For longtime readers of my blog, you know that Thursday’s are meant as Domestic Slave days. Thursdays were when I spent the day being the domestic slave to my Boss or a friend, cleaning their homes or running errands for them. For the last few months, I have been without a regular Thursday house to clean or alternative Master to use me. So my Owner has been coming up with other ways to occupy my time.
Thankfully that has temporarily changed. The owner of our favorite Pizza Pub/Bar has asked if I could be His housemaid for the summer and into the fall. His beautiful wife Patty has had to go back home to care for her mother and will be gone for days or weeks at a time. He wasn’t sure how long or how often. But they both asked if I would help keep the house clean and of course, my Owner said that I would be happy to. And I was. They are both wonderful people and have two wonderful kids who we have seen grow into fine young men.
The issue was my dress. Normally I am naked when I clean or wear only an apron. But in this house, one of the kids may be home for the summer and the wife, she knows but has never said anything about my lifestyle. Master-Sir and Charlie (the owner) agreed that when others are in the home, I am to wear a long T-shirt or summer dress. Still no bra or panties so I can easily get dressed or undressed as needed.
The eldest son is Kelly, He is 16 and just got His drivers license. Actually, He was just about to take the test when I started cleaning. His interest in cars is getting serious and He has been to the house a few times to look at the El Camino Master-Sir and Frank are restoring. Being summer, He was usually home. He had sports in the afternoon. But stayed home in the morning trying to get extra points on an online pre-college study course. He is very bright for His age compared to other teenagers I have met here. He is also a little socially awkward for His age and His friends He hangs around with.. The ugly duckling syndrome strikes again!
Wearing just a summer dress or the long T-Shirt I have that covers everything, I always would arrive and enter thru the garage entrance (slaves or maids never walk thru the front door!) and first check if there were any notes for me on the counter. The wife would leave a list of what she needed or wanted me to focus on first with a note of great thanks or similar notes. Like I was saving her from certain death or something! Kelly, being a bit shy around women, would make me aware he was home and if I needed anything to just ask Him.
I like to start with His bedroom, just to say hello and see if He needed anything and maybe add a little tease! I was being pleasant and friendly, not showing anything but occasionally gave Him a down-blouse look that He noticed every time. But He seemed to want more than just a hello or a flash of big saggy tits. Actually, He wanted to talk but wasn’t sure how to start the conversation.
I felt for Him, I was that outcast for my weight. He seemed a little lost because of His hormonal issues, zits, and facial blemishes plus a little too much weight for his age and body. I know how rough other kids can be when you don’t exactly fit in. Slowly He is opening up to me and we are talking.
When Patty, the wife was there, we would talk about her family and the health issue with the relative she is having to deal with and travel for. I would always be proper and answer Her with “Yes, Mam” or something like that. She finally asked me why I do that? She knows I am a slave to my husband, but “we are two women, alone, from the men” so I could drop that if “its allowed” was her statement. I answered as I always do. She is a very beautiful woman and an awesome mother, I am just the slave who was told to offer my domestic services to her, to help out as needed. As a slave rule, even when others are around, I am always to be respectful of the people and to know my place is not to be their equal. I am doing it because my Master said that’s how I am to respond unless told otherwise. So I obey His wish. Did she want me to say something else?
She liked it, not wanting me to change, she just was curious how I can say it so easily and believable. she also felt a little strange to hear it so proper and out loud by another. That led us down another conversation that we start and stop as she has the time or is home. She likes to know more about my obedience and how i talk to my Owner and to others. She has also asked if I would be OK with her being topless or nude when we are alone. They have a pool in the backyard with a privacy fence. Although she said she “always like to be nude” she also seemed a little shy when she first appeared walking thru the house topless to go lay out by the pool. As if she was not so open about wanting to be topless in her own pool!
Being a busy mother of three boys, she has been able to keep a very flattering figure. Standing about my height 5’6 and nice perky 36C breasts ( I wash the laundry and checked her bra!) would keep any breast-man happy. When she was topless, that meant that I could be naked. She loved that I would come to where she was and wait for her attention, then properly ask if she would be ok with me being naked since none of the boys were home? She would smile before telling me “Yes You May, slave.” she seemed to relish calling me a slave. I always enjoy the moments I could get naked and be myself while cleaning the house. She also seemed to like having me naked because I work better, faster and more focused when I can be me.
The funny thing is that with my Bosses homes, they were larger and fancier, but easier to clean. This is a real middle-class home that is lived in and used by the family. Smaller in size yet takes me longer to do it all! But I love doing it. It makes them happy and my Owner appreciates the service I am giving to our friends in a time of need. Of course, the father makes sure we get extra toppings on our pizza that He delivers personally so I can give Him His much-deserved blowjob for His tip (plus Master-Sir gives him cash)!
Being their maid has also given me a new look at my life. I thought having one Master to serve and to maintain His home was difficult. I can not imagine a house with kids and to be small business owners. Putting in 80 hour weeks and all that responsibility. They have a home office that Miss Patty has shown me but not asked to clean and I can see its not an easy way to make a living. So with all that and a sick relative, I feel for them and want to make sure their home is clean and comfortable for them to come home to and not stress over.
So now, my calendar is as it should be, full of duties to please my Owner and make Him a happy man.