I watched Teresa eat while still being in her yellow sweaterdress. I was vacuum cleaning the bedroom and the hallway. My “blond hair” — the yellow scarf on my head, and my big cowl neck sweater were constantly in the way. So even the easiest chores turned out to be harder than I wondered. But I was done in twenty minutes which seemed as two hours.

Teresa came to me and caressed my cheek. She was looking at me from head to toe, admiring her work.

– Now clean the dishes, Elena!

I nodded and went to clear the dining table first. I placed the dishes in the sink and turned on the water. I glimpsed at Teresa who was sitting on her couch, watching me. I really put some effort in the washing. I felt it being an crucial task. I lifted up my fallen cowl, seeing my bare breasts for a moment. Teresa was like a goddess compared to me. I wanted to do everything for her.

My boner was sticking up the sweater. It was making me very uncomfortable. I had the feeling that letting an orgasm in it wasn’t a good idea so I stopped moving a couple of times in order to calm myself.

I heard Teresa approaching. She stopped right behind me.

– Are you finished? — she asked.

– Just a couple more — I said.

I felt her hands on my back. She started slowly rubbing me – from my neck to my butt.

– How bad do you want to please me? — she whispered in my ear.

– Very bad!

Her right hand slowly went in front and two of her fingers found a way under the sweater. My boner felt her cold skin.

– Are you ready to lose everything just to please me?

I nodded in excitement. The two fingers squeezed the base of my length and very slowly began moving around, caressing and toying with it. The edge of my hard-on was rubbing onto the inside of the green sweater.

– How about we begin with something small — Teresa said and with her left hand she brought before my face a sheet of paper.

Her two fingers kept touching me while I was reading it.

“The subject has to buy the miss two new sweaters every month and a piece of clothing selected by her. In the mentioned period he is to deliver a trip to a destination of her choice.”

I was reading an actual contract. I don’t know when Teresa wrote it but it looked legit. I had to also come to her home on a regular basis and repair stuff and do some chores. Teresa had prepared for me in a frightening way.

– All these will cost you. For example, I don’t want some cheap sweaters. I need to maintain a classy look for my job.

I read the contract again. I was mentioned as “The subject” and there was a place to sign with my real name. I wondered for a moment — my salary could take the extra expenses. But on the other hand, there were those dark days when you’re out of a job or in need of some expensive medical care. At times like these I couldn’t afford Teresa’s business if I’d signed.

Her whole hand wrapped around my boner.

– What do you choose? — she whispered behind me.

Some spark of common sense was lit up in my mind, trying to back me off from this financial slavery. But my right shoulder popped out reminding me that I was Elena now. I was so confused for a moment that I was surprised by the very fact that I was equipped with a penis.

I felt Teresa’s lips on my bare shoulder. I suddenly felt so vulnerable without her. The cold world outside was disgusted by fetishists like me. And yet I was living in a wool dream created because of her. The contract was gonna give me more time together so why was I hesitating?

I reached for the pen and felt the squeeze on my crotch get tighter. Teresa was excited too. She was on the edge of keeping me to be with her for a long time.

I signed the contract. I almost heard Teresa smiling. She kissed me gently on my bare shoulder and said:

– Good girl!

Before I could say anything she bit my skin roughly and I jumped from the small shock.

Teresa kept smiling while letting me go of her grip, which was highly disappointing for me. She took the contract and went somewhere to hide it.

When she came back her face was glowing.

– It’s time to do the laundry, Elena! — she said firmly.

I nodded and left the sink. Teresa lead me to the other end of her house. There she made me look at myself at a mirror, reminding me of my role. While staring at the image there, I realized I would actually consider sleeping with myself if I saw me in some bar.

After this disturbing and confusing wondered, Teresa made me crawl the last part of the hallway. My yellow “braids” were dragging on the floor but I couldn’t do anything about it. When I reached the washing machine, I noticed a basket with dirty laundry next to it.

– You can use only your mouth to fill the washing machine.

I looked at Teresa with doubt. I hesitated when my eyes moved back to the basket.

– C’mon, Elena! We have more work do to!

I remembered the picture of my wife and the tall guy. I visioned her down on her four and doing the “laundry” like Teresa wanted.

And I wanted her to feel the humiliation.

My mouth opened and I bit at some blouse from the basket. It smelled of sweat and dirt. I closed my eyes and managed to deliver it into the washing machine. Then I proceeded with some pants, leggings, bras, socks and couple other things I couldn’t recognize in my state of unbearable shame.

When I was done, the taste in my mouth was awful.

Teresa seemed pleased.

– I don’t remember a time when my house looked so nice without me even letting a drop of sweat — she laughed.

– I’m happy about that! — I admitted.

She was looking at me in an odd way but didn’t say why.

– One last thing before we do some real fun.

I watched her enjoying me down on the floor. She took her time before saying:

– The garbage. I want you to take it out in the bin. It’s just around the corner.

My eyes widened.

– What? — I asked. — Are you serious?

– Dead serious.

I looked at my messy cowl neck and the yellow scarf on my head. Going out like this would make me a target of cruel jokes if I met someone who recognizes me. The very wondered of that made me slip out of Elena’s role. Fear overcame excitement of the game.

But Teresa insisted.

I was lead to the kitchen where two bags awaited me. I took them and felt how heavy they were.

– Didn’t have time to throw them away — Teresa explained. — C’mon, let me show you where the bin on the street is.

We went to the window which was next to the front door. The short lawn ended up on a nicely lit street. I felt scared even by staying in the window like that.

– This was supposed to be a private game, Teresa! — I said.

She looked my panicked face above her big yellow collar and lifted an eyebrow.

– You’ll be fine, Elena! — she spoke the name in a reassuring way. It helped a little but not enough.

While I was still standing in front of the window, Teresa explained to me where to throw the bags. Then she opened the door and pushed me out. Before I could say something or bargain my way back in, the door closed and I heard a key locking it.

I was in complete and utter horror! The cold night embraced me with its freezing fingers. I tried to hide as much skin as I could in my cowl neck sweater but I couldn’t hide my neck, shoulders and knees all at the same time. I quickly began shivering and turned to the window. With soaked eyes, I looked at Teresa, still in her beautiful chunky sweaterdress, all warm and cozy. She made me a sign to go on. I shook my head. I didn’t want to. But she insisted.

“I won’t open the door until you get rid of those”- I read what her lips said.

I turned around once again, facing the street. It was empty. For now.

OK, it wouldn’t be so hard. I still had Teresa’s furry boots on so if I would run, the humiliation would be shorter. I took a breath and I put my best sprinting, just to reach the neighbor’s house, where my cowl neck collar fell down to my wrists again. I was so shocked of how quickly I got exposed that I dropped both bags and lifted up my sweater. For a few seconds I was half-naked in the night, helpless before the freezing wind scraping my skin off. I was so cold that I could barely catch my breath.

Then I saw that one of the bags was torn and some junk had fallen out. I crouched and quickly stuffed the damn thing until there was nothing left on the sidewalk. When I stood up, my heart missed a beat. There was a woman approaching, not far from me. I looked around. To cross on the other side was not an option because it would make my shameful walk last longer. No, I had to pass her by.

I closed my eyes, dug inside for some courage, and went on. On the second step my left shoulder popped out again and the cruel wind started torturing it. But I didn’t want to stop. The woman was close and the less I attracted her attention the better. So I continued walking hoping that she is tired and distracted from a hard day in the office. The closer I got to her, the more I could see from her face — she was trying not to look at me but her curiosity got the best of her. She had long red hair and was intentionally trying to hide under it while glimpsing at me. I noticed how her eyes looked me up and down, side to side, wondering what the hell I was. When I was about to pass her by, I felt her fearing me. She took a step apart, letting me walk by. I nodded in a thankful response, still shivering from the cold. At least my boner was dead in this freezing desert so it didn’t push the sweater’s front when the stranger was staring at me.

Finally she was behind my back. I didn’t want to turn around to see if she kept looking at me. I managed to reach around the corner and looked for the trash bin.

But it wasn’t there. There was no sign of it ever being present on that particular spot. Teresa had lied to me.

I looked around in panic. There was a car coming from east and a taxi, waiting for a customer close to Teresa’s house. Now I was shivering badly and this didn’t help discover a trash bin.

One street light was turning itself on and off, but when it worked it showed me a reflection on the far corner. I managed to fight the freezing tears that the wind caused in my eyes and I focused on an image of a trash bin. I was so cold that I didn’t even care how I looked. So I ran as fast as I could to the bin while the sweater fell once again almost down to my waist. It nearly tripped me but I fought through this and finally got rid of the bags.

On the bridge of fainting from the shame and coldness I started running back to Teresa’s house with my hands inside the sleeves, pushing the cowl collar as wide as efficient around my shoulders. The taxi had his client in and I heard the engine starting. The driver drove towards me making me feel exposed. But I couldn’t stop running. I was trying to pull the sweater all around me. Its precious knit was the only thing that was keeping me alive right now but even though it was an oversized piece of thick wool, it was far from being able to cover all of my bare skin.

The horror kept coming. The taxi stopped and a head popped out from the driver’s seat.

– Are you ok, miss? — a voice of an old man asked me. My heart was gonna explode. I hugged myself with the sweater as best as I could and hid my face under the yellow scarf.

– Yes, don’t worry! — I said with a feminine voice. It was a humiliating moment but I had to say something. Otherwise, the Samaritan would’ve probably go out of the car and look closer at the “damsel in distress” on the sidewalk. — Just my night jogging!

A second face looked from the rear seat — a young girl, probably a student in the local university. She was holding a phone which made me realize that youngsters these days liked recording everything they wondered was interesting.

So I just waved thankfully at the driver and kept running. He seemed confused when he looked at my face but I didn’t care. I had to go back to Teresa’s house as soon as efficient.

I went as far as I could from the taxi and looked at it. It finally took off. I crossed the street and came back to Teresa’s lawn. I tried opening the door but it was locked. I was terrified. I was on the brink of crying. I slammed at the door in panic. Just when I was about to give up and fall down to my knees and let the cold take over my body, Teresa opened the door.

I was offered a hand to walk in and my voluptuous tormentor hugged me in her cozy wool outfit. This was the most satisfying hug I’ve felt. I was about to melt in her arms. Still, my shivering didn’t stop.

She lead me into the living room which was the warmest in her home. Then she sat on the couch before the TV and lifted her sweater dress.

– You can warm in here, if you want! — she said with a naughty smile.

My knees buckled and I found myself on the carpet. She widened the opening and let my head push inside the knit. Suddenly the world turned dark yellow as the big sweaterdress embraced the upper part of my body. My head was laid on her belly while my arms were hugging her around the waist. My torso was between her thighs which closed so that I can warm.

And man, warm she was!