My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... again, it wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. From my Mistress. And I always obey my Mistress.

I made my way to the downstairs bedroom, threw off my bathrobe (which I'd put on after our masturbation session) and worked my way into the silly little costume. I thanked gawd it was an extra-large. It actually fit. Sleeveless, of course, it left my chest bare down to just above my nipples and it had an extremely short hemline. So short that my cock hung out below it. "My, oh my," I remember thinking. "Am I really going to wear this damn thing to clean my own house?"

The answer was yes. Subsequent visits entailed me presenting myself in maid regalia, after I'd done a whole lot of cleaning, leaving very little more for Rita to do. After all, I yearned to maximize the time we had to play our Domme/sub games. And my maid outfit turned out to add a good deal of zesty kink to our role playing. And provided a context in which Rita explored most all of the transcribed passages I'd presented to her. To say we experimented doesn't capture the variety of escapades she created. In every sense, she was a most extraordinary Dominatrix / Domme. She played me like a concert violinist plays a fiddle, with familiarity, mastery and passion...and she was oh so very, very naughty. I realized that I was extremely fond of her as my housekeeper. I adored her as my Mistress.

On her second to the last visit (and yes, this relationship does have an end) she pulled out most (but not all) of the ...

... stops. I'd cleaned extensively, anticipating her visit. The only chore left undone was vacuuming downstairs.

I greeted her in my outfit and even did a ludicrous curtsy for her. She surveyed the place, complimented me on my attention to detail but chastised me for not vacuuming the downstairs carpets. She sat on the recliner in the recreation room, where I'd first masturbated for her.

She told me to fetch a cock ring and her riding crop. "On all fours," she commanded. I crawled out and returned on all fours with the cock ring and riding crop. She had me kneel, hands behind my head, and fitted the cock ring around my cock and balls and snapped it shut. It was snug. A hard-on ensued. Then she had me lean over an ottoman and pull up my skirt. She administered many whacks on my bottom with the riding crop. I lost count of how many. She continued until it stung. I'm sure my cheeks were red.

"Now finish the vacuuming and meet me in the bedroom when you're done."

I scurried about in my little maid's uniform, carefully vacuuming all the carpeted downstairs rooms. I put the vacuum away and then crawled into the bedroom on all fours. She was leaning back in a fortress of pillows.

She made me lie down on my back, smack in the middle of the queen-size bed. Several sessions ago she'd instructed me to leave wrist and ankle restraints tethered to the corners of the bed, for quick use. She had me stretch my arms and legs to the four corners, Velcroed them taut and then she stood ...