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Cleaning...  

Terrichange 56T
33 posts
12/19/2018 11:47 am
Cleaning...


I had an odd experience this morning. I'm on vacation so I have been doing my Winter / Spring cleaning. I decided I would mop my kitchen floor today. It's a chore that I despise doing because the particular tile I have is so freakin difficult to clean. I've rented floor cleaners frm a certain big chain store that rents them; it still looked dirty. I've had it professionally cleaned as well; it still looked dirty afterwards. Anyway, you get the idea.

So today I tried a little gme with myself. I put on a pretty, mid-length black skirt with lacy frills on the inside along with some nice black leather<b> boots </font></b>that I wear when I drive my motorcycle / scooter. I also put on a bra, panties, and freakin makeup. Then I pretended I had a husband and he had told me he wanted me to have the kitchen cleaned by the time he got home from work. So I mopped it, scrubbed in on my hands and knees, and then wiped it down, also on my hands and knees.

As I was doing so, I was bitching in mind about him and how he doesn't appreciate the work I put in to keeping the house clean, shopping for him, doing his laundry, cooking and cleaning afterwards. The odd thing is that I really enjoyed it. I scrubbed that freaking floor like it was a dying patient and I needed it clean to keep it alive. I felt like a man. I felt sexy, feminine, and very submissive; which is exactly the mental space that I like to live in; so to speak.

In the real world, I would actually let a man marry me, but I don't want to live with a man; or a man for that matter. Twenty years of marriage and two have pumeled the desire of ever wanting to live with smeone again.

So men out there, and men as well, listen up lol. For whatever reason I'm wired like a 1950's housewife. make me clean for you, then have your way with me, and then spank me for bitching about it until I'm begging you to stop. Isn't that every man's drem lol

Once again, thanks for reading my blog and be safe and have fun.

Terri

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