This weekend Sir and I did a lot of restructuring of our communal tasks and goals. We have these smartphones, we may as well use them. So now we have synched apps so I can mark off chores as I complete them. He can check to see what I have done and add things as needed. I’m pretty OCD, so having one place to keep all that organized is a big help to me. And, as I apply to jobs, Sir may have to take on some of the household chores, so this will keep us on track.
If nothing else, it was so nice to talk through our short-term and long-term goals. We looked at personal growth projects for me as well as daily and weekly cleaning chores. It was a real turn on. Not sure if that’s because I’m a horny slut or OCD. You should see me in an office supply store.
One of things we added to the cleaning regime was deep cleaning the main rooms on the first floor. The kids and I spend the bulk of our time down here during the afternoon, so the carpets take a beating. In fact, most of the time, the playroom looks like a war zone. I vacuum the floors once a week, but that really doesn’t cut it.
So last night after the kids went to bed deep cleaning the playroom was on the list. Technically this was marked as Sir’s task, but he decided he needed some slavey maid help. Luckily, he has one of those on hand.
Just in case the picture doesn’t give you the full idea, I am quite the trussed up little maid. The belt and gag were fine, they didn’t restrict my movement. Though I kept worrying about drooling on the places I had just cleaned. The linked wrist cuffs were moved around to the front once we started working, but they still made it hard to reach certain things. They, however, were nothing to the vibrator (that’s the purple thing a few photos down) roped to my pussy. My cuffs were linked to the rope, so I could only lift my hands about breast height.
I felt like a gooey slave. And Sir certainly kept me on task. Once all the big pieces of furniture were moved and the smaller toys picked up, I had to tackle the mass of food bits that my children lovingly decorate the floor with. I was to pick up food pieces with my left hand and put them in my right hand. So I scuttled around the floor for a good ten minutes (thanks boys) picking up Kix, Cheerios, Apple Jacks, fruit snacks, graham crackers and other bits that the dog turned up her nose at. (Sidenote: I grew up with a labrador who would eat anything, including rocks, so the fact that this much food accumulates on the floor in the first place blows my mind) I dissapointed Sir a few times by missing a few pieces hidden under the carpet and not being able to finish in one trip. A few stinging hits with the crop were good motivation to try harder.
Then…because my children….when we moved the loveseat we discovered that a sippy cup had spilled at some point (it certainly wasn’t fresh) and milk had gotten onto the hardwood. At least it missed the carpet. But slavey maid got a new task. Luckily I had the gag so I couldn’t really throw up.
The hardest thing was that I couldn’t really reach very far in front of me. I’m sure that was the point, but it put my face directly in the dried milk. It was pretty gross. And I wish I had gotten a picture of my knees when we were finished. But I didn’t do too badly. Sir was happy with my work and the room looks great. Not sure it will last once I get the kids from daycare, but hopefully no dried milk next week.
Needless to say, I slept well (aside from the baby waking me up). The massive orgasm that Sir let me have helped too. That certainly motivates me to clean more. Though when I do it while he is at work I’m not sure I will get quite so dolled up.