I'm a little slut: my experience as a maid

“I'm a little slut: my experience as a maid“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by little slut Tess.

I've been following Mistress Moriah on twitter for years and I read all the blogs and reviews on her site. A lot of the things I read feel familiar, and I've struggled with a great many of them myself. I'm still struggling with a few. So I plucked up my courage and emailed Mistress Moriah with my story. This is the story of Little Slut Tess and my experience as a maid.

Heels that are too big

Because I have to start somewhere, I'll start when I was still a little boy and sometimes walked around in my mother's far too big heels. It always looks so endearing when you see children do that, but apparently it already appealed to me back then. I didn't know that at the time, though. And don't think it can always be traced back to one particular moment. I also don't know whether it's part of a sexual orientation. But I love wearing women's clothes: tights, high heels, a little dress and preferably too short… as if I want to provoke.

Whether it's men or women doesn't matter that much to me; it's the feeling that goes with it. I'm married, to a woman. She knows nothing. I'm often on the verge of telling her, but then I'm afraid of being rejected. We've been married for a very long time, and still it's my little secret. She works irregular shifts, and those are the moments when I do the housework as a woman, and do everything nice and leisurely. In one of the reviews on Mistress Moriah's site I once saw a lovely maid dress, and I ordered it and had it delivered to a pick-up point.

And then came the moment I got the message… your parcel has arrived at the pick-up point. I drove there after work. I broke out in a sweat, because what would they think there? But at the same time I thought, stop it, nobody can see what's inside. I had to show ID and I was handed the parcel. As luck would have it, my wife had to work the afternoon shift, so by the time I got home she had already left.

Trembling hands

With trembling hands I opened the parcel. I quickly took off all my clothes and yes, it fitted perfectly! I took my wife's heels, we're the same size, and admired myself in the mirror. I immediately felt something starting to grow below my navel, and the little apron popped up straight away. Then I sat down at the dressing table and slowly began to put on my make-up. Mascara, eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. I already felt almost like a real slut, but something was still missing to be a real slut.

Now, I do have a few toys, including a butt plug. We aren't secretive about our toys. I have a gorgeous butt plug, quite a big one with a colourful little jewel on the back. Because it's quite big, I use lube. I put the butt plug in my bum and my cock got even harder. And yes, what shall I do now? It seems wonderful to me to crawl across the floor like this, preferably with someone there telling me what to do… I took a wet cloth and started by mopping the floor. I got on my knees and felt the butt plug very present in my bum. Oh, how horny that made me. I said to myself, “mop, horny slut, you're not good for anything else!”.

Pre-cum on the floor

Pre-cum was running from my cock onto the floor. I licked my own pre-cum up from the floor. I had never had my own pre-cum or sperm in my mouth before, but it made me so horny. Then I carried on mopping the floor, still on my knees, keeping my heels well raised so the heels wouldn't get damaged. After that it was time to do the washing; the washing machine had already finished, so I only had to hang it up. That went quite well in my heels. And suddenly it occurred to me: clothes pegs, those would work really well on my balls. I took one peg and put it on my ballsack. Ouch, but at the same time it turned me on enormously again.

My cock was rock hard again. Well, there's room for another peg, so I put it on. Ouch! But because it also brought pleasure, I left them on, especially while hanging up the washing, since I had to keep bending over to the washing machine. I took my time over it.

Release

I looked at the clock; my wife would be home in three quarters of an hour and I needed a release. I had a look in my wife's bedside cabinet; I knew she had a big dildo in there. I put the dildo in my mouth and sucked it, kneeling as I did so. My cock was ready to burst. With the sucking movements I could also feel the butt plug very nicely in my bum. I sucked the dildo with it in my left hand and jerked myself off with my right. My cock was rock hard, I kept jerking quickly and yeeeeees, I came with a scream, my cum spraying over the laminate. On my knees I licked my own cum off the laminate.

Now to quickly tidy up, shower and pour a glass of wine for my wife. Who knows, maybe I will tell her after all, because it seems wonderful to me to do the housework like this, openly, with her commanding me…

I'm curious whether you recognise yourselves in my story. I've already given myself the name little slut Tess. In my fantasies I do all sorts of things, but I don't know whether Mistress Moriah wants to write a sequel to my story. But I'd love to hear whether you recognise yourselves.

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