It Started Out… service.

She needed some help with a few things here and there and I was more than happy to lend a hand.

I liked her and while I considered her a friend I was also very attracted to her mentally and physically, I didn’t want to complicate things by displaying my attraction or desire to submit to her. Not long before that I received and email from someone I cared about telling me she didn’t want to see me anymore. Now was not the time for me to risk rejection or risk losing a friend.

Her email the day beforehand said I would be “The Cleaner” who’s going to come and wash away all of the shit that was left over from the last 4 weeks.” She had a list of instructions of what I should expect, things to bring and that I should eat beforehand.

The list of items was very small but I had a very difficult time finding a bell. Just a bell. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a bell? I went to craft stores, hardware stores, hell I event ran into Bed Bath and Beyond. A bell would be in the beyond part right?

No go. I’d arrive without one of the items. Not a good start.

With just minutes before I was to arrive, I walked by one of those tourist shops that you’ll find all over the city. It hit me! Seconds later I was walking out with bell in the theme of my fair city.

I picked up my pace and debated if I should buzz her door right at three or if I should wait a minute or to as to not come across as so eager.

I decided to be right on time.

I walked up her stairs a bit nervous but making sure to put myself in a mindset of thinking this as just helping a friend out, nothing more.

We greeted, I showed her everything I brought. She showed me her list of chores to do for the day and told me if she needed me she’d ring the bell and I should drop whatever I’m doing at that moment to come see what she needed. The addition of the bell made it feel a lot more like I was there to serve her needs and not just a friend helping a friend but I decided not to read too much into it.

I started in the bathroom cleaning her tub. I was bent over the side of her tub as I scrubbed and got into a bit of a zone when I briefly glanced over my shoulder to see her standing there, towering over me with a smile on her face.

I was dumbstruck and could only manage a “hello”. She didn’t respond, she just smiled as I went back to scrubbing the tub. Seconds later I felt a hard and stingy swat on my ass.

“Oh fuck” I thought.

I was thrown but tried to tell myself she was just being playful. I did a good job convincing myself, that is until she told me she wanted me to clean her underwear as well and shoved a pair of her lingerie in my mouth.

To be continued….


You are such a tease for leaving me hanging like that.

That was hot. Can’t to hear how she used the bell 😉

Um…can’t WAIT to hear….
So excited I cannot type!

I’m really digging these kinda blogs…keep ’em cumming! 😉

I have a feeling this is going to have a very happy ending…

WoW… i am at a loss for words, you have to finish this soon.

Well what I saw tonight looks promising.
I think that’s the happiest I’ve ever seen you.

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