My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... caved in to my fantasies. Nervously and full of apprehension, I placed the book in full view, impossible to miss. I wanted Rita to see it.

She said nothing of it when she departed. But after she left I raced downstairs and noticed a post-it note from Rita, stuck on the cover of theMistress Guide. On the post-it note was a question mark and an exclamation point, a smiley face AND "XOXO" followed by a heart. A fucking smiley face! And an "XOXO" with a heart! My stomach quivered and my dick hardened. All due to this not-so-subtle communication from Rita, my housekeeper and now, more than ever, my Fantasy Domme.

Two weeks later, I again left the Mistress manual on the music room table. I'd taken out a highlighting pen and marked the sentences and passages that applied especially to me and my fetishes. The stuff that really pushed my buttons. Shit that stoked my fire. Descriptions of obedience demands, restraints, some corporal punishment, humiliation, even some strap-on play. Driven by my growing obsession, I didn't hold back on identifying my fantasies. I put the highlighter to work.

I also created on my computer a realistic-looking library-like checkout card and left it conspicuously next to the book. It showed the title of the book, the date of checkout (the date of her cleaning), the due date (two weeks hence), the name of the borrower (blank), and the return date, (also blank). I meant it to be a playful gesture, but with serious intent. I wanted to share with her ...

... what turned me on. I wanted to reveal what a kinky fellow I was. What an ardent submissive I was.

So, this scheme (the highlighted passages inMistress Guide and checkout card) awaited Rita in the music room, a mere two weeks after she left me the enigmatic but encouraging post-it note. Those two weeks passed, she arrived and I took my familiar post in the downstairs bedroom. I tried to read but was too agitated to pay attention.

She finished cleaning the upstairs office and, as usual, she called out. "Your office is ready."

I adjourned to the cleaned office upstairs and closed the door behind me, as usual. I was incredibly nervous, forgoing any meaningful work, playing computer games, listening to some music and reading theNY Times online as she worked away. She cleaned like a whirlwind, as usual. When she was done she knocked on my office door, as usual, and called out.

"I'm done!" I emerged and she began running down her report on the house condition. Then she added, "The next time I come I expect to see fresh vacuum bags, a new box of Mr. Clean Magic Erasers, and a fresh bottle of Soft & Scrub. Oh, and make sure all the cleaning rags are washed and ready to go."

I was a bit taken aback by the authoritative, almost condescending tone. She'd never sounded like that before. My thoughts immediately reverted to commands my wife used to give. Orders that fueled my libido and aroused the flames in my submissive loins. Gawd, how I'd missed it. I got a boner. While I ...