I was between jobs so it only seemed right that I should tackle the housework while my wife worked. But before I was able to get a new job, Dianne got a promotion and huge raise; she proposed that since she never liked housework anyway, and we did not need an additonal income, that I become the full-time "wife." (We have no children nor do we want any.) I told her that was fine with me.
What I did not tell her is how I fantasized about this, being a live-in servant. To play the role, I had bought a maid's outfit, which was really a red skating dress - - a turtleneck leotard with short skirt attached - - and a pair of fishnet tights.
I would put these on after she had left for work, and as I did my housework, I got increasingly turned on. I would stop for a break and stroke the bottom of my balls (which were right next to the thin spandex crotch); invariably, this would result in a very pleasant orgasm. In mid-afternoon, I washed out the crotch of the dress and hung it to dry in the attic.
This went on for a couple of weeks and then suddenly she showed up, home many hours early!
It was embarrassing enough to have her find me dressed like that, but doubly so because I had just had my orgasm and there was a definite tell-tale spot in front of my crotch. (The skirt was not only enough to hide it.)
She was not feeling well, but gathered the strength to tell me that this was unacceptable to her, and that the spot (from an obvious method of release) was the reason I was unable to satisfy her in bed lately. Then she went to bed to sleep off her sickness. And, I hoped, her anger.
The next morning was Saturday so she slept late, and then told me to sit down for a talk. [Naturally I was dressed in normal clothes.] She would allow me to continue dressing up for housework but with a few changes. She would tell me about them when she got back from shopping.
When she returned, she again summoned me to her presence - - that's the way I felt, since she was using her high-power business attitude. She handed me a small bag and told me to go into the bedroom and put it on. It was a pair of briefs with a plastic athletic cup inside a little pouch! Man, was that thing snug when I got it on. I returned to the living room and she inspected it, making sure the pouch could not be shifted.
"This is what you will wear under your maid's outfit. We will dye it red so it looks like it is part of your dress. There will be no more playing with yourself while you work. Now go get your dress on!"
I looked in the mirror and had to admit that it did look good, apart from the shite sticking out a little from under the red leotard. And the snug crotch bulhe did look great! Then she told me that we were going shopping. Yes, in my maid's outfit, even though I protested.
We drove to the mid-sized city an hour away and stopped in front of a fetish store.
"You don't think I was going to let you be seen by anyone who knows us, did you? That would reflect on me. But these people will be happy to see you as you are dressed."
We went in and she took me over to the restraints section. Selecting a nice one-inch collar with a ring in the front, she put it around my neck and locked it in back. But there was more than that, as I found out when I reached around; she had also locked the zipper of my leotard to the collar. The check-out girl smiled with approval and suggested a leash, but Dianna was not interested.
However, when we got home, she did add something to the front ring on the collar - - a large jingle bell, secured by a small padlock.
"This is what you will wear every day from 9:00 to 5:00. And when I am home, the jingle bell will tell me where you are!"
Knowing that I had to hold onto my urine, I drank as little liquid as I could for the twelve hours before. At the end of the week, Dianne remarked about how improved my housecleaning was. And also that I was now able to satisfy her in bed. Another week later, she brought home a little tag that read WENDY and locked that onto my collar with the jingle bell.
The bombshell came two weeks after that.
"My business associate Carla just lost her maid, and she has a big party coming up this weekend. I think I will lend you to her to help her prepare for the party." Before I could say anything, she continued," But don't worry about your identity. I told her I thought I saw an ad in the paper. I will call her and give your cellphone number. You can stipulate that you will be masked at all times. And you can dedice how much to ask in payment."
What was I to say? Deep inside, I loved the idea of being a maid. Of course I got no sexual satisfaction from it, at least not in the form of an orgasm. (There was no dislodging my penis from the athletic cup, and even when I put it in facing up, the cup would not let it grow.) But I did tingle at various times and when I took off the cup, it was sticky inside. But to do housecleaning for someone else?
Well, I knew what the answer would be. I objected, and my objection was overruled. Just the way I wanted it!
Carla called and she accepted my terms. I went back to the fetish store and bought a black spandex mask with just eye and mouth holes. When Dianne dressed me for the asssignment, the mask went on before the collar; it had a back zipper. Dianne put the collar on me, locked it, securing both the zippers to it, and then sent me off to my assignment.
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11.08.07