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.