My first ever cleaning job for a Mistress was cleaning a bathroom at the OWK. I was nearly finished when She came in, smoking a cigarette and leaving an ash trail on the clean floor. Wicked! She then studied the toiletbowl in minute detail. Not a word was spoken and the silence nearly freaked me out. Then Her voice lashed out at me: come here, slave. Her finger pointed at something on the bowl: what’s this? It took me nearly a minute (which didn’t go well at all) to find the mini micro speck. Blimey! Her boots went and came back with a cane. She ordered me to stuff my head inside the bowl as far as humanly possible. She took me up to fifty strokes and I had to count them out loud. Which was pretty cool, because I heard my voice resonate inside the bowl. Hence Superbowl. She then ordered me to clean the entire bathroom again! I scrubbed and cleaned as if my ass depended on it and I was really nervous when I told Her I was finished. She got up from Her chair and said: Good. Now let’s have some lunch. She didn’t even look at the bathroom, haha. Brilliant!
Cleaning my own house is not what I would call a hobby of mine. It’s such a waste of time and once it’s finished you’ll have to start all over again. So I bought myself a cleaning robot two years ago. I’ve named it Annett (excellent on the floor, disappointing in bed) just to make my life a little easier. And yet I’ve spent a crazy amount of time scrubbing and cleaning for Mistresses and I loved, loved, loved it. That wasn’t a waste of time, that was Heaven! It made me feel great, because making yourself useful, that’s what slavery is all about, isn’t it. Working your ass off for a Mistress is a reward, nothing less. But of course, Mistresses strive for perfection, so spick-and-span punishments are inevitable. During the scrubbing or afterwards. Yes, cleaning for a Mistress is absolutely gorgeous and I can only hope and prey they’ll never, ever replace us for a cleaning robot.