My Naked Butler

This is a story that could happen, and in my opinion could easily happen, and could serve as an example of how Feminine Femdom can benefit both the man and the woman. And she doesn't have to do too much work. Your feedback is welcome.

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Our morning is kind of hectic, what with getting the kids out to school, and me going off to work. Sometimes the night before we don’t really have time to clean up the kitchen.

Our kitchen is a woman’s dream: Three ovens (one for meat, one for dairy, and a big one for home-made bread), two sinks, and an “island” in the middle. There is also a breakfast nook, where yes, we have made the occasional nookie (couldn’t resist, folks), and two ceiling fans. My Lady designed it, and she loves it.

So, after the kids were gone, I looked at the mess of the kitchen. The night before we were just exhausted and went to bed – eh, to sleep. Rats. So, me being a guy, I’m kinda horny. And I come up with an idea:

“Hey, hon, let’s do that Naked Butler thing”

And she looks at me with a look that can only be described as WTF!?

“You know, where all I wear is a small apron, and a smile. I’ll do all the dishes, and clean the counters.”

And I saw a slow smile spreading on her face, that smile I have learned to be careful about. “Sure” she responds. “But you’ve got to finish everything, and I’ll inspect it”. Yowzer.  Mr.Sergeant stands up at attention.

So, I go change into the apron, and she goes back to the bedroom to take her morning shower. Back at the kitchen, I get to work. The cool air wafts over my buttocks (I sound like Forrest Gump), and I kind of like the liberating feeling. I close and lock the front door (you never know), and close the blinds, but not all the way – just so no one can see in.

I’m making headway on one of the sinks when M’Lady walks in and says “Hi, Mister, enjoying the project, hmmm?” She is dressed in simple clothes, but the key is her sheer stockinged feet and high-heeled sandals. She knows I am weak-kneed when she wears these, and apparently she is taking advantage of that now.

I looked back at her, and knowing that I had better give a good answer say “Oh, it’s pleasure to work for you, Ma’am”

“Good. I’ll be right back” and she goes to the front door, unlocks it, and goes out into the garden. I’m worried that the door is unlocked now, but she comes back in a few minutes.

By this time I’m done with Sink No.1.

I lean back for a break, but M’Lady is having none of it “Don’t stop, Mister Butler, keep on working, you’re not paying me the big bucks just to hang around, you know”.

And alluvasudden, I feel a thwack and sting on my left butt-cheek. And I look back startled and see that she has a thin branch that she is using as a riding crop. Damned if I wasn’t starting to slightly head into what people call “sub-space”, and responded with a hard erection. I smile sheepishly.

“Oh, you like working for me, don’t you, Mr. Butler, hmmm? “

“Uh, sure, Ma’am” is all I can say.

“Well, get going on that second sink, then, boy, what are you waiting for?”

Then she sits down on a chair in the breakfast nook, and puts up her feet on the island like a big boss. The only thing missing was a cigar. And I had trouble concentrating with those feet of hers in her sandals so close, yet so far. Ynnnnngggg.

I start on the second sink with less than full enthusiasm, and she tweaks me with the twig again.

“Next time, I’ll look for a convenient orifice, boy”

“Yes, ma’am” once again. She’s got me speechless.

So, I work on the second sink and she leans back on the chair and picks up a newspaper to read. She’s making it very clear that I am the worker and she belongs to the leisurely class. And by golly, Dear Reader, I must admit that Mr.Sergeant was still at attention, and I was liking this more and more.

After I was done, I turned around, and said “Ma’am, I’m finished here”

And M’Lady responded “Oh, no, you’re not finished until I say you are finished” and proceeded to inspect both sinks. “Here” thwack!! “You forgot to clean the sink itself!” Oh, sorry, and I take care of it.

“Very well, boy, you seem to finished with your duty in the kitchen, and now it’s my turn” (huh? Wasn’t I doing this for her in the first place?)

“Get over here and give me a foot rub”

Oh, this is something new. So, I sit down next to her and take first one foot then the other out of her sandals, and rub them down. “Yesss, yess, that’s it, you know what to do . . .”

“Glad to be of service, Ma’am” and she leans back and her head looks toward the ceiling and she closes her eyes. I think she likes it.

After a few minutes she tells me “Thanks, boy, good job. Here’s a treat” and she gets up and gives me a very wet, very deep French kiss, the kind you don’t even see in movies. She held on to my head tightly, not letting me go for a while.

After she let me go, she looked at me and said “OK, let’s get to work. Get dressed, boy, and don’t let anyone see that cute tush of yours”

And I am left looking at her, sporting a blazing erection, with no release in sight.

“We might take care of that later, Mister, if you behave yourself. Now scoot !!”

… and I go back to the bedroom, get dressed, and go off for work.

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So, tell me, when I suggested something like this to my vanilla wife, sans the erotic details, she freaked. Can anybody tell me why?