I am a man in the fifties and all my life I fancied to be dominated by women. Being a man in a pretty traditional job, I'm sure secretarial staff will be impressed by the fact that my deepest sexual desire is to be the servant of a wealthy lady.
I have tried to make my fantasies real by buying servant uniforms and wearing them while I clean my home. Some of my girlfriends did not have a problem, but again they did not show enthusiasm. This year, through a telephone service for this job, I was acquainted with a newcomer who had just moved and needed cleaners. We met in a public place for the interview and after being assured that I was honest, she invited me to her home for a test. I quickly put on my black uniformed white uniform and started work.
He let me clean the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room and the lobby, but kept me away from the personal areas like the bedrooms and the laundry room. In fact, he was ordering and criticizing my work. Since that day, I have become her permanent cleaner. I do all the work for her and her grown-up daughter.
Maybe you're kidding, but where is sex? Outside her home, I am very excited about the idea of ??being subdued and I'm thrilled to look in her eyes when I dress up in uniform, ready to take orders. Also, I'm over after the daughter's contempt. For years, I have wondered why being a servant seems to me to be brilliant. Now, one day a week, I'm calm as I clean.
Written by an anonymous man for The Guardian
