Where's My Houseboy?
Wow - what a day. Where is my naked houseboy when I need him? Last night I slept four hours for the second night in a row so I was tired to begin with and then this is the first time I've stopped working since I woke up. Several times throughout the morning I found myself wondering if maybe I'm not a little nuts *not* to take advantage of some of the offers that I receive.
Oh wait. Sigh. I get paid to do this stuff along with doing nursing care for Bill. Think he'd object to my bringing in a naked houseboy?
Well, at least I can dream ;) It'll energize me to think about how easy it would be to take someone to a place where it was arousing to do all sorts of things (including the things I really hate like cleaning the toilet and the cat litter box). The process of training him would be soooo much fun ;)
Labels: Dominance / submission
posted by Lady Julia @ 3:37 PM
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Because my husbands’ a sweetie, I had maid service a few years back. The Happy/Jubilant/Merry Maids in the little yellow car.
It drove my family nuts. Each week, I’d run around the house frantically cleaning and picking up and making everyone else clean and pick up.
My logic was inescapable. “The maids are coming tomorrow and this place is a mess!”
I really wanted to have the place looking great for the……maids.
No more maid service.
Him I could deal with:) I was wondering what type of uniform you’d have him wear, but I guess you’d keep costs down by going “uniform optional.”
Smart move in today’s economy.
I think there’s a sexy story here somewhere. And when I say “sexy story” I mean “marginally readable.”
Have to go find my typewriter:)
How May I Please You More?
May I iron Your dominance and make it perfect.
May I wash and fold every aspect of Your control.
Let me oil my body and exercise it for Your amusement.
Let me lick You dry of orgasms until You sleep
in a persistent sensual ferment.
I trace the stockings to the toe.
I suck the heels and feel my erection grow.
Then my mind accepts all Your control
and I withhold climax until You say so.
I live and die for Your casual attention.
I live in a place that You create to confine me.
I worship You and let You define my mind.
When Your fingernails make my nipples hard,
then Your kiss completes my perfect submission
and I wait without hope for Your permission.
i am SO there - right after i finish watching House (i thought it might be good inspiration for being a Houseboy, but now i think not so much).
my commode cleaning outfit IS quite skimpy. Are You sure Bill won't mind?
Please can I be your first chioce of house boy?
I no the commute will be a challenge but....Ooops!
Will I need a green card?
:-) with a houseboy like that I cant imagine ANY "housework" getting done..........
I volunteer too. Would Bill mind a house full of houseboys, LOL.
I can only imagine how clean my house would stay, if I automatically got excited about doing household chores. :D
Have a great day!
HUGS
web
My logic was inescapable. “The maids are coming tomorrow and this place is a mess!”
::laughs::
I don't do well with the ironing, but I can cook. Does that help?
This is such a stimulating and provocative post! I just can't stop fantasizing what happens next. Big Thanks!
Anyways, I would like to also invite you to check out Naked Tube - you might find it interesting and useful.
Susan, when I worked at the hospital, I did the same thing. Can't wait to read your story :) I've missed your writing and I know others have as well.
Robert, for you, I would work extra hard to persuade Bill ;) The same goes for Nigel and Web. The three of you would make wonderful houseboys! Nigel, maybe the commute would be worth it?
Tom, the ironing is yours :)
Digital Media, what do you think happens next?
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