I tried hard not to be so picky with my submissive; my tongue lashes out at each infraction, the humiliation that runs through my veins into his brain.  I can’t help who I am.

“What the fuck is this!” I snap my fingers harshly then point to the floor.

A stain on my new carpet, I can see he attempted to clean up the mess but did a shitty job at that.

You can hear my foot tapping on the floor, my submissive drops his eyes down and knows better than to say a single word.

“Can’t you even clean it up correctly?” I feel my chest tighten a bit as a growl lingers beneath my breath.

“This is my new carpet! I spent thousands on this carpet!”

He still stands there, eyes to the floor not making a sound, lucky for him... I’ll tell you that.

“Go to the kitchen, under the sink is the carpet cleaner, before you reach for it, I would highly recommend that you strip now, completely naked.”

I see him swallow; I believe at that point his heart is in his throat.  The worst thing for a submissive is when he has done something wrong, yet had the best intentions. I know that he made the mess; I also know he made an attempt to clean the mess. Most of all, I know he hates to disappoint me. 

He quickly slips his shirt off, pants pooling at his ankles, he fumbles trying to be as fast as possible. I just shake my head, toe tapping on the floor.  Yes I am upset and he feels it in his blood.

James quickly dashes into the kitchen and comes back with the carpet cleaner and gets down on his knees before the stain.  My hands are on my hips, shoulders are back, staring down at him.

“Clean it!” the words lash from my lips.  And clean it good or you won’t like the end result.

Stepping over the stain, I know he’s watching my heels, the curve of my calf that calls to him.  He has always been my foot worshiping slut. His mouth is dry; he sprays the cleaner on the carpet as I walk into the bathroom.

Walking back out of the bathroom then standing in front of him, tapping his toothbrush against the palm of my hand. I tease the harsh bristles of his toothbrush with my fingernail catching his attention.

“Stand” I commanded, he bolts upright dropping the cleaner at his feet. My foot taps his ankles wider apart. Taking the toothbrush in my hand I look down over my glasses and I notice a very erect cock that even has a drip of pre-cum catching the light like a diamond.

For someone who’s in trouble, this just doesn’t seem quite right does it?

I grab his cock into my hand digging my nails into his flesh pulling him closer to me.  He takes a quick breath as you hear the air sucking up into his lungs. Taking the toothbrush in hand I brush the head of his cock roughly over and over again, each bristle causing pain as I clean the head of his cock like the stain on my new carpet.  He tries in vain not to call out in pain.

“This is how you clean things James.”   See how red and clean your cock is now?!

“Yes Mistress!” he chimes in.

Grabbing his jaw with my hand, my fingers press on each side of his cheeks to open his mouth.  I stuff his now pre-cum soaked toothbrush into his mouth.

Finish the task James.