previous girlfriends of his, except for one who was a groupie, and he managed to talk her into making a video with him.

"I'm going to keep your little video collection," Raven said. "Most of these smut tapes could probably be replaced, but I suspect you'll want to have the few personal videos back. I'll be contacting you in a week or so and I'll give you an opportunity to earn them back. One at a time."

Jake didn't know what to say. His Mistress knew she had taken something valuable to him, and he didn't see any way to get the tapes back other than serving her again in the future. Although he believed she would keep up her end of the deal, it was not something he was looking forward to.

Raven removed the handcuffs and ordered her slave to go upstairs. She smacked him on the ass with her crop as he went. Near the foyer she removed his leather collar and told him that he was free to go now. She opened a door to the garage and Jake saw his clothes neatly folded and sitting on the hood of her car.

"I suggest you get dressed and get out of here as fast as you can. I'll be contacting you soon enough and until then you had best stay away." With that, she pushed Jake into the garage. Raven pressed a button beside the door and the garage door started to open. Naked, Jake ran to hide between the front of her car and the wall of the garage. He quickly put on his clothes while Raven stood in the doorway laughing at him. When he was almost finished dressing, she closed the door to the foyer and he heard it lock behind her.

Jake decided it was best to take her advice, and he ran out of the garage. Halfway down the driveway the door started to go back down. His car was locked and parked on the street in front of Raven's condo. Keys and wallet were in the pockets of his jeans where he expected them.

When he returned home, his apartment looked untouched. If Raven hadn't pulled out the stack of video tapes, he wouldn't have known she had been there. He searched his apartment carefully and didn't find anything else missing.

Glancing at the clock, he realized that it was later than he thought. There would be just enough time to get cleaned up, get something to eat, and make it to his gig. He knew that Raven would call him within a week or so. His body still sore, he was not looking forward to that call.