Task Mistress Story: Do Every Task

The List On Her Desk

I am Owen, and Petra did not greet me with a kiss when I arrived at her home office. She pointed to a handwritten list on her desk, with a pen beside it, and told me to read it, then do every task, in order, without asking questions. The list started small: tidy her desk, polish her boots, make her coffee exactly the way she liked it. Then it escalated, task by task, until the later items were not chores at all, but acts of obedience and service that made my face burn just reading them. I was to kneel after each task, report that it was done, and prove it, and Petra would check my work herself, with her own eyes and her own hands.

I started with the desk, straightening papers, lining up pens, dusting surfaces while she watched from her chair, legs crossed, giving no praise for work done correctly, only a short nod. That nod was enough to make me hard, because I wanted her approval the way a good worker wants a bonus, only this bonus was her attention. I polished her boots until they shone, kneeling at her feet, feeling the leather under my hands, smelling it, wanting to kiss it, but waiting for permission. She inspected them, ran a finger over the shine, and told me to move on. No kiss, no touch, just the next task, and the escalating promise of what the later tasks would demand from me.

Tasks That Escalated

The coffee task was a test, because Petra liked it strong, black, and hot, served on my knees with both hands, without spilling a drop. I carried it carefully, knelt, held it up, and waited while she sipped and judged it. She approved, and then she read the next task out loud, slowly, so I could hear my own arousal in her voice. I was to undress, kneel naked except for a collar she placed around my neck, and clean her office floor on my hands and knees, while she worked at her desk above me. I did, my body exposed, my cock hard against the floor, my hands moving in careful circles while she typed and ignored me, except for occasional orders to move to a corner I had missed.

After the floor, the tasks became purely about her pleasure. I was to kneel between her legs, worship her with my mouth until she was satisfied, and report, honestly, how many times she came. I did, licking her slowly, then faster as she ordered, feeling her thighs tighten around my head, hearing her breath catch, tasting her until she came hard against my face and held me there. I reported, one, mistress, with my mouth still wet, and she told me to do it again, because the list said twice, and the list was law. The second time she came faster, louder, gripping my hair, and I proved I had done it by staying on my knees, looking up, waiting for the next item.

Proving Every Task

Petra checked every task the way a mistress checks homework, not with trust, but with inspection. She ran her hand over the desk, she looked at her boots, she tasted her coffee, she felt the floor, and she felt my face, still wet from serving her, as proof of the last task. Each check made me harder, because being inspected meant being seen, and being seen by Petra meant being owned, task by task, until there was nothing left of my day that was not hers. I had never been so thoroughly used by a list before, and I had never wanted a list to be longer.

The Last Task On The List

The last task was the simplest and the hardest: kneel, look at her, and say, out loud, that I had done every task, and that I wanted more tasks tomorrow. I said it, my voice shaking, my body still hard, my knees aching from the floor, my mouth still tasting her. She smiled for the first time all day, a small, satisfied smile, and told me I had passed. As a reward, she let me finish, stroking me herself, slowly, while I knelt and thanked her for every task, for every check, for every order. I came hard, groaning, collapsing forward onto her desk chair, while she held me and told me tomorrow's list would be longer.

I left her office with the list folded in my pocket, reading it again on the way home, already wanting tomorrow's tasks, already hard thinking about kneeling and proving each one. I want a mistress who will give me a list every day, who will escalate it task by task, who will inspect my work and use me as the final reward. I want to do every task, prove every task, and beg for a longer list next time.