A True Domestic Goddess
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I’m no domestic goddess. In fact, there’s nothing I dislike more than cleaning up my own mess. I have a cleaner who comes once a week but when they leave, it only takes me a few hours to make sure the chaos returns. I can’t work out how I do it.
My cleaner had gone on holiday and as I sat in my office and looked around at the state of everything I felt as though I could go insane quite easily. I started to think that I had no choice but to clean it up myself so I got up and went into the kitchen to make myself a motivational coffee. Then I realised that I was down to my last clean spoon I slowed down to a stop and I knew that even the latest house music couldn’t help. I put my stress to one side when I heard someone come online. I ran to my laptop because I’d forgotten that I was still connected.
One of my regular slaves was screaming for webcam attention. I had to tell him that I wasn’t available for chat because I really had to start cleaning. This turned him on immediately and I began to smile. I took the laptop into the chaotic kitchen and explained to him that I would be back in a minute.
While he was waiting expectantly, I stripped down to my underwear and put on a gingham apron and I began to get motivated immediately when I saw the face of my relieved slave reappear on the screen. I know, cleaning isn’t for everyone but if you feel that need watch it, one of my friends will happily oblige 
I put on a new pair of rubber gloves. I could feel his observation of me like a tingle on my skin. Then I turned slowly so that my back was facing the webcam. After I began to scrub and wash the worktop I began to sway my hips from side to side, knowing his eyes were following my every move. I made regular eye contact with the screen and urged him to keep talking.
He could hear everything in my kitchen; the crashing noise of the plates, the squeak of my gloves, the roar of the boiler every time I rinsed anything and the noise of the water draining away. Every time his voice was drowned out by kitchen noise I swayed my derriere even more. More than once, I forgot to sway and, when I realised, I jiggled my bottom twice as much. Then, when I scrubbed a dirty frying pan, I bent over and pushed my bottom even closer to the camera.
When I had finished my chores in the kitchen, I realised that my slave still hadn’t got bored. Far from it in fact. I decided to carry on cleaning the rest of my apartment, knowing he was more than happy to continue paying me. After the webcam session when my apartment was spotless, I realised that having a cleaner is great but being paid by someone else so they can watch you cleaning your own place is just the best.
Title photo by Kristyan Geyr Images from the short film LOVE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME directed by Erika Lust.
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Scrummy! What colour rubber gloves are you preferring?
Green, I would say?
whoops! You’re not far off.
I would offer her monies to choose whichever colour she desired…and then wear them to wave her finger at me when I’m a bad boy.
I’d love to think that someone would pay to watch me clean my bedroom. So jealous.
After a long week in the city, I can’t imagine anything finer than sinking into a leather armchair, smoking a well deserved cigar, supping a nice claret and…reading another arousing literary insight into your enviably perverse world. Mmmmmmm.
Just loaded up with the most horny details…very cool.
Yes, with fetish such as that the little describtions so important xxx
Absolutely right. The layers and layers of sounds and images in this text define the accumulation of fetish power. Genius.
These words are so great and the picture…so hot!