Mistress Laura rented me out for my birthday

I know it's been a long time since I posted. There's no excuse, things got busy and I didn't update you all. My birthday was in early August and I'm still thinking about what Mistress Laura set up for me.

I'm at work at my job in Mountain View, a day before my actual birthday, and I get an email from Mistress.

“After work, go to this address in Sunnyvale. Arrive there at 6:15. My friend Jenn will meet you and tell you exactly what to do. Do what she says, precisely. Do you understand, slaveboy?”

I got out late and got to the address at 6:20. It was a single-residence house. The front door was shielded by a hedge of trees on one side and a half fence by the other. I rang the door and waited.

A woman came to the door and opened it. She was slightly taller than me, with brown hair past her shoulders, a medium build. Her eyes looked me up and down as she stood in the doorway.

“Are you Tom?”

“Yes, and you must be Jenn?”

“Your Mistress told me about you. You are overdressed. Strip.”

The color drained from my face. I wasn't expecting that at all. I looked around and then back at Jenn. She clearly was not moving and expected me to take my clothes off on her front porch. I gulped and started to undress.

She just watched, her eyes twinkling, as I took off my slacks, my dress shirt, and then my shoes and socks, standing there in my underwear, which just happened to be lacy red lady's underwear that Mistress Laura had set out for me that morning. I felt embarrassed.

She giggled. “Nice underwear, but I said strip. All the way.” She was still blocking the doorway and just looking at me.

I slipped off the underwear and stood there.

“I see your Mistress keeps you completely shaved. I like that.”

My cock was getting chubby under her gaze and the embarrassing situation and the excitement of being nude outdoors.

“Now kneel and kiss my feet, then gather up your clothes and hand them to me.”

I did as I was told. She took my clothes and my shoes and socks and stuffed them all into a plastic bag, then she turned around and walked in, gesturing for me to follow. I started to get up from my kneeling position, but she said “No, on all fours. Follow.”

I followed her into her house. She led me to a living room.

“Stand up.” Again, she looked me up and down. My face was flushed, my cock was erect. I was nude in a stranger's house that my Mistress had told about me.

She smiled. “There's the vacuum. Start by vacuuming all the rooms. When you are done with that, come report to me.”

I spent the next four hours cleaning, doing laundry, cleaning out her fridge and other household tasks, all the while being intensely aroused.

At the end of the evening, Jenn made me kneel again and kiss her feet before giving me back the sack with my clothes inside.

“You did well, boy. Happy birthday from your Mistress. Now go home and do what she tells you to do.” She grinned. “I'll talk to your Mistress later. This may turn into a regular thing. I need my house cleaned and you look like you enjoyed yourself being under my control.”

I went home that night feeling high on my own arousal and the thought that my Mistress had fulfilled one of my submissive fantasies. That night, she let me lick her to an orgasm and then I was allowed to masturbate while kissing and licking her feet while she told me repeatedly that “You are mine, and I can do anything I want with you... I can use your services however I want, can't I, slaveboy?”

“Yes, Mistress, I am yours and you can use me however you want.”