Domestic service

Today at 9 I was already at the boy's apartment, the young man who just became independent. I'm arranging things as I can because this week work is taking longer. I think I might let the gentleman from Sunday go if I'm lucky and the divorced man calls me; I will give him absolute priority.

I’m not looking to be a domestic employee; I’m looking for a fixed and stable master for myself. And I'm going to focus on whoever has the most possibilities.

So, I arrived at 9:00 and the poor guy was still waking up; he was in his underwear. I told him he could stay in bed if he wanted, and I would bring him breakfast, so he went back to bed, and I prepared him a coffee with milk, some toast with butter and jam, and brought it to him. He thanked me, such innocence; it’s me who should be thanking him.

I’m going to gather my things, take a shower, and clean everything in the kitchen; I’ll wash the dishes and dust a bit and vacuum in general. It’s quite clean; the kitchen was the most disordered.

I ask him if he wants me to prepare the bath and if he gives me permission to bathe him. He thinks for a moment and says maybe yes. Inside, I think... wow, how lucky I am. I take away the breakfast things and tell him I’ll let him know soon. I fill up the bathtub with water, add gel for bubbles, turn on the heater, and when it’s half full, I let him know. He comes in a bit shy because he’s not used to this, but he comes in aroused.

I ask for permission to undress him, so I kneel down, kiss his feet, first one and then the other. I pull down his underwear and kiss his balls and his cock. I look into his eyes and thank him for everything. He gets into the bath, sits down, and I tell him to relax. I put music on my phone and start to lather him with my hands – feet, legs, I touch his parts, his anus, his belly, his chest, his armpits... I put shampoo in his hair, all done with love and devotion. He closes his eyes, stays relaxed but very aroused. I’m tempted to give him a handjob, but I hold back. I massage his head, and when the water starts to cool, I tell him to get out and if he lets me dry him off. He says yes, and I start drying him from top to bottom, his head with that dark curly hair, his face with his beard, I’m taking in his body millimeter by millimeter. I have to restrain myself, but when I’m drying his feet, anxiety gets the better of me, and I take his cock into my mouth and start sucking it; I want to please him 100%. It’s clear he wants to cum, but he tells me to stop because he wants to fuck. Thank goodness I'm always prepared for these services. I stand up, rush to his bedroom, take off my clothes in a hurry with anxiety, and get on all fours; he comes behind me, and with anxiety, it’s clear he’s eager to cum. He enters me slowly; it’s tough because I’m dry, there’s no lube or anything, but with his pre-cum, it starts to go in. I can feel him completely; he fills me up, he does it tenderly, slowly. I close my eyes and concentrate; I want to feel it; I think of it not being him, but that imaginary master I long for, and I start to enjoy that feeling of surrender. He cums sweetly inside me, stays inside, leans on my back, and kisses me on the neck. It’s nice to be mistreated, but a gesture of affection for a job well done is also great. He pulls out when he wants, I clean him like I always do, and the bastard says, I’m going back to bed! Like a king. I clean the bath and ask him if he needs anything else. I get dressed and go to his room; I thank him for everything, and he says, thank you! I leave happy. Now to eat something and get back to work.

Tomorrow if I see the divorced guy doesn’t say anything, I’ll send him a WhatsApp.