After the Interview Part I

And that was it, i very nearly rushed out of the club onto the street barely noticing anyone or anything as i passed, my mind a blur of emotions, excitement, humiliation, anticipation and undeniable arousal. As i made my way back to the train station my swollen cock strained against the fabric of my jeans. I’m sure a few passing Females probably could not have helped but take notice and, honestly, i wanted them to notice, i wanted every one of Them to be able to see me up on that stage, utterly exposed and exhibited for Their amusement.

And yet i didn’t have a final answer which was killing me from anticipation and nervousness. What if They said “no”, what then? The disappointment would be crushing and would no doubt have serious consequences for me vis-a-vis Goddess, who had made all the arrangements and worked me so hard for months in preparation. It would be like refusing a Goddess given gift to not succeed, not something i could ever image doing so i was feeling euphoria mixed with a high degree of dread.

Arriving back at Her house i stripped off my clothes and soon realized it was already after 2 PM therefore i was far behind on my daily list of chores. I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and started some laundry and began prepping for dinner.

i calculated that i didn’t have time to finish my main task of the week and since i was about 99 % done it could wait for tomorrow.

That task was removing all the windows and screens in the house for their bi-annual cleaning. It’s a mix of heavy lifting of the large window panes coupled with very detailed scrubbing and brushing of not just both sides of each window but the complete window frames, every groove and crack, until they are spotless. It’s a time consuming and physically demanding task that Goddess refers to as “men’s work” and allots two full days to complete as i am still expected to continue with my routine daily / weekly tasks as well. i had just about finished this the previous day save for two small screens that needed to be reinserted in the frames of the kitchen windows.

For the moment i decided those could wait until later.

At 5:30 i received the perfunctory text message from Goddess. She was in Her car. Her driver had just pulled out of the underground parking at Her office which meant She would arrive in about 30 minutes. These daily updates weren’t done as any courtesy to me but simply to ensure that i would have everything ready upon Her arrival and i was waiting for Her in the foyer. This whole procedure had become so ingrained in me that i had it down virtually to a science. i learned the hard way early in Our/our relationship that Goddess is not a Woman who will be kept waiting, not by any man and especially not by any male kept by Her.

Checking that dinner was ready, Her favorite wine chilling, Her table setting in place, i did a final visual check to ensure that absolutely nothing was less then perfect.

i was still almost shaking with nervous energy and sporting an impressive erection that just would not subside as i walked to the foyer and kneeled by the door. Adjusting my position i spread my knees apart and bowed my head hoping that forcing myself to remain still would calm me down. Yet i couldn’t help but wonder if Goddess had received news from Mistress Denise, surely They would have decided by now.

Even after some minutes kneeling there my breathing was still nervous, erratic, my heart racing. Looking down i could not but notice the shiny, sticky coating of pre-cum at my cock tip. i’d been oozing for hours. i thought of finding a tissue but then suddenly heard a car stop outside.

Too late!

i knew i was at risk here but what could i do but hope that the events of the day would keep the subject off my currently excited state. I  was desperate to tell Her all about it, certain She would want all the details.

As i heard the clicking of Her high heels on the step outside, I bowed low and opened the door wide for Her.

She entered in Her usual haughty manner, befitting a superior Goddess. She didn’t look at me before depositing Her Chanel handbag and laptop case in my arms. i quickly placed them on their usual spot on the small table as She paused for an instant, placing one foot forward which i knew as a signal to instantly bow low and place a soft kiss on Her black stiletto heeled pump. A gesture marking both my obeisance and welcoming Her back into Her home.

Things went wrong almost from the start.

“What is that?”, She said with that cool tone if displeasure.

“Ma’am?”

“That, why are those screens here?” She demanded as She grabbed my hair and pulled my head around to look at them. i don’t know how i could have thought She would let that slip, She never lets anything slip.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why didn’t you finish your Job?”

A well placed kick to my naked butt pushed me towards the screens.

“Get in there and finish it this instant”

Instead of Goddess departing for Her bedroom to change into something more conformable while i prepared to serve dinner She literally shoved me towards to kitchen, chasing after me like an angry banshee as i scooped up the cursed screens trying to keep one step ahead of Her.

Once in the kitchen She proceeded to stand and supervise as i climbed onto the counter top and fumbled to put the first screen back in its rightful place. Fear and nervousness almost made me drop into outside the window.

“What’s wrong, do you want Me to have to show you how to do it? It’s a fucking simple boy’s job, any boy could do it, except for you it seems. I thought you were a man, I guess I was wrong.”

The tirade continued as i finally got the damned thing locked in place and quickly moved to install the other one. As i descended from the counter top Goddess stepped in front of me pushing me against the counter, She glared into my eyes and i instinctively cowered trying to look away.

“Don’t turn away from me!”

She grabbed and held my chin just before delivering a hard stinging open-palmed slap across my left cheek.

“I see we’re going to have some things to discuss on the weekend”

“Yes Goddess, i’m sorry Goddess”

“Oh you’ll be sorry alright! Fucking idiot male!”

“Get my dinner on the table, NOW!!”

“Yes Goddess, right away Goddess”

It had been a long time since i had made Her so angry and felt not just the physical sting of Her slap and the shame and humiliation of Her verbal rebuke but the deep sense of disappointment in myself because i knew She was right.

i knew what i had been ordered to do and choose not to do it thinking it would be OK just this once, what arrogance on my part. Did i really let myself believe that it would be Ok to disobey Her?


For the rest of the evening Goddess continued to treat me with a distant coolness. i served Her dinner which She consumed without comment before departing for Her home office to continue working. i was left alone to clean up the kitchen and finish working my way through the daily chores list, only occasionally being summoned to Her side with the dreaded “get in here”, always spoken in that tone which revealed Her discovery of some inadequacy of mine.

Quickly making my way to Her side in nervous anticipation i was greeted with one of Her typically condescending questions.

“What’s wrong with this picture?”, She inquired, tossing Her head in the direction of the screen of Her 27” iMac.

i gave Her a puzzled look to which She responded by running Her finger across the display revealing a slight coating of dust which for emphasis, She showed me before smearing the offending grit across my chest.

“Sorry, Goddess” was all i could muster as i quickly found the screen cleaning kit and furiously wiped it to a shiny spotlessness.

 Dismissed, i returned to my other chores before being summoned again. As i arrived at Her desk She didn’t even feign to move Her eyes from the screen as She spoke the one word command “coffee”.

And so it went for the rest of the night and indeed for the rest of the week with Goddess being decidedly cool and strict with me.

i had expected that She would love for me to recount my experience from the interview yet She not only showed no interest but didn’t acknowledge that it had even taken place.

 This filled me with frustration and also with rising fear. What if Her icy attitude was because She had received bad news from Mistress Denise. Maybe i had failed, but if so why not just get it over with and humiliate me as soon as possible.

It was driving me mad yet i knew that in Her Imperious Female World my needs and expectations are irrelevant , as are those of any mere male, something made very clear to me long ago. If She did have some information She would share that with me if, and when,  She chose. i knew better by now than to ask anything of Her.

The waiting is the hardest part.....