Author's Note:
Thank you for being so patient with me. I know that I am taking my time in putting out the new installments of my stories. I hope you enjoy this one in my Exploitable Lust series. As always, commenting and voting are greatly appreciated. I always love hearing feedback.
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When I awoke the next morning, I felt very much accomplished for having performed so well the night before. I had been such a well behaved slut for Jerome, and I was proud of myself for it. Unfortunately, I was also undeniably hornier than I had ever been in my life. I had been keeping myself from orgasming on my own as I felt it was Jerome's right to get me off, but he had not brought me to such a climax the night before. As a result, my pussy was sopping wet, and I could only think about when I would see Jerome next so that he could hopefully grant me release of my pent up arousal.
As I had a rather late night, I slept in some the next day. Only so much as that neither my husband nor daughter were home when I awoke. Realizing I was alone, I quickly peeled off the simple night shirt I wore to bed so I could be naked and free. I then rolled to grab my phone, as I figured I could watch the videos and look at the pictures Jerome had posted of me online. However, before I could get that far I saw that I rather unexpectedly had a waiting message from Jerome. Eagerly, I opened it up to read.
Jerome: I need you at my place today slut. Be here a 9 am sharp. Wear one of your daughter's hooded sweatshirts and a pair of her hotpants that she wears under her cheer skirt.
After reading the message I looked at the time and saw that I only had a half hour to get ready and be there. In a mad dash, I erupted out of bed and got myself washed up in the restroom. I then rushed into my daughter's room to locate the items I was ordered to wear. Thankfully, my daughter had her fair share of hoodies to choose from, and a basket full of her cheer underwear, or as Jerome called them, hotpants. Truthfully, hotpants is better than spankies, which is what I call them.
With the two pieces of clothing in my hand, I ran back to my bedroom to dress and get my phone and car keys. I then raced through my house to my car, only stopping briefly to slip my feet into a pair of flip flops. I was in my car and driving towards Jerome's in a matter of minutes, and it wasn't until I was settled into my car that I actually took into account what I was wearing. In my haste to be on time, I did not bother to look at what hoodie or pair of hotpants I choose. When I stopped at my first red light and looked down at my outfit, I let out a little chuckle. I was wearing one of my daughter's Victoria's Secret PINK hoodies in a pale orange color and a white pair of her hotpants. My look resembled the prototypical college floozy; equal parts cozy and slutty. I shook my head, and told myself that only Jerome would be seeing me in this outfit, and hopefully not for very long.
I pulled up outside of his house a few minutes before nine. Proud that I made it on time, I sauntered up to his door and knocked. Within a few seconds, Jerome answered and led me inside. He did not say anything at first, just simply guided me into his home, closed the door behind me, and then went and sat on the couch. I stood and waited for instructions before I dared move or speak. Jerome picked up his television remote and pressed a button on it causing his T.V. to come to life with the sounds of a sports highlight show. He must have paused it when he came to answer the door and was now resuming his viewing. This however meant I was left standing silently by his door waiting for him to tell me what to do.
Eventually, the program went to commercial and Jerome pressed another button on his remote to mute the show. He then turned to look at me for the first time since I had arrived. Looking me over he finally spoke.
"I am glad that you could be here on time slut. I really need you this morning, as I have a task that I think you are truly the most suited for. Of my sluts, I believe you have the most experience for this particular job."
Instantly, my mind began to ponder what this job could possibly be, but also my mind flooded with the thoughts of Miss Bell and how she was one of his sluts. I however did not interrupt Jerome as he continued to speak.
"You will need to change into the appropriate outfit for this task, and you will find it in the restroom at the end of the hall. Go and change into it, making sure you put on each item, and then return here for your task slut."
He then un-muted the television, and I obediently walked to the hallway and into the restroom as he continued to watch his sports highlights. I closed the restroom door and found the outfit Jerome had mentioned hanging from the back of the door. I was intrigued when I instantly recognized it as a take on a french maid outfit. It was however more costume than uniform, but it did cause me to wonder what exactly my task would be if I was to wear such an outfit. Not wanting to bog myself down with the endless possibilities, I instead focused on getting it put on. I first stripped out of the two pieces of clothing I was wearing; hanging them from the door before putting on each piece of the maid costume.
There wasn't much to the costume, but I knew from looking at the different pieces that while I would not be that covered up, I would certainly look the part of a sexy french maid. I started the process of getting into character by rolling on the the fishnet thigh highs followed by the thin black garter belt; attaching the straps to the lace tops of the thigh highs. There was no underwear, so I then put on the black satin apron that tied in the back and had white lace ruffles along the edges. Also, there was a white lace front pocket that once I had the apron secured on, I noticed had something stuffed inside.
I pulled the item from the pocket, and was pleasantly surprised to find the black hood I had worn on two previous occasions recently; both of which were recorded and uploaded to the internet. As I pulled the hood onto my head, I wondered if the pattern would remain the same, and that this morning's task would soon be a new video online. Once I got the holes lined up properly, I reached to the counter and grabbed the last pieces of the costume except for the black patent leather heels. I put on the maid's cap atop my head, and finished the look with the matching cuffs that curiously had metal o-rings attached to them. Stepping into the rather high heels, I turned and exited the restroom to return to Jerome. When I walked out of the restroom, I was greeted by Jerome as he held a camera up and pointed at me. When he began to speak to me, I knew instantly that he was recording and I was to respond accordingly. My pussy gushed with anticipation.
"There is my slut; my married, white slut. You look so perfect dressed as a slutty maid. We are going to have so much fun together. Are you ready to hear about your job slut? The job you are perfect for?"
I responded as I knew he expected me too, and as I desperately wanted to, "Yes sir."
"Well slut, since you are my only slut that is married and has a kid, I of course thought of you for this job. You see, I need my kitchen floors cleaned, and I am sure you have plenty of experience cleaning floors as you are just a simple housewife whore," Jerome stated as he walked backwards leading me further into his house while keeping the Camera fixed on me.
As we reached the kitchen he continued, "However, I don't want you to clean my floors in the traditional manner; with a mop and broom. You see you will be doing it like a true slut should; on your hands and knees using only a toothbrush. How does that sound slut?"
"I will do as you please sir," was my simple reply even though I was a bit disappointed that he was only having me over to clean his kitchen floor, and to do so in such a demeaning and humiliating manner. However, I did not show my distaste as I still desperately hoped that he would use me sexually and grant me the release I so needed. That is why I decided immediately that I would do his task, and do it well to prove my worth to him.
"I am happy to hear that slut. Go ahead and get into position then," he ordered to me. Like a trained pet, I dropped to my hands and knees in front of my black master. He did not say another word, but instead leaned down and attached a deadbolt lock to the two rings on the cuffs of the costume. My wrists were then effectively secured close to one another which would make my movements very restricted. I then watched as he pulled out a tooth brush from the back pocket of his jeans and placed it into my empty hands. Jerome then turned to walk over to the sink, and fill a cup with water and soap. Returning, he set the cup down next to me.
"There you go slut, you are all set up to clean my floor. Go ahead and get to it then," he instructed as he stood towering above me,; filming my humiliation. I was determined not to let on that I was affected negatively by the demeaning task, and proceeded to do as expected. I dipped the toothbrush into the cup of soapy water, and then began scrubbing the tiled floor in small little circles. Jerome remained silent as he continued to record me. He walked around to capture my state in all angles. Because I was only wearing the apron, my entire uncovered sex was exposed to recording lens of his camera. Eventually Jerome did begin to speak if only to add to my humiliation.
"You are such a well behaved slut. I love knowing that you are married and have a daughter in high school, but you have no qualms about coming over to my place to act like such a submissive little slut while they are at work and school. In fact I think you crave being my slut, my whore, my pet to do with as I please. Am I right slut? Do you crave to be my slut?"
I looked up briefly to respond to his question honestly, "Yes sir. I crave to be yours, to use as you see fit."
He erupted into laughter at my response before continuing with his degrading talk. "That's what I thought slut. Your limp dick husband has no idea that you are a stupid slut for my big black cock does he?"
"No," was my quick reply as I continued my task of cleaning his floor.
"I like knowing that I am defiling you, while your husband is completely unaware of it. I also love constantly reminding you that you are married and a mother while I defile you. In fact, slid your wedding ring off real quick," he instructed of me.
