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  Someone asked how would people use the following items as ‘pervertables’ in one of the groups I belong to, a rolling pin, broom, and kitchen rug.

Many different possibilities came to mind, but I thought one scene was fun… so..

Here was my reply.

I’d make cookies.

The Mistress walks into her kitchen to find her girl chatting on the phone with a friend, sipping on a cup of tea. The broom leans unused against the wall, crumbs from the day still on the floor, not swept or vacuumed. The soft rag kitchen rug still not shaken out or vacumed, the oven still waiting to heat up, the cookie dough in a mass, unrolled with the floured pin beside it…

She had expected her own tea.. and fresh baked cookies, half an hour ago. Someone was in sore sore need of a little lesson.

Her girl freezes midst conversation when she catches the look of intense displeasure mixed with that sadistic gleam in Mistresses eyes.

Protocol training clicks in, her girl apologizes to the person on the other end of the phone saying they must go now, knowing Mistress expects everyone be treated with polite courtesy. The moment the phone is clicked down, the girl folds to her knees in front of Mistress in a pose of formal presentation, and waits.

Mistress silently walks around the kitchen, examining the floor by giving a little crumb in line with her girls gaze, a little kick with her booted toe. Watches as her girl gives a little involuntary shudder, a mix of emotions betraying her need to be still for Mistress. Mistress continues her inspection of the kitchen, running her fingers through the spread flour on the counter, she whirls and delivers a lightly floured hard slap to her girls cheek. Her girl drops a little in her pose, the sudden weakness in her legs not allowing her to maintain.

This is a little game they play. Not a proper punishment. If Mistress were truly displeased, there wouldn’t be this little dance. There wouldn’t be the increasing wetness and heat building between the two of them. Instead the girl would be already working her ass off to finish chores and knowing a truly unpleasant punishment.. like being in isolation, would follow later.

No, this was a moment of unpredictable play. Mistress was trailing her silky flour coated fingers across her neck and pulling open the drawer where the knives are kept. In a flash, the girl could feel a length of cold steel at her throat and wondered in panic if it was the sharp side or the dull side so delicately layed across the vein in her neck that now seemed to be almost trying to open itself on the blade in how fast and strong it’s pulse has all of a sudden become.

As quick as it was there, the cold edge is gone. The toe of Mistresses boot gives a firm and gentle pressure and guides the girl to the floor, firmer and harder until she wriggles and squirms to press her whole body flat to the cold tiles. She eyes the soft rag rug laying a couple of feet away, and wishes she was laying just a little to the left.

Mistress catches her gaze. “would you prefer the rug pet?” Not daring to question where the generosity comes from, not wanting to delay, knowing the wrong response quicker is better than the right response in hesitation, the girl responds “yes Mistress, Ma’am, please”.

The shiny black boots come to stand between the girl and the rug, Mistress squats down with ease, long sharp knife in hand, pulls the dirty rag rug close, and with entirely too much ease, starts to cut the threads that hold the long strips of black and red rags together to make the rag rug. A pile of roughly shaped rag rope is starting to form. The girl has lost sense of time, has it taken seconds or minutes for Mistress to turn the rag rug to rope?

“Well now there’s no more rug to vacuum, I always thought having a rug in the kitchen was a little silly anyways” Mistress purrs, her voice is an octave lower than her regular speaking voice. The girl knows what that tone means, that huskiness. Her Mistress is very aroused.

Mistress is now holding the broom in her hands, and expecting.. something… the girl squeezes her eyes shut hard. The unexpected loud cracking noise.. with no sensation accompanying it startles her, her eyes flying open see the broom broken in two pieces one half each in Mistresses hands. The thigh high booted thigh has just split it in two, and the bent knee is being straightened as Mistress deliberately places the foot of the leg that has just snapped the broom, directly below the girls face. She kisses the foot.

The girl closes her eyes again, and waits, trembling, still flat on the cold tiles. She hears two more hard snaps, and knows there are 4 short sections of broom, one with the bristles still attached.

Mistress pulls her back up to a kneeling position, with rag rope she ties a rope harness over her girls body. taking the two center pieces of the broom she squeezes her girls breasts together, a section of broom above her breasts, a section of broom beneath them, tied tight together at the base of her breasts. They are rapidly becoming redder, almost purple, squeezed so tight, and so swollen. Still in front of her are the two broom ends, one with a rounded end, one with the bristles. Mistress inserts the rounded end in the girls now dripping pussy, and ties it in place. She ties two knots in the harness crotch area, one over the clit, and one over the ass. The handle is well tied in as well. The handle broom end is the perfect length to fill her and still leave a good fistful of wood outside of her which Mistress can grab, and manipulate between the firmly tied rag knots holding it in place.

She has her girl stand. The girl raises with a barely repressed moan, every movement twitches the broom handle impailed in her, rubs the knots over her hard clit and her eager ass.

She fights back a building orgasm, knowing she must have permission.

Trembling and shuddering she is about to ask if it would please her Mistress for her to cum. But Mistress is already speaking, seeing her need. “You can have one orgasm for each cookie you make me, no more, no less. I’ve decided I don’t want them plain anymore, I want each cookie iced with, “for Mistress” you can come only after you’ve iced the cookie, hold it until then. For each time you fail, orgasm out of turn, you will take the knife, and notch the rolling pin. When you are done, you will bring me the rolling pin. You will get one smack with the rolling pin for each notch in it… I’ve noticed you’ve come twice now while I’m giving you your instructions.. you may notch the rolling pin twice, three times now, before getting started, do you have any questions”

“No Mistress, thank you Mistress”

“Oh, and pet, there’s still the floor to sweep” as Mistress kicks the little nub ended, almost handle-less broom across the floor, “you’ll have to do it on your knees now…, but only after you’ve served me those cookies, and a fresh pot of tea”

MK

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