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"That sinking feeling" - Another erotic story by Eevee
Inspired by the comment “You need a proper dishwasher” 

I finally haul myself off the sofa and shuffle reluctantly into the kitchen, knowing I must tackle the pile of dishes at some point. My dishwasher has been on the blink for a couple of weeks now and it’s finally given up. I always get that sinking feeling when I have to do the dishes. 
“I will reward myself with a nice, soaky bath when I’m done,” I decide. 
I slide my hands into my yellow rubber gloves, guiding each of my fingers into place, enjoying the soft velvety texture inside. The gloves are one of the redeeming features of washing up; rubbery goodness! 
I squeeze the plug into the tight hole in the sink, giggling to myself at the reminder of a plug gag I had been using the day before on a rather “talkative” submissive. I turn the taps on and squeeze a generous amount of washing up liquid into the sink, splashing about to make a mountain of bubbles: not particularly conducive to successful washing up, but far more fun. 
My phone rings and I hit the “handsfree” button with my nose as my rubber gloves are far too soapy. 
“Hiya! Can I call you back in a bit? Just about to attempt the mammoth task of dish washing.” I moan, bending down close to the phone to be heard over the running tap, sticking my bum out for a wiggle.
“Yeah, of course. You need a proper dishwasher!” my friend giggles. 
I do. I really, really do. I should not be doing these menial tasks; they’re below me. 
I rearrange the dirty dishes on the counter, shape the bubbles in the sink into a giant willy, sing into the dish brush for a bit, procrastinating the task at hand. Staring at my reflection in the silver cupboard knobs, my friends words ring in my mind. 
YOU NEED A PROPER DISHWASHER. YOU NEED A PROPER DISHWASHER. YOU NEED A PROPER DISHWASHER. 
I pull off the rubber gloves, throw them next to the dishes, and make a call. 
“Come to my house, I have a job for you.” I hang up the phone without a response, knowing full well my request wouldn’t be denied. 
I go to the wardrobe in my playroom and select an outfit for my guest, laying it on the bed. I love selecting outfits for my toys to wear. It’s like having my own little doll to dress up. Plus, I find it’ a great way to evoke the right headspace for servitude. I return to the comfort of my sofa until the knock at the door comes.
It’s not long before I hear a faint tap. I roll my eyes at having to get up again and shuffle my slippers to the door. I open it and the man on the other side bows low, averting his gaze. 
“At your service, Miss.”
“Come in. You outfit is in the playroom. Hurry up.” 
He drops to his hands and knees and crawls across the rough doormat. I giggle at his slight grimace as the fibres poke into his palms, kicking his arse as he shuffles away. 
I return to the kitchen and stare at the bubble tower in the sink. It’s too inviting. I want to play in it. I drop my dressing down and kick my slippers away, jumping up onto the counter. I lower my bum into the warm water, the fluffy clouds enveloping my torso. This is a much better plan. 
The boy enters the rooms, catching a glimpse of my naked body in the sink before swiftly looking down at his feet, blushing. 
“I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t realise you’d be…in the sink…” 
I like this one. He’s well trained after serving me for several months and is mostly effortless to manage. He takes care of himself, bringing with him a beautiful musky scent of cologne. My favourite thing about him is his willingness to have fun and comply with even my most bizarre notions. 
“Give me a twirl. I want to see what you look like.”
His hairy, stockinged legs are sitting uncomfortably in a pair of heels, slightly too small for his size 10 feet. He’s taken care to ensure the tops of the stockings reach the same height on both thighs (he’s been punished for stocking sloppiness before; the spanking he received must have made an impression). The skirt of the maid’s dress he’s wearing barely covers his cock, which has already started to twinge. 
“Beautiful,” I smile broadly. “How do you feel?”
“Silly…but oddly sexy,” he smiles, sheepishly. “May I ask why you are in the sink, Miss?”
“I’ve decided you won’t be needing it. You can lick all my plates clean before you wash them later. Demonstrate to me what that tongue of yours can achieve and perhaps I will find other uses for it!”
His eyes widen at the suggestion of being able to taste my pussy, the short skirt betraying his growing erection. I beckon to him with my gloved hand, revealing an acrylic Chasity device in the other. 
“Goodness! Looks like you *really* like the idea of cleaning! We’d better make sure you don’t lose focus.” I firmly grab him by the dick and balls and pull him closer to me, making him stumble clumsily in his heels. I breath in the scent of his cologne as I use the soapy bubbles to help slide his cock and balls into place in the device. He’s trying so hard to control his breathing, knowing I’m close enough to hear the beat of his heart quicken. It’s adorable how he’s trying so hard to act calm. 
“I’ve never seen anyone so excited to clean the dishes before!” I lock the device and dangle the key between my thumb and forefinger. “With all this soap, I hope I the key doesn’t slip out of my fingers and down the drain!” 
I drop the key between my legs, and it sinks to the bottom of my makeshift bathtub, making a gentle “clink” when it reaches the bottom. “Oops!”
“On your knees. Tongue out!” He obediently drops to his knees, his hands behind his back, tongue lolling out of his head like an dumb, excited puppy. I hold up a plate streaked with chocolate sauce from the brownie I indulged in earlier, wiping it along his tongue. His face is going to look a state after all this. “See! Works perfectly…sort of. It’ll be a good prewash. Put the rest on the floor and show me how that little mouth of yours works!” I boop him on the nose with a blob of bubbles. 
He selects each piece of kitchenware in turn and dutifully licks each item clean. I especially like watching him lick the glass bowls. He looks so dumb and adorable with his face smooshed against the inside. I splash around joyfully in my kitchen sink, occasionally splashing him with water and bopping him on the head with my scrubbing brush when he slows his pace. Every now and then I run my toes through his hair, pushing his head back to inspect his face and chastising him for being so messy. 
Halfway through, I allow him a short break. I hold his head in place with my feet on either side of his cheeks and rub the soapy bubbles into my tits, making them gleam in the kitchen spotlights. I like to tease him. He knows he shouldn’t be looking, but I’m so obviously flaunting myself in front of him, making him watch. He switches between peeking and trying to obviously avert his gaze. 
“I hope that tongue isn’t getting too tired!” I frown, mockingly. 
“Only a bit, Miss.”
The water is starting to get cold, so I push myself out of the sink and onto the edge of the counter, revealing my sodden satin panties. The fabric clings to my pussy, making the outline of my slit clear. 
“Oh no! That’s a shame!” My feet lower to find his caged cock, clutching it between my soles. “I was planning on rewarding you for your hard work.” 
His eyes widen, straying to my gloved hand rubbing against my crotch. 
“Only a bit, Miss! I’ll still have the energy to complete the task, I promise! May I get back to work?”
I giggle at his eagerness and drop down from the counter. “Hurry up. I’ll be waiting for you in the playroom.” 
Grabbing a tea towel to pat myself down, I stand and watch him attend to his task with renewed vigour. I remove my gloves and flick them at him playfully to slap his arse with the wet fingers. He twitches but continues to clean the plates. Good boy. I remove my wet panties and throw them at him; they land on his head, perfectly covering one eye. I smirk at my good shot. 
I walk out of the kitchen, leaving a bubble trail in my wake. Something else for him to clean up later. Entering the playroom, I sprawl myself out on the bed, congratulating myself at having found a way to get out of doing the dishes…and finding a way to spice up my afternoon. 
My hands wander over my body, savouring the feeling of my soft, soapy skin. My nipples have hardened from the coolness of the water left from the melting bubbles. I roll them between my finger and thumb, letting out a sigh. I let my hands wander down to my pussy, enjoying the contrast between the wetness of the water and the slickness of my juices. I dip my finger inside myself and rub my wetness on my clit.
“Hurry upppp!” I call. “You’ll be made redundant from your next task soon!”
“Yes, Miss!” His voice breaks. I giggle and exaggerate my moans loudly as I continue to stroke my pussy. I wonder if I will let him sink his tongue into my pussy or if I will tease his mercilessly as he perches at the base of my bed…

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