Aiden sunk his hands in the hot soapy water and let out a small moan.

“Very good, Aiden. Wash your first dish. See how much more pleasure it’ll give you.”Mistress Nicole sat at a small, nearby table. It gave her a perfect view of Aiden’s profile. She enjoyed the sight of him in the lavender apron she’d bought for just this session. 

“Yes, Mistress.” The brunet nodded, his short curls bouncing slightly. 

He lifted a plate, took the sponge, and washed it thoroughly as small short moans dripped from his lips.

A quick rinse, and he put the plate on the drying towel next to the sink.

“Done, Mistress.”

The moment the words passed his lips his free hand gripped the edge of the counter as his moans intensified.

About ten seconds later his moans died down and he sunk his hands back in the hot soapy water, searching for the next dish.

Mistress Nicole could see his hard cock lifting the fabric of his lavender apron, the only item of clothing he wore. She admired the curve of his bare ass she could see under the ties of the apron. It wasn’t exactly a “maid outfit” but it worked for their needs.

As he washed the next plate, she imagined she could see his cock swell with pleasure as it continued to lift the lavender fabric.

Plate clean, there was another quick rinse, then onto the drying towel, leaning against the first.

“Done, Mistress.”

Again, at his words, another ten seconds of intensified moaning before he calmed and reached for another dish.

Each plate, each cup, each knife, fork, spoon, spatula cleaned, rinsed, placed on the towel with a “Done, Mistress” resulted in the same ten seconds of increased pleasure.

About half way done, he attempted to set down a mug and found there was no room left on the towel.

“There’s no room on the towel, Mistress.” He held the mug, not leaving his spot from the sink but looking at her uncertainly.

She smiled at him and gestured above his head. “Use the clean towel hanging above the sink to dry and put the ones you’ve finished away.”

“But, the water, the pleasure...” His protest wasn’t strong and it trailed away as she shook her head.

“It’ll still be there. But in order to wash more dishes, you need space to put them. The faster you dry and put away the ones you’ve finished, the faster you can sink your hands back into that pleasure.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Aiden, with obvious reluctance, placed the sponge down on the edge of the sink, rinsed the hand that had held it, snagged the clean towel and, one by one, dried all the dishes he’d already cleaned.

Mistress Nicole could see his cock deflating beneath his apron as the lack of pleasure drew out longer and longer.

She smiled to herself, knowing it wouldn’t take much to return to its full glory. 

The last dish put away and towel back on its hook, Aiden said “Done, Mistress” but received no pleasure.

He whined softly. “Mistress? May I?” He gestured to the soapy water, half filled with waiting dishes.

“Very good for asking, Aiden. Yes, you may.” Again she smiled at his eagerness. Who would have thought a little trance would make a man, albeit a submissive one, eager to do dishes. 

Unaware of his Mistress’s thoughts, Aiden plunged both hands back into the water and his low moans quickly returned, as did his erection.

A minute later, “Done, Mistress.” And the intense moans began again.

Another thirty minutes of that and the last dish was placed on the towel and he received his reward of ten seconds of intensive pleasure.

Aiden dipped his hand back in the now warm, soapy water and searched but came up with nothing.

“That’s the last of them, Mistress.”

“Very good, Aiden. Dry them and put them away.”

It took a good five minutes before the very last dish was dried and in its place.

“Done, Mistress.”

Just like before, no pleasure.

“You’re doing so well. You have one more thing to wash. Drain the sink and wash it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The sink drained and washed, Aiden gave a final “Done, Mistress” and received his final reward.

This reward seemed to last seconds longer than the previous ones, and had he not been gripping tightly to the edge of the counter, Mistress Nicole doubted he would have remained on his feet.

Once the overwhelming pleasure died down, he gave a shuddering breath and stood upright.

“Very good. Aiden. Cancel soapy water. Drew, cancel Reward Mode.”

As Aiden’s eyes blinked and he shook his head free of the suggestion, another brunet man, one with much longer hair, crawled out from between Aiden’s legs and stood.

His lips looked swollen and well used, and he had a cock drunk smile on his face.

“Canceled, Mistress. That was certainly one way to get the dishes done.”

Under Aiden’s comment, Mistress Nicole could see Drew’s lips move and hear a low, “Canceled, Mistress.”

“It seemed to have been effective. My good boys, come here.” She held out both hands from where she sat and both boys eagerly made their way to her, Drew slightly unsteady on his feet.

“Drink.” She handed them both glasses of water which they both downed quickly.

When they handed her their empty glasses, she set them down on the table then ordered them both to sit at her feet, which they obediently did.

She pet their hair, praised them, and Aiden ate it up while Drew slowly lost his cock drunk expression.

About ten minutes later, both were completely back to normal.

“Do either of you need more water?”

They both shook their heads. “No, Mistress.”

“Good. Because now it’s time to do laundry. And this time, Aiden will be in Reward Mode. Drop. Down. Deep.”

And they both dropped, sitting at their Mistress’ feet, ready for the next hypnotically rewarding chore.

The End