If you do the items on my ‘honey do’ list, then, honey, oh, how I’ll do you.”

That was the text I woke up to, and I felt a wave of anticipation break over me.

“List is on the fridge,” the following text stated. “Don’t let me down.”

I stumbled into the kitchen to find the list held to the refrigerator with a heart-shaped magnet. Written in Sonia’s neat penmanship were all the chores she expected me to get done during the day. I was on vacation, and I had no problem fixing all the little gadgets that were malfunctioning.

I’ve always been good with my hands. Even so, the list took me all day, and all day I fantasized about what our night would be like. Because after every chore, she’d specified a reward.

If I put in a new faucet, she would tie me down.

If I fixed the lamp in the living room, she would use a sex toy on me.

If I made the garage door opener work again, she would put clamps on my nipples.

And so on.

As the work got harder, so did my dick, because the rewards noted after each item became more intense. None of the jobs were outside of my capabilities. The only hard part was the fact that I was hard. How easy is it to focus on rewiring a plug when your dick keeps getting in the way and your fantasies insist that every handyman needs a break from time to time to use his hand?

But I didn’t give in. Sonia, my sweet Sonia, would be able to tell if I jacked off without her. Then, I was sure, she would call foul and I would get no relief.

How did she know I could fix every item? We’d met more than a year ago, when she wandered into the repair shop where I work. I’d joined the business after graduating college, helping more with the financial side but always willing to lend a hand if things got busy. We weren’t busy on the day that Sonia came in, but I saw her blonde hair from across the room and hurried out of the rear office to help her myself. One of our employees shot me a disappointed look. But he’s married. He didn’t have first dibs on hot customers.

Sonia looked out of place. There was no spot to sit there, hardly any place to stand. Then, as now, we had parts and wires and machinery bits all over. I saw her feeling uncomfortable. I mean, I could sense it. So I bantered with her to set her mind at ease. She had something simple that day, an old-fashioned clock with a frayed wire. But she came back over and over. Turned out, she was an avid collector of vintage items. She’d pick up things at garage and estate sales, falling in love with the curve of a lamp or the face of a clock, but not knowing how to fix the ones that didn’t work.

“My turn-ons were her turn-ons. We were so well wired together.”

That’s where I came in.

And soon, that’s where I came.

“I like things that are old,” she said to me when she paid the bill one afternoon. “That is for my furnishings. But as for my men? I like them like you — young.”

I grinned at her. I appreciated the way she looked, so polished and professional. And I didn’t care if she was 40 to my 25. She had a classy style to her that made me act gallant in return. That night, she invited me to her place to assess the rest of her things. I wasn’t expecting her to be in a teddy when I knocked on the door. She showed me exactly how to work her wiring. Now, I live with her, and on my days off, I am more than a handyman. I work through my list, and she pays me in kind.

Back to today. The lamp. The garage door — not vintage, obviously, but something that was out of her realm. As I finished every item, I imagined my rewards. I was halfway to heaven already by the time she came home from work. She took one look at the bulge in my slacks, and she said, “Turn on the lamp.”

Proud of my abilities, I showed her how her piece worked.

“Now, turn it off,” she said, “and come to the bedroom.”

There, she stripped me while she stayed clothed. I love the way she looked, somewhat prim in her pencil skirt and her powder-pink blouse. She said, “You did every item?”

“Yes, Sonia,” I told her. My cock bobbed, too, as if needing to be part of the conversation.

“So let’s tally the total.”

She gazed at the list, and then she got to work. I was reminded of myself. I always lay out the tools I’ll need before I start a job. She did the same: nipple clamps, a small vibrator, lube. Then she tied me down to her bed and began to tweak my machinery. Her mouth found my nipples, and they grew hard instantly at her touch. Her fist pumped my dick, and I cried out and tried to force myself to slow down. I didn’t want to come too quickly. I’d worked all day, after all. I wanted this pleasure to last.

She added a generous amount of lube and then began to really massage my cock for me. The way her hands felt around my unit was more than magical. She knew precisely the tempo and the touch to get me off. After only a few sweet strokes, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make it much longer. I told her so, and she said, “Oh, pretty boy, you’d better do your best. I want to fuck that cock of yours. And I want it to be nice, and thick, and hard.”

I grit my teeth. I imagined working with my tools. In my mind, I loosened a tight screw. Then I pretended I was fixing a wall socket. Anything, anything to keep my mind occupied so I wouldn’t shoot my come all over her hand.

“That’s right,” she said, indicating she understood how difficult this was for me. “You hold on to yourself. You rein yourself in.”

“Baby,” I murmured. “I don’t know how long I can do this. You turn me on so much.”

“Behave for me,” she insisted. “Otherwise all those rewards may become punishments.”

When she was pleased with the way I stood proud and tall for her, she put the sex toy into action. I had to hold myself totally still as she used that toy to tickle my asshole. Fuck, that felt good. Sonia knows how much I like to feel her fingertips caressing me there. The vibrations made me keen low under my breath. She said. “What’s next?”

“Nipple clamps!” I barked out.

“That’s right.” She added the clamps, and I did my best not to shoot a geyser. I was so desperate and ready to fuck. She finally took pity on me and removed her panties. Then, while I watched, she climbed on top of me. I shot right up her cunt, and I realized that she’d become wet while she worked me. My turn-ons were her turn-ons. We were so well wired together.

I couldn’t hold on to her waist, couldn’t touch her since my hands were bound, but I bucked her in the air with my hips and felt her take my cock to the root. Then I boosted her up once more, and she cried out with ecstasy.

It didn’t take long for the two of us to reach our orgasms together. Holding out was well worth the wait.

I’ll always be Sonia’s handyman.

And she’ll always fix my cock.

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