In my never-ending search to make ends meet in this economy, in addition to my party planning, nude bar-tending/waitering gigs, I occasionally grab a housecleaning job.
However, total CFNM aficionado and exhibitionist that I am, I never do just normal, run-of-the-mill cleaning!
I got a call from a lady in Westwood, who wanted someone to come over and tidy up her guest bath. She liked my website ads and thought it would be more fun than hiring a mainstream maid service.
She enjoyed reading a bit of my other adventures, (I often write my adventures in my blog) and liked the idea of being able to order me around. She hoped it would be a bit therapeutic for her. As I like a challenge she asked if I would be willing to clean the bathroom wearing some things she was willing to give me. I did ask if I could bring my own cleaning solvents.
She had just recently divorced and was feeling a bit like taking it out on a man, without really doing anything severe or getting herself into trouble. We chatted for a while. We agreed that she could take out a few aggression's as long as no real pain or danger was involved and that I would be willing to be at her command for the right price...LOL.
I always like a challenge. I grabbed some "green" cleaning supplies, gentler on the skin, as I didn't know exactly what I was going to do, but figured I was going to end up naked and probably wet and soapy, and headed over.
I got to her place, a very tastefully done condo, she let me in. She was a very attractive 40-something redhead. I imagine that in her youth she resembled Jill St. John a bit. She was dressed in a very attractive lounging outfit, stretch slacks and an oversize print top. It was very modest and covered her, but I could tell that she still had a nice figure.
She was drinking white wine and graciously offered me a glass.
"I don't imagine that a little wine will interfere with your being able to clean the bathroom, do you?"
"No, ma'am, I'm sure that it won't."
After a bit of wine and a few pleasantries, she showed me to the bathroom. I was pleased to see that it was small, but nicely done, with a fancy above counter basin sink, glass tile on the counter, back-splash and floor, and an open shower with just a half wall of clear glass. I was also pleased to see that it was not particularly dirty.
I noticed a small pile of cleaning towels on the floor in the hall outside the bathroom, along with some large sponges and what looked like some men's underwear.
"You don't mind if I watch you while you work?" she took a sip of wine. "I am very particular about how I want things done."
"Not at all ma'am, that's all part of my service. Would you like me to get started?"
"Yes, but there are some things I would like you to wear while you clean. Is that all right?"
"Of course, as my ad states, you call the shots."
"Good. Now if you would please take off your clothes."
She watched me as I kicked off my shoes, and took off my socks and placed them in the hall. I removed my t-shirt, and then unfastened and unbuttoned my jeans. I hadn't worn any briefs, as I enjoy going "commando" when I wear jeans. I figured it was time for some "role play." I stood there with my jeans unbuttoned revealing my pubic bush and the base of my cock.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I forgot to wear briefs today. If I take off my pants I'll be naked."
"Take them off, please."
I did as instructed and stood there fully naked.
"Very good. Now when we spoke on the phone, you said you would bring a Viagra if I wanted you to."
"Yes ma'am"
"Did you bring it?"
"Yes ma'am, it's in the pocket of my jeans." I don't normally need it or use it but I have Viagra on-hand in case of requests.
I started to go to the hall to get it but she stopped me and made me stand still. She retrieved the pill from my jeans. She circled around me, making sure to get a good look at my ass. She pressed against me from behind and put the pill in my mouth. Then she raised the glass of wine to my lips and made me swallow the pill.
"I may want to touch you now and then as you clean, is that all right?"
"Of course ma'am, as my ad states, I must follow your orders."
"Good, as I told you, I need to have some fun. I've never had a man willing to do anything I tell him."
She put one arm around my chest and another around my waist and kissed me softly on the back of my neck and walked back to the pile of stuff in the hall.
"Now put these on." She tossed me a man's white athletic sock. I put it on. She tossed over the other sock. I put it on.
She tossed over a "wife beater" t shirt. It was a bit small for me and I tore it a bit while I put it on.
She stood quietly watching, sipping her wine and seemingly enjoying the site.
She picked up a jockstrap and twirled it around in the air. Then she came over to me.
I stood very still as she took the jock and gently swatted my cock and balls with the garment.
She flogged me with it until my cock sprang to full hardness. She flicked it a bit harder, giggling as she watched me squirm with each hit.
"Now put it on. I saw an ad for jockstrap male maids and I want to see you work in a jockstrap."
It was much too small in the pouch to hold my hard cock, so it stuck out the waistband, pinned against my stomach.
Already my Viagra-powered erection was sticking up through the waistband of the jockstrap.
"Now I think it's time to clean up."
She reached for one of the multi-surface spray cleaners that I had brought with me.
"I think you can start on the mirror and vanity."
With that she took aim at my cock and squirted the head with cleaner. It was cold and I jumped in surprise.
She giggled and handed me the cleaner and was about to hand me one of the cleaning towels, but pulled it back.
"Mmmm...no...let's see if you are as clever as you are in your blog. Figure something out."
I though for a bit about what I could use to wash down and dry with. The t-shirt! Lots of people use old t-shirts as cleaning towels.
I couldn't get out of the damn thing, and it was already torn so I figured "what the hell" and I rip-stripped myself out of it and tore it into two pieces. J had one part to scrub with one part to dry with.
She applauded my effort, and if I do say so myself, it worked pretty well. Next was the toilet. As I said earlier, the room was already very clean, so I could only guess that all this work was for her entertainment rather than truly effective cleaning.
I grabbed one of my other cleaners and started spraying and wiping down the tank, seat and outside of the bowl. The shirt was getting a bit soppy at this point and I was trying to figure out a next move to get at the bowl itself.
She sensed my dilemma and reached under the vanity. She produced a bowl brush.
"This is brand new. It's never been used before." I reached out to take it and she gently slapped my hand with it.
"I think it needs breaking in. I'm sure the bristles are stiff." With that she took the brush and raked it across my bare chest, being sure to graze my nipples. It hurt just enough to be exciting, and I drew in a quick breath.
She seemed to enjoy that a lot. She repeated the gesture, with the same result. Then began working down my torso in a zigzag pattern across my chest and abs. She circled around behind me and repeated this pattern across my shoulders and down my back. She made me spread my legs and began running the brush up and down my calves and thighs. My cock was rock hard and throbbing against the waistband of the jock.
"Your ad was right, I really do 'call the shots', don't I?'
"Yes ma'am. I believe in truth in advertising."
"And your big cock is very pretty to look at, as you had said."
"I'm glad it pleases you."
"You're very sexually aroused right now, aren't you?'
"Yes ma'am, I hope that pleases you."
"When my ex-husband was very aroused, sometimes he liked using these." She produced a small brown bottle of poppers. "Do you know what this is?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I want you to use it."
"Yes ma'am."
I opened the bottle and took a hit. As the head rush started, she gently ran the brush up along the shaft of my throbbing cock.
I moaned and staggered backwards until I was leaning against the vanity. I'm sure I had a look of surprise on my face. This was something new even to me.
"Interesting, take another hit."
I did so and again as the rush hit, the brush found its mark. I was thankful that she was being very gentle, as the brush could have rubbed me raw. As it was, she was applying just enough pressure to make every nerve in my cock tingle.
She repeated this scenario several more times, "forcing" me to take a hit of poppers and then working my dick with the brush. This treatment was really "edging" me just to the point of orgasm. She seemed to know just when to stop and then to start again. Sweat was pouring down my torso and pre-cum was flowing from the piss slit of my cock.
"And now I think it's time to clean the bowl."
She handed me the brush and headed for the kitchen. Between the poppers and the wild "brush job" I desperately wanted to crank one out, I was so ready to shoot. But I knew that it wasn't time. And when the time came I knew she wanted to watch. I proceeded to scrub the bowl with the infamous brush.
She returned with refills of wine and offered me some. It was cool and refreshing and I needed it.
"Now I think you should get at the floor."
The parts of the t-shirt were past being usable, and I couldn't use the toilet brush. I looked down and thought, "The socks! Lots of people use athletic socks as cleaning rags!"
