A Chaste Slave to My Ex Ch. 10

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I write a story that will unfold gradually through snapshots of everyday life in a Female Lead relationship under a strict chastity regime.

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I sat at the computer on Sunday evening, typing Anthea's book, when suddenly she sent me a text.

"Hey boy, flying back tomorrow, I'll landed at 5 pm. Want you there waiting for me, make sure you're on time with my car, and keep your phone on in case of updates."

I feel so happy! "I'm so glad to welcome you back, Lady. I'll be waiting for you at the airport."

She sends a smiling face emojis with her reply.

"A few things I want done by the time I get back. The house had better be spotless; nothing left out of place. Make it... nice for me. I'm in the mood for a warm welcome."

I answer immediately. "Yes, Lady. I make sure everything is precisely as you like it. Anything in particular you would like, or any special requests?"

"Use your imagination. It better shows some effort. But remember: I don't want anything childish or tacky."

I begin preparing for her arrival starting the very moment I wake up on Monday. I scrub the house into opening every room with a bright feeling of openness, tidiness, and invitation.

As I go through each room, scrubbing, dusting, and tidying, my mind drifts to Anthea's return. I wonder what changes I'll notice. My thoughts drift further, crossing into territory that makes my cheeks burn. What if she was intimate with someone during her holiday? Has she shared parts of herself that I once longed to reach but never could?

These thoughts gnaw at me, a blend of envy and fascination. The truth is, she has every right to do as she pleases. I am the one left to serve, to make her life easier, not to pry into it. Yet, the questions keep surfacing, lingering in my mind like forbidden fruit, just out of reach, yet compelling enough to consider despite knowing better.

Finishing the rooms, I place an arrangement of white lilies, soft pink roses in a vase on the dining table. Next, I handwrite in calligraphy and hang a welcome banner that says, 'Welcome Home, Lady. Every day is brighter with you here', placed so it's the first thing she sees when entering. Light vanilla scent in an essential oil diffuser. Place it in the main area to set the home to be like a serene retreat from her journey.

I prepare some lemon-tea on ice and a fruit salad. I place the salad in a food Tupperware with fork and napkin, the ice tea in a bottle, as well as a bottle of water, and put them in a portable fridge before leaving for the airport. Then I place it in the trunk.

I well in advance park her car near the arrivals terminal and walk, looking anxiously at the time, towards the crowd at the entrance. The sun is hot, and this anticipation of finally seeing Anthea makes my heart race. After what has seemingly felt like a lifetime, passengers begin filtering out of the terminal. Then I see her: Anthea moves through the doors with grace, the journey and the warmth of the island sun oozing from her skin, she is a head-turner in her light summer outfit. It easily captures elegance and casual seduction.

Anthea wears a flowing sundress in deep blue, which turns brilliant against her brown skin; thin straps trace her shoulders. The dress is V-necked, serving up a graceful glimpse of cleavage without overexposure.

Pale blue leather sandals gracing her feet, on heels that are quite flat, and perfectly pedicured toes. A delicate anklet in gold blinks against her tanned skin, and I am looking with wide eyes at it since the key of my chastity device is hanging from the gold chain.

One hand is holding her handbag-elegant, minimalist design to fit her style to perfection-whereas one can see that she has tucked a pair of sunglasses into the neck of her dress. Long brown hair cascades down her back, a little tousled, framing her suntanned face. There is a relaxed glow in blue eyes that scan the room, coming to rest on me waiting where she has ordered.

As she approaches, her face breaks into a broad, warm smile. She waves, motioning for me to come closer, her eyes alight with a mixture of playful mischief and affection.

I hurry to her side, my excitement brimming over. She clasps me in a warm embrace, planting kisses on each of my cheeks, her lips soft and her smile real.

"Well, there's my handsome boy," she says, widening her smile. "Did you miss me?"

I feel my cheeks flush and try to sound as normal as possible, saying,

"More than words can say, Lady. The house felt so empty without you. I'm honored and happy, welcome back," I reply with sincerity, locking eyes with her.

I reach for her suitcase and backpack with hands that are reverent, ready to bear whatever burden she would bring along.

She giggles lightly, apparently happy, as I dutifully take her luggage, then already her attention turns to her fellow travelers to bid her goodbyes. Each of the group members hugs and gives her warm smiles, the mutual affection clear across borders. Some hug her, others press cheek kisses, and I watch, realizing quite how popular she is, the way people naturally fall under her spell.

Anthea is totally relaxed, joking and laughing with every person. Saving numbers into her phone, saying those final goodbyes, I stand patiently beside her, her suitcase in one hand, her backpack in the other.

Within minutes, she is turning back to me, her eyes sharp as they settle on me.

"Well, boy, let's get going. It is sweltering out here, and I need some air conditioning, hi-hi." She giggles and points to the car.

"Yes, Lady, everything in the car is set for you. I am here for whatever you may need," I say with a slight bow.

I put her bags in the trunk, open the passenger door for her, and she settles into the seat with a sigh, relaxing into it. I take the portable fridge, set it on the back seat, and hand her the ice tea. She smiles at me as she sips the tea, the delight evident on her face.

But once I'm back behind the wheel, I can't help but glance over and admire her as she crosses her legs casually, her sandal drooping a little.

"Lady, you are so beautiful and so nicely suntanned." Anthea giggles pleased by my compliment and stroking my cheek. I ask out of curiosity."How was your fly, Lady?"

She laughs, head cocked to study me.

"Fine but I have to make some calls now darling, stay silent and drive carefully."

I thread my way gingerly through heavy traffic while Anthea calls her friends and family. She devotes all her attention to her cell phone. Every once in a while, I turn toward her in wonder as she navigates each conversation with elegance, her voice modulated with warmth, wit, and firmness.

When the red light befalls, I grab my chance and hand her the chilled fruit salad and the bottle of water I prepared. Without gazing up from her call, she receives the salad with a slight nod of approval, relishing every bite in slow and measured rhythms as the conversations go on.

She dials her mother first, her tone softening slightly as she speaks.

"Hi, Mama! Yes, yes, I'm back! Just landed... fine and you?... I know, I know, it's been a long trip." She chuckles, adjusting herself in the seat, making herself comfortable while eating a few pieces of fruit. "No, don't worry about the house; I'll take care of it all."

She glances at me with a smirk, clearly amused at the thought.

"Yes, I'll clean everything, do the laundry, the ironing--all of it, no need to worry. I'll be on top of things." She laughs lightly. "I'm sure it's not that bad, but I'll check everything when I'm home, don't worry!"

She reassures her mother about everything, leaving no room for doubt that she'll return to a spotless, welcoming home.

"When are you coming back from your trip Mom?.... Nice... I'll call you later, and maybe we can plan a coffee or something next week upon your return. I missed you!... oh yeah nice idea..."

She ends the call with a cheerful, "Okay, Mom, talk to you soon." She takes a sip of water, her gaze briefly resting on me with approval then shifts comfortably in her seat, looking pleased. After a short pause, she dials her brother. Her tone becomes more playful, a hint of sibling mischief coming through.

"Guess who's back! You still owe me a lunch, by the way. I haven't forgotten." She laughs, tapping her nails on the side of the bottle, waiting for his response.

"It was fantastic! I'm definitely a little sunburned, but it was so worth it!"

She listens for a moment, occasionally munching on the fruit, clearly enjoying the cool refreshment. "Oh, you think you're too busy now? That's not an excuse; I'll make time for you." She grins. " Thursday for lunch at the port? Perfect! Just make sure you bring your wallet. This sister isn't paying for her own welcome-back lunch ha-ha!"

Before she ends the call speaks in excitement to her brother.

"Oh, and we have to catch up properly, maybe next week when Mom returns... Mom was saying she wants us all together, so let's make it happen. I'll handle the details. Kisses!"

When she calls Nikki, her tone shifts slightly, becoming more animated and enthusiastic.

"Nikki! Yes, I'm finally back! Oh, the trip was amazing, you wouldn't believe the beaches. And the people... ha-ha, yes, I'll tell you all about it soon."

Nikki's excitement carries through the phone, and Anthi laughs, clearly reveling in the warmth of her friend's welcome.

"Are we still on for Wednesday? Good, I need some girl time after all that relaxing." She chuckles, casting a quick glance at me. "Yes, he's here right now, driving me home, like the good boy he is."

I hear Nikki's laughter through the phone, and Anthea's grin widens as she takes another bite of fruit.

"I'll give you all the details soon, promise. Wednesday it is. And yes, I'll bring a few photos to make you jealous he-he." She winks at me as she ends the call, obviously pleased with her plans.

Anthea's voice softens slightly as she dials a friend, Irene, whom she hasn't seen in a while.

"Melina, darling! How are you? I'm back and so ready to catch up... Yes, yes, Mallorca was gorgeous, I highly recommend you take this trip next time!... Of course, when can we meet?... yes this week... I'm not taking no for an answer..."

I can hear Melina's enthusiasm through the phone, and Anthea's eyes light up as they start making plans.

"Tomorrow? Yes, that's perfect! Let's do something fun; Agreed then, and you can tell me all about your trip, too!... yes it is arranged... I also need to hear your professional opinion on a topic that keeps my mind busy... I will tell you tomorrow... oh no about my health sweetie... nothing to worry about ha-ha... see you tomorrow girl!"

As traffic inches forward, she dials a few of her clients,. Her tone becomes warm and animated, but also more professional as she arranges sessions with them.

I remain focused on driving, but I can't help but feel honored to witness these personal moments, each call giving me a deeper glimpse into her life. As the car moves slowly through the traffic, she finishes her fruit salad, handing me the empty container without a word. As I finally start nearing the neighborhood, she puts down her phone and stretches with a satisfied sigh.

" Well, that's enough catching up for now... Lots to plan, boy... Returning to the daily routine... You know, I almost didn't want to come back... but I do like being welcomed properly," she says with a grin. "What about you? How have you been keeping up with your tasks?"

"I followed your orders to the letter, Lady. I hope everything meets your satisfaction," I reply with quiet confidence. "Madam Nikki was a wonderful supervisor and 'slave-sitter' to make sure I stayed on track."

Anthea grins, "Oh, Nikki kept you on your toes, didn't she?" She laughs, clearly amused at the thought. "But for now, let's focus on getting me home, and maybe you can show me just how glad you are to have me back. You've done well so far, keeping everything prepared... I expect to walk into a perfect house."

"Everything is exactly as you wanted it, Lady. I hope you'll be pleased." I feel a rush of anticipation as I turn onto the street, and park her car.

I quickly jump out of the car, run and open the passenger door with a slight bow, Anthea hangs her bag on her shoulder and gets out of the car, my eyes locked on her legs, I am almost drooling.

I grab her luggage from the trunk and the portable fridge and follow her into the apartment building. I open the front door to let her in, then call the elevator and open the door to let her in and press the third floor button, then climb up the stairs as fast as I can since she's forbidden me to use the elevator.

I arrive breathlessly on the third floor almost simultaneously with the elevator; my Owner unlocks the door and enters the apartment letting out a pleasant cry of surprise as she sees the decor, the welcome banner, and the flowers and smells the subtle vanilla scent.

Anthea steps to the couch, sits and leans back throwing her handbag on the couch, then comfortably crossing her legs, right foot over the left, exuding an aura of relaxed authority.

"Undress and go prepare my coffee, I want it cold." she says nonchalantly.

I run to the guest room, strip naked, run to the kitchen, wear my apron, and prepare her coffee the way she likes it. Cold, no sugar, heavy, then serve her coffee with a glass of water on a tray on table coffee. With a respectful curtsey, I kneel gracefully at her feet.

"Clean my sandals before taking them off." She says smiling.

I begin licking the straps of her sandal in passion, hearing to her stifle laugh. Then I undo the strap and take off her pale blue sandal. Anthea changes feet and sit cross-legged again, I lick the straps of her left sandal before removing it.

She looks down and watches me set her sandals aside. She finishes her call and finally gives me all of her attention, setting her phone down with that faint, amused smile.

"Well, boy, I expect you've missed me. Tell me, how much?"

My heart is racing while I look up at her. She looks radiant, settled into the couch with a sense of calm authority, sipping her coffee as if she hadn't a care in the world. Taking a deep breath, I answer with sincerity, trying to show just how much her absence affected me.

"More than words can say, my Lady. Every moment without you was a waste, and I missed serving you, the feeling of your presence, everything."

Her lips curve into a playful smile.

"Oh, really? Such strong words. Let's see if you can show me just how much." She giggles pleased. "I missed your worship and flattery boy... hi-hi."

"Lady, you look... radiant. The sun has only highlighted your beauty; it's as if it was shining just for you. I can't look away, your skin, your hair, everything just seems so... perfect."

Anthea is smiling warmly, "Oh, please! Ha-ha, don't exaggerate. I'm not that special."

"But you are! And not just to me, Lady. People were mesmerized when they saw you at the airport, I noticed it. No one could look as beautiful under the sun as you do."

Anthea is brushing off her dress.

"Oh, stop, or you'll make me blush! But... hmm, I suppose a bit of color does suit me, doesn't it?" She gives me a playful wink, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"That dress is stunning, Lady. It's like it was made for you; it wraps around you so perfectly, as if it knows how incredible you are."

She laughing softly, tilting her head with a modest smile.

"Oh, you're just saying that. I'm sure there are countless women who could wear this dress far better than I do."

"No one else could wear it like you. No one else could carry such elegance and allure. You make the dress special, not the other way around."

She is amused and tapping her chin, as she gets a deep thought.

"Hmm... Well, if you're that sure, maybe I'll take your word for it."

"Lady, this glow... it's so beautiful. The sun has added even more warmth to your skin. It's... breathtaking."

"Oh, please! Breathtaking? You're really pulling out all the stops tonight, aren't you?"

"I mean it Lady. The way you look tonight... it's almost unfair. If I could paint, I would want to capture this moment forever."

Anthea grinning, is crossing her arms with mock seriousness

"Well, I must say, you've certainly convinced me that I'm something special ha-ha. Amazing, even! You're such a devoted flatterer, aren't you? But I suppose... it's nice to feel appreciated."

"Only because every word is true, Lady. You are amazing."

"Oh, I know, I know. I'm only teasing, boy. But keep up these compliments. You've finally learned to appreciate how special I really am ha-ha. It's about time!" She giggles lightly, her tone warm but teasingly mocking, before motioning to her feet. "Go on then, you're practically drooling and vibrating with excitement ha-ha."

With her permission, I lower onto my stomach as if the pure instinct draws me to her feet. I press warm, fervent kisses along her toes, then the tops of her feet, move to the delicate arches, letting each kiss linger. My lips part slightly, creating an audible wet sound at every kiss, letting my affection be as clear as possible. I savor the softness of her skin, just completely indulging in an inch from her.

"Oh my... I think someone's been deprived! Did you miss my feet that much, boy?" She smirks at my dedication with a hint of mockery. "You'd think they were the finest delicacy the way you're going at them."

She laughs, which encourages me, and I feel anew fervor as I rain passionate kisses over her feet, making sure every inch of them has the warmth of my devotion.

"Well, well... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been starving without me!" She giggles at this, soft, enjoying it. "You're not going to eat my feet, are you? Careful or there'll be nothing left of them, hi-hi!"

I can feel her wiggle her toes beneath my lips, and she giggles at my enthusiasm. Stretched out just a little, the playful wiggle teases me. She sips her coffee leisurely while I keep showering her feet with kisses.

"Did my absence really render you in such a fashion? My poor boy, you are utterly undone by the sight of my feet." She giggles and playfully pushes me over with her toes. "Perhaps I should leave more often if this is the kind of reception I get."

Slowly, I let my tongue out, ran it from the heel upwards to her toes, savoring her taste and skin against my tongue.

"Careful there, boy... I might start to think you've been waiting only for this. Imagine, all your thoughts just revolving around my feet. How sweet, and how foolish!" She giggles, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she watches my tongue move across her skin, taking each toe into my mouth one by one, licking and sucking each tenderly.

Closing my eyes, I concentrate on each toe, tracing curves and ridges with my tongue. My whole world narrows to just this moment, just her feet and my devotion. I'm on sub-space, no doubt here.

"What a warm welcome indeed! Adorable, really... Here I thought you'd be enjoying yourself, and here you are, worshipping like your life depends on it."

With every little peck of a kiss, I try to show how much I have missed her.

"Lady, each day without you seemed an empty thing. I was hollow... I missed serving you more than I can say."

Anthea's face softens somewhat, though she obviously remains amused.

"I can see that. And you're certainly making up for lost time." She laughs again first looking down at me indulgently. "Mmm... Yes, I suppose I missed your kisses too," she says with feigned indifference, her eyes watching my every movement. "Not that it matters too much, I've had a perfectly lovely holiday."