Fantasia Numero Uno

Everyone has fantasies, right? And I don't just mean sexual fantasies. I mean about anything. Winning the lottery. Living by the beach. Driving a fancy car. I have lots of them. But I always punish myself when I have them, as if it is wrong to dream about something you can't have or something that can't happen, especially if they are selfish. Mine are usually very selfish. But I enjoy these fantasies, even if it is a bit of a let down when I am done thinking and remember they can't happen. I have decided I am going to think about my fantasies. I'm not going to tell myself to stop dreaming about things that make me happy. I need something in my life, and maybe through my fantasies I can find it.

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She glanced at the clock above the stove. It was almost 5:30. He will be home soon, she thought to herself, and smiled. She did a quick scan of the house. It hadn't been so clean since they first moved in. But now, since He had permitted her to leave Corporate America and stay at home to serve Him instead, the entire house was spotless. Not a speck of dust or stray dog hair. The carpets were shampooed and the air smelled of vanilla. In the bedroom, new satin sheets and a duvet, the color of burgundy wine, covered the bed. She had painted the walls a similar color. She had seen this design once in a home decorating book, and had always dreamed of having such a romantic bedroom. He had given her permission to paint and decorate the bedroom as she wished, and she tried her best to recreate that picture completely from memory. She hated painting, but thought of how lovely the room would look when she got frustrated and didn't stop once until she was completely finished.

Outside, the grass was cut and the dog was cleaned up after. Two things she knew He hated to do. She hoped He would be pleased that those chores were done. As a matter of fact, all of the chores were done. Laundry, vacuuming, mopping, dusting - all done. Tomorrow she would start on the garage and basement, getting rid of things that were no longer needed. Dinner was in the oven already. All she had to do was feed the dog.

She knew she'd better enjoy this while it lasted. He had finally agreed to allow her to stay home - but only temporarily if it didn't work out. She knew that money would be tight, until some excess bills were paid off anyway. She had always been good at maintaining a budget though, and now she would have more time to focus on it and figure out what could be eliminated. Not to mention the gas money she would be saving by not driving to that horrible office everyday. He had only given her permission to leave to get groceries, to go to doctor or dentist appointments, or take the dog to the vet, and only if needed. She didn't mind. And she knew deep down, that if something came up and she had to leave, she would be able to call Him and ask. He would not deny her permission for something necessary.

She loved being at home. She wondered if she would eventually get bored and end up like those women that sit on their ass all day long in front of the TV. She vowed that she would not do that. She would not treat this as if it was a vacation. She hadn't even turned on the TV today. Only the radio. The house would be kept spotless, and when the cleaning was all caught up, there were so many other thing she could do. She vowed have the nicest looking yard in the neighborhood, and when money allowed she would would gradually buy the things needed to improve it. Some emerald arborvitae along the back fence, and landscaping stone where the grass just refused to grow. The shrubs would be trimmed, the flowers watered, and the flower bed weeded. In the fall the leaves would be raked and bagged. In the winter the drive and walkway would be kept clear of snow. All He would have to do when He got home from work was let her take His boots off for Him, shower, and sit down to a freshly prepared meal. She was almost giddy with excitement when she thought of the changes He would see in her.

She would probably finish painting and decorating in the house, again as money allowed. She was not going to be one of those women who takes advantage of a situation. As much as she loved to shop, she would not be going without permission, and when she did get permission, she knew it would be to purchase clothes He wanted to see her in. She thought of the way He looks at her when she tries on just the right skirt. How she can see His erection in His jeans, and the lust in His eyes. It is all she can do to not drag Him into the dressing room with her when that happens.

But that would be happening less now. She did not want to be sent back to work. Not to that awful place. Where you need to live and breathe your work, and nothing else matters. How could she stay in a place like that and still serve Him? She could not. She was not strong enough. The work she did was tedious, but boring, and by the time she arrived home she was emotionally and mentally drained. He would get angry that she didn't want to clean or cook when she got home. He didn't realize how empty it made her feel to be at that place all day long. She could
have left and found another job, but deep down she knew she was never going to be happy in an office situation.

Too many demands, too many people thinking they are more important than her, too many people telling her what to do. So she stuck it out, figuring that she knew she would hate that type of work no matter where she was, and that at least she had some vacation time built up. But that was all she had to keep herself going. She couldn't even force herself to get out of bed to get there on time. Today she awoke when he did and had had been up ever since, excited to begin her new lifestyle.

She was tired of hearing about how she was a "strong woman" and should be more career oriented. Her boss was a woman and believed that all women should take care of themselves and men were not necessary in a woman's life. Her boss couldn't understand how she could think He was more important than her work. She almost felt as if she was being unfaithful to Him. She knew they were asking things of her that He would never ask of her. Asking her to think in ways He wouldn't agree with - and in ways she didn't agree with either. And since she knew that His decisions were always based on what was best for her, she also knew that what she had to do all day wasn't always for the best. It was for money. Their money.

She hated them and what they stood for.

But that was all behind her now. She was going to do her best to not be sent out of the home again. This was where she belonged. And even if she did have to work again, she believed that He would let her choose another line of work. Something that she would enjoy. She would make less money, but hoped that didn't matter.

Her thoughts here interrupted when she heard is truck pull in the drive. She dashed down the hall, stripping her clothes off and tossing them in the hamper. She quickly applied some lipstick, he liked her to wear lipstick, and brushed her hair.

She ran back down the hallway and knelt down at the top of the steps. Finally she could greet Him this way everyday, she thought to herself. She heard the door open and bowed her head, but she was almost trembling with nervousness and excitement. She hoped she had done enough that day to please Him. She tried to remain still, but all she wanted to do was jump up and say "Look, look what I've done! Please don't send me back to that horrible place to work."

He came up the steps and stopped on the landing below her. "I could get used to seeing this everyday when I come home," he said. At first she thought He meant the house being so tidy, but he hadn't even made it all the way up the steps yet to notice. He meant seeing her, naked, kneeling and waiting for Him.

"I would like to greet you this way everyday, Sir."

He came up the steps, paused to kiss her on the top of the head, and walked into the kitchen to put his thermos and cooler on the counter. "It smells nice in here."

"Oh that is the garlic chicken. It will be ready soon. I hope you like it. I have never tried this recipe."

"No, that smells good, but I smell something else too. Vanilla?"

"Oh, yes Sir, after I cleaned the carpets I freshened the air with a vanilla mist spray. The scent is supposed to last for a while after it settles into the carpet. And I knew you liked the smell of vanilla." She smiled to herself.

"Get up, clean out my thermos and cooler."

She rose and scurried over to the sink. He stood behind her as she cleaned His thermos. She knew he was looking at her bare ass, and felt a little nervous. She still got worried that she didn't look good enough for Him, escpecially when He was staring at her in broad daylight.

Any worries of that were soon diminished, as she felt him press against her from behind, breathing on her neck and reaching his hands around to cup her breasts. She could feel his excitement, and she began to feel moisture between her legs. He turned her around and looked at her face.

"You cleaned the entire house didn't you?"

"Yes, Sir. I haven't gotten to the garage and basement yet, but I will tomorrow. I just ran out of time."

"Is the bedroom finished?"

"Yes, Sir."

"What else is done?"

"I mowed and cleaned up the yard."

"You did all of that today?"

"Yes Sir, I would have done more, but I started dinner and the next thing I knew you were on your way home."

He pulled her close and kissed her. "You did enough today. The house looks great. The yardwork is done. I am proud of you."

"I hoped I would please you."

"Well, this is very pleasing. My house is clean, food is in the oven, and you are standing here naked."

"Would you like me to take your boots off, Sir?"

He looked a bit puzzled. She just stared back. He tilted his head to the side and said "Yes, yes I would," and sat down in the dining room chair. She knelt down and untied and unlaced his boots, took them off and set them in the corner. He pulled her up into his lap.

"You seem very happy today."

"I am Sir. I intend to enjoy this for as long as I can, I know it probably won't last."

"I don't know. I could get very used to this. We'll just have to see what happens."

"I know."

"Now, let me go get cleaned up, and you finish getting dinner ready."

"Yes, Sir."

He went off to shower and shave, and she finished preparing dinner. It was all ready by the time he returned. She could tell He was impressed with the way the meal looked. She was too. She never cooked. At least not anything like this. If it wasn't less than 5 minutes of preparation, she didn't make it. Today she actually enjoyed preparing the meal. She couldn't wait to look through her never-before-used cookbook to find something for tomorrow. And the next day, and all the days that followed. They ate together quietly, occassionally with a mention of how nice everything looked or how good the chicken was.

After dinner was finished, she cleared the table and set to cleaning up the kitchen. He went downstairs and returned with two beers. He said to finish cleaning up the kitchen in a hurry, and then come sit and relax. She did so, and sat down on the couch next to Him, enjoying her cold beer. They watched TV for a bit and then He said "Why don't you show me what you've done to the bedroom?"

They rose and walked down the hall to the bedroom. She opened the door to show the freshly painted walls, the clean carpet, and new bed coverings. New curtains covered the windows.

"This looks nice," He said. He wasn't sure He would like it when she tried to explain it to Him. He didn't think it was something He would have picked out, but now that it was done, He could see why she liked it so much. The dark colors and stylings she chose were almost Victorian-like. It looked passionate and lusty.

"Thank you. I was worried you might not like it."

He told her to lie down on the bed. She did so. The satin covers on the bed felt so smooth beneath her skin. He laid over her, kissing her, gently at first, then harder. He slid off to the side and ran His hands over her breasts. Her nipples hardened quickly. He slid His hand down her belly, pausing to play with her ring. Slowly His hands teased her, down and up one thigh then down and up the other. She kept lifting her hips in the air trying to push on something, anything. She needed to feel the pressure on her clit.

She looked over and could see His erection in his shorts. He always dressed comfortably in the evenings after work, and when He was hard it was definitely noticeable. She pulled down His shorts with one hand. He stood up and took them off. He laid on top of her again, and entered her with one easy thrust. She gasped with pleasure. All day she had done so many things to try to please Him, and now she would please Him again, but she knew not before He pleased her.

He fucked her slowly at first, a nice steady rhythm. Then He increased His speed and the depth of His thrusts. He got up on His knees and pulled her legs up in front on Him, holding her ankles together in front of His face. He fucked her harder. Which each thrust she had to suck in her breath.

He stopped and laid down on his back pulling her on top of Him. "Fuck me you bitch. Ride that cock until you come."

He knew that talking to her that way caused her pussy to clench. She rode Him and ground her clit against Him. It didn't take long until she felt the rush wash over her whole body. She collapsed on top of him, her heart racing and her pussy still contracting.

He pushed her back up. "Again."

She started to shake her head no. His eyes widen and He looked at her harshly and said "Again!"

She found her groove and rode Him, more slowly this time, to another orgasm. She knew He would tell her to do it again. She always had a hard time with the third one. Almost like she was too sensitive after two. He looked at her and she knew He wanted her to again. Instead He flipped her over on her back and entered her. This time His thrusts were different. He was hitting her sensitive spot with every move and in perfect time. She matched His rhythm and could feel it building again. She burst into another orgasm, screaming out. He didn't stop though. He kept thrusting until He was ready to explode.

He pulled out, grunting, and grabbed His throbbing cock and spurted His cum all over her face and chest. He collapsed next to her and she rubbed his semen into her skin. She loved feeling Him all over her.

"I love you, baby," He said to her.

"I love you, too."

"I hope this works out, me keeping you at home, just to serve and love me."

"I do, too."

And she really did. She felt so right, so comfortable, so happy, so perfect. Everything was ok with the world.

With her world.

And she didn't want to leave it. Ever.