WARNING: Synopsis – In one afternoon a man goes from ‘normal’ to full toilet slave when, he meets a remarkable young woman able to overpower him both mentally and physically. Heavy on humiliation and female superiority.
One sunny Monday I went to my assignment in Redwood Hills, he most expensive neighborhood in the city. The house was an absolute mansion. Cleaning it was going to be a chore but hopefully the people would tip well. I sure needed the money.
I rang the bell and was blown away by the sight of the woman who answered the door. She appeared to be in her late 30’s but was still perfect. She had luxurious blonde hair, tight flawless skin, perfect features including radiant blue eyes and the sleek toned athletic body of a woman whose work is limited to hours of Pilates or yoga or aerobics every day. She was born beautiful and apparently had the time and money to make the most out of her natural gifts. She smiled lightly but confidently as she spoke.
“Hello, I assume that you are Greg the cleaning worker?” she asked.
Her voice was rich, confident with a no nonsense tone. This was a woman who knew her place in life and was proud of it. I noticed her choice of words, instantly classifying me as a “cleaning worker”. Most of my “clients” avoided the type of language in favor of more respectful terms but this woman apparently had no problem addressing me as a lowly “cleaning worker”.
“Let me show you what you will be cleaning for us today” she said, by passing the small talk that usually occurs.
She strode through the house with me following behind. She was wearing very stylish thin white jeans and her toned butt was a true sight to behold. Somehow I think she already knew that. She showed me the kitchen (where she reminded me that I would be scrubbing the floors), the living room, and the incredible master bedroom suite (which was bigger in itself than any home I had ever lived in). All though the house were pictures of herself and a good looking guy I assumed to be her husband. There were also pictures of a beautiful young girl, obviously her daughter.
I quickly realized that her condescending tone was quite real and not imagined on my part. She pointedly informed me that I would be hand scrubbing “her toilet” and that she wanted it to be really clean. I couldn’t ignore the clear arrogance in her tone. It was another humiliating turn, the fact that this rich beautiful trophy wife could treat me like that because I needed the money. But I did.