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Fantasy Maid Tales: My First
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Fantasy Maid Tales: My First Growing up with CFS I thought I'd never be well again, let alone being able to go out and get a proper job. I'm not the kind of girl content with living off benefits -ironic as that is currently the route I'm having to go through due to my relapse until I'm well enough to go back to work. I don't have anything against anyone who does have to live on benefits, it's just not something I ever wanted to do. I know it can be unavoidable but i guess you could say I was/am stubborn. Having to go on benefits would just be the final nail in the coffin and I'd have to admit that I really was too ill to function. With the internet growing at such a rate I soon assumed I'd end up trying to get by with freelance work, maybe gathering information for businesses or even writing articles. It just seemed logical, but after I completed the Lightning Process Course to help with my CFS (it's like hypnotherapy to rewire your brain) that was out of the question. I knew I'd never be 100% but I was quite comfortable sitting at 75%. It was a lot better than where I had been previously. I knew I'd have to be careful though. I couldn't push myself. I couldn't do long hours so what I needed was a job that had short hours but paid well. I decided to go into private housekeeping. £12 an hour and being able to choose my hours? Count me in! It was fine. Sure, I wasn't rolling in it but at least it was a job. At least I was out there working for a living. I knew, however, that if I wanted to move out I'd need more money. I could either increase the number of hours and I was taking on or I could find a higher paid job for the same hours. I don't really remember how I ended up Googling the phrase "fantasy maid"- it might be because a friend was writing a book about one, I'm not sure. The point is, I found a site and applied. All I needed to do was tell them what I was comfortable with and send a few pictures. It only took two hours for them to get back to me about an interview. It was a weird experience. I met Belle (not her real name) at a small office where she went through everything like explaining that I'd have a driver for security reasons. I'd have to text him a scheduled number of times with varying intervals so any dodgy couldn't work out a pattern and force me to text to keep him away. I won't go into specifics but it could go something like text, wait fifteen minutes, text again, wait thirty minutes, text, wait ten minutes and text. If something was wrong I could either text before either with a one-word code or if I didn't text on time he'd knock. I was allowed a five-minute window to text if I forgot to text on time. I understood the reasons for it but it seemed very counter-productive. How was I meant to text if I'd be cleaning either in my underwear, a specific costume or even naked? I agreed and chose my "stage name". Outside of work I was Ashley, at work I was Honey. She set up my user account on the site so I could choose my and gave me the number for my driver so I could tell him where I wanted him to pick me up (again, security reasons). My account was up alone with my pictures and so I waited. I didn't expect to get a response so quickly but the next thing I knew I had ten men wanting to watch me clean their house in varying states of undress. One wanted me to clean his house in red underwear and high heels, one wanted me to clean in nothing but a black corset and another one wanted me completely naked. I wasn't selective about my jobs. For the amount of money just for an hour was too good to pass up. I accepted each and every one of them and texted my driver with times, dates and locations. The first I was very nervous. I had decided to go with the guy who wanted me in my red underwear, leaving the who wanted me naked for last to help build my confidence. I felt like Billie Piper in Secret Diary of a and I could actually hear her in my head giving me advice. It was very surreal. I entered the 's house, surprised to find he was actually quite attractive and collected the money first before following him into the living room. He was a writer. He was no Stephen King but apparently, he did well enough. I gave my driver a quick text and stripped off to just my underwear and got to work while he typed away at his laptop. The chit-chat wasn't very involved. It became clear that he was more interested in my body than my brain which, considering what he was paying for made sense. I continued to text my driver at varying intervals and he never questioned it. It seemed he had purposely arranged certain tasks so I'd have to sink to all fours in front of him, my ass in the air for his viewing pleasure. 'What are the chances you'd clean my shoes?' he asked. 'Well you've already paid so if that's what you want me to do then sure,' I replied, confused as to why it was even a question. 'I mean the shoes I'm wearing,' he clarified and I smirked. So he wanted some power play. 'Sure. Do you have the stuff?' 'I want you to clean them with your tongue,' he added and I raised my eyebrows. He smiled. 'Extra £50 in it for you if it helps.' I crawled my way to him, keeping eye contact. In many ways, my time as a fantasy maid helped me later when I became a pet. I lowered and began to lick his shoes clean, making extra care to make sure my ass was high in the air for him. He then crossed his legs so he could get a better view of my face and once again, I made sure to keep eye contact. His erection pushed against his trousers and he made no effort to hide it. 'Can I...' he gestured to it and I nodded. He unzipped his trousers and fished out his throbbing cock. My eyes only left his to watch him pumping away, his knuckles white with how tight he was holding it. I had no idea why I was doing it, maybe I was just very horny myself but I found my hands gliding up his legs to take hold of his cock myself. Even he seemed surprised and I reached for my phone to check how much time I had before I had to send another text. I had twenty minutes. Plenty of time. I awkwardly untied his shoes and pulled them off with my free hand before pulling at his trousers. He<b> wasted </font></b>no time in shimmying them off and my mouth made my way up his legs with feather light kisses until my lips closed around his cock. I worked the shaft expertly, causing several moans and curses from him, his hands entangling themselves in my blonde hair. He guided my head in the exact rhythm he wanted, pushing his cock as far down my throat as he could. 'Extra £200 right now,' he gasped and I knew what he wanted. Then next thing I knew I was only wearing my high heels, on my knees on his sofa as he took me from behind. It was fast and frantic and I had to text my driver while the fucked me, enjoying myself far too much to ask him to stop or slow down while I did. I realised what this meant. I realised what it meant I was and I didn't care. I wanted it. I needed it. He pulled out, forced me on my knees on the floor and pumped away at his cock until his thick heavy cum plastered my face. I was a and his cum on my face was my badge of honour. He gave me the money, allowed me to clean myself up and escorted me to the door. 'I'll definitely want a repeat showing,' he smiled. I smiled in response. 'Just be sure to give me a glowing review,' I replied and left. I climbed into the car and my driver looked at me. 'How was it?' he asked. I smiled as innocently as I could manage. 'It was fine. He was nice,' I said with a shrug and we drove off. I watched the 's house disappear from view as we left. It would not be my last visit.  Ashley xoxo |
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Whewwww,,,nice event! 
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1 post 4/23/2019 3:52 pm |
Wow, just wow!
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8/16/2019 6:17 am |
so fucking hot
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1/13/2020 9:55 am |
I will be in Surrey in February. What do I have to do to be able to meet up with you?
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