Indulging His Fantasy

We had been together for over ten years. I've known for quite a while that he had some interest in 'dressing up' and being submissive, but it wasn't really my thing. The years went by but his interest in these things didn't go away. Then it hit me one day as I was cleaning the bathroom, why couldn't I use his fetish to my benefit and make both of us happy. So that was the day I hatched my plan.

Saturday morning arrived. As we lay in bed all I could think of was all of the chores that had to be done today. "Good morning honey" I cooed in his ear as he rolled over and smiled at me. "How would you feel about helping me wash the floors?" I asked and I could see his face change to one of disinterest just as I expected. As he climbed into the shower I laid out his 'surprise'.

When he was done toweling himself off he returned to the bedroom and the first thing he saw was a french maid outfit complete with stockings lying on the bed. "Whats this?" he asked surprised.

"Well, as I told you the house is a mess and I decided that I would rather spend 30 minutes turning you into a maid than 3 hours cleaning it. So here's the deal, I know you like to dress up a bit so if you want me to be interested in it you are going to have to show me how it benefits me. Now, I am going to make you into a proper maid and you are going to serve me today. If you do a good job there may be a reward, if not then I may never try this again. Do we have a deal?"

His cock was rock hard and I knew we had a deal. "Yes mistress" he mumbled not sure how to react.

"Good, now go and shave so we can do a proper makeover."

I couldn't believe how good I made him look. He actually looked pretty hot with the wig and slutty red lipstick. "Good, my work for the day is done. Now go make me some breakfast you little slut." I couldn't help but giggle at how ridiculous I felt but he turned and trotted off to the kitchen and I could hear him prepping breakfast. It wasn't long before the smell of bacon wafted down to the office where I was playing my game and I couldn't help but think, "Why didn't I try this sooner?"

It wasn't long before he pranced into the office with my breakfast in hand. I looked down at it an smiled. "Where's my coffee?" I scolded. Once he had returned with my coffee I began to go over my list for the day. "There are three loads of laundry to do, the floors need to be vacuumed and washed and the bathrooms need a complete cleaning. As you are doing these chores I don't want you to forget about my needs, you will check in on me from time to time to see if I need a new coffee or anything. When you are finished, if everything is done to my satisfaction you will get your reward." I could still see the outline of his hard cock pressing out against the skirt, I couldn't believe how horny this was making him.

The next few hours were a hoot. It was amazing how excited he was to be cleaning all dressed up like this. If I realized how eager he would be I would have done this years ago. I sat on the couch and giggled while I watched him vacuum, and every once in a while I would have him fresh up my drink. When I looked at the clock and realized it was noon I had him switch to serving me wine. "This is the life" I thought to myself as I watched the house return to order as I sipped on my wine.

When he was done, I truly have to admit I was impressed with the job that he had done. "There's one more thing I need you to clean before you get your reward." I said to him as I pulled up my skirt. He dropped to his knees in front of my chair and began to lick my pussy hungrily until I came.

"Did I do a good job mistress?" he asked. "Do I get my reward?"

"You've done a great job, you little slut." I smiled evilly. "Now here is your reward." I said, pulling a donut from the fridge.

He looked at me confused, clearly this wasn't the reward he was expecting. "Oh, that's not ready for you to eat yet, it needs to be glazed first." I grinned as it started to dawn on him what I was asking.

"Ohh come on." He started to complain.

"That's fine, you don't have to do it. In fact we don't have to do any of this anymore." I returned harshly. "If I am going to play out your fantasies than there has to be something in it for me. And quite frankly you need to be trained to clean up the messes that you shoot on me. So you have two choices, don't do it and we'll pretend none of this ever happened, or jerk your cock off on that donut and eat every last bite and we will start getting you used to it until you can lick me clean every time and save me the hassle of having to wash it off myself."

His cock got harder and harder the more I taunted him and it wasn't long before he shot his cum all over that donut. He looked at me pitifully as he stared at that glazed donut. I repeated "You don't have to do it, throw it out and we can pretend this never happened. Or eat it and know that it won't be the last time, and that it won't be long before you are licking it willingly off my tits.

He began to nibble the donut and his cock started to get hard again. As his cock got harder, he began to take bigger and bigger bites. "Good, now tomorrow I want you to pick up a carton of condoms. I think that will be an easy way to start feeding you."