I bent over to unplug the vacuum. I deliberately exaggerated the move and took much longer than necessary. I wiggled my ass a little. Knowing your audience was so important. I heard a soft sigh coming from somewhere behind me.

"Mark, dear, would you mind if I touched you?"

"Of course not. Help yourself"

I stayed where I was and soon felt a gentle hand touch my bottom. It quickly withdrew.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I told you I would stick to basic cleaning services."

I straightened up and turned to face her. "It's alright, Janet. I really don't mind. In fact, I enjoyed it."

She gathered herself and smiled at me.

"Well, let's just keep it professional. Why don't you go ahead and finish up?"

I didn't have much else to do, so I took care of it and grabbed my things. I headed for the kitchen door to let myself out, but I heard her voice. "Mark? Would you like some coffee before you go?"

I turned and saw her sitting in her breakfast nook. We did have a history of nice afternoon chats, and I enjoyed them a lot. We were about the same age, and had a lot of similar experiences. She was a kindred spirit.

"Sure, that'd be nice." I went over to join her.

After a moment, she smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry about what I did earlier. When I asked you to come over and clean for me, it was just for that. I stepped over the line today, and I'm sorry."

"You really don't have to be sorry, Janet. I haven't told you this, and I should have before now. I owe you so much I can never repay you. When we met at the club, I was at the lowest point of my life. I had lost everything, including my hope. You asked me to come clean for you, and it gave me the idea to start the Mr. Maid company. I'm making great money now, and I'm honestly happier than I've ever been. I owe it all to you. I can't thank you enough. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

She seemed genuinely surprised. "I didn't realize that. I'm so glad I could help!"

I looked at her and grinned. I was feeling a little mischievous. "So, now that you know that, what extra services would Madame require? And just to be clear, it will all be on the house."

She smiled. "Oh, never mind. I really couldn't. I want to tell you something, Mark. You've never asked what I was doing at the club that night, and I'm sure you've been curious. I don't exactly fit in down there.

“My husband and I were separated a few months before you met me. He was a manager, much like you, and had recently started asking me to do things - things I wasn't very comfortable with. He wanted me to spank him and a bunch of other stuff. It just kept getting weirder.  I've done a lot of reading about it since then, and I realize he was trying to turn me into a dominatrix. He wanted me to do that, but that's not my nature. I tried, but I couldn't really give him what he needed.

“Eventually he found a girl down at the club that was more than willing to do it for him. He left, and I filed for divorce. Fortunately, we had a really nice pre-nup agreement, so he's going to pay dearly for his desires."

I reached out and took her hand. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I definitely understand your point of view, though. If you don't feel dominant, taking that role would be very uncomfortable. You either want to do that, or you don't. You can't fake it for long."

"Exactly. I went to the club that night because I was trying to understand it. I was trying to understand what the people down there were doing, and how they interacted. It was just pure luck that I met you, and I'm so glad I did. I've been really lonely, and having you here has been very enjoyable."

"Well, I'm glad I could help. Now tell me. What is it you'd like? Really – you don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed. Just let me know what you need."

Janet didn't have the kind of beauty that would knock you off your feet, but the more I was with her, the more attractive I found her. She was smart and kind, and her laugh just made me feel happy. I really wanted to do something intimate with her. I didn't have anyone significant in my life right now, and I had fantasized about her many times.

"Well, one of the things Tom liked me to do was…" She trailed off and looked away.

I went over to her and hugged her. "You can tell me. Just whisper it to me."

After a moment, she whispered her desire in my ear. I took her hand and said, "I've never done that, but I've always wanted to. Let's go."

Shortly afterward, I was lying on her bed. My maid uniform was crumpled on a chair on the other side of the room. She was kissing me and petting me, and I have to say I was enjoying every moment of it. My cock was very hard, peeking out of my white cotton panties. She looked down and smiled. "You should really have something nicer to wear. Something silky."

"Well, this is what the customers expect. I'm just a lowly chambermaid after all."

She slid my underwear off, and then took my cock in her hand. After this much anticipation, her touch was almost too much to bear. I let out a nice long moan.

"Why don't we get you ready, honey? Roll over for me, and get on your hands and knees."

I quickly did as she asked. Soon, I felt her hands working on me, massaging my ass and lubricating me. I had told her I was a virgin back there, and she took a long time getting me ready. My ex-lover had been dominant, but she didn't do anal at all. I’d realized after the fact that the fucking she'd given me was mostly financial. This wasn't something I'd ever tried, but I had to admit I was enjoying Janet's attentions tremendously.

"I think you're about ready. Wait right here."

Janet went to a dresser and pulled out some things. She walked over where I could see her easily and showed me what she had – a thin purple dildo and a harness. She told me it was her ‘starter pack’. After putting the two items together, she stepped into the harness, pulled it up, and tightened the straps.

"You know, most of the things my husband asked me to do were unpleasant for me, but this felt different. I liked it. I don't really understand why, but I found myself wanting to do it to you from the first time I saw your cute little bottom. Now I'm so excited I can feel my hands shaking. Are you sure you want me to do this, Mark?"

"I am. I'm a little scared, but I want to feel it. Please fuck me, Janet."

She climbed onto the bed, and I soon felt her pressing against me. Before I knew it, she was inside. It burned a little, but it wasn't too bad. She spent a long time just going in a little way, and coming right back out. I didn't understand what she was doing, but before long I realized she was going a little deeper each time. Every time it entered, I had the strangest feelings. It stopped burning and became a repeated emotional trigger point. Every time she came back in, I felt lost and disoriented. The longer we went on, the better it felt. I wasn't sure what was happening exactly, but I knew I wanted more of it. It was so intimate and invasive. I'd never felt anything like it.

"Are you okay down there?"

"Oh yeah. Please, just keep at it!"

Before too long, she had bottomed out. She was in all the way and started moving faster, giving me long, steady strokes. I was having a hard time knowing what to do. It felt physically strange, but wonderful. I had an odd urge to wrap my arms around something – anything, but I couldn't. I was on all fours, and I needed my arms to support myself. It almost felt like bondage. Emotionally, it was overpowering. She was in control now, and that felt great. I just surrendered to her entirely. I could feel her hands gripping my hips as she slammed into me, over and over. Her nails were hard and sharp. Their touch amplified everything I was feeling. She was relentless - I couldn't seem to catch my breath.

Just when I felt myself nearing an orgasm, she pulled out. I felt so incredibly empty. I was desperate to feel more of it.

"Go ahead and roll over, Mark. I want to give you a little treat."

I was soon on my back, and looking up at her. I had been mistaken before. She was, indeed, very beautiful, and her husband had been a complete idiot to leave.

She grabbed my legs and put my ankles up on her shoulders. She quickly re-entered my ass and started pumping in and out of me like a piston. The experience was overwhelming. I started feeling intense pleasure, but also felt an urge to pee. I realized my hands were in my hair, grabbing and pulling. I couldn't seem to stop. I felt completely out of control.

"I think I'll buy you some nicer lingerie as a gift, Mark. I want you to feel pretty. Would you like that?"

I couldn't really answer at the moment. I just nodded at her and felt her thrusts.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, she reached down and touched the head of my cock. There was pre-cum oozing out of me, and she got some of that on her finger and started rubbing it all over the head. I was so sensitive. It was just too much to bear. I cried out and started gasping for air.

When she was done tormenting me, she grabbed my cock with her other hand and started pumping it relentlessly. I was already close, but this was too much. I came so hard I couldn't believe it. I could feel all the muscles in my groin and ass spasming. It was more than I could stand, but she kept pumping my cock, and fucking me. I was lying there gasping, "Please, please stop! I can't take it."

Eventually, she had mercy and withdrew. I looked over at her, and she was panting, trying to catch her breath.

She looked at me for a minute and tilted her head slightly. Then she started laughing and pointed at me. She was laughing so hard she couldn't speak. Her laugh was one of my favorite things about her. It was infectious, and I was soon laughing right along with her. I had no idea what we were laughing about.

She reached over and brushed my cheek with her fingers. She came away with a huge glob of cum. She brought it to my mouth and told me, "Clean this mess up, girl." She was still laughing, and so was I.

I had never done anything like this, and I couldn't believe I was doing it now, but I licked her fingers clean. She smiled so warmly and affectionately. "Good girl! Remind me to give you a bonus!"

Then she came up and laid her head on my shoulder, and we held each other for a long while. It was the nicest I'd felt in months. I knew I'd have to be careful. I could fall for her in a heartbeat. Maybe I already had.

I couldn't help myself. "Janet, honey, are you sure you're not a dom? 'Cause you could've fooled me!" We both started laughing again.

I looked at her in the late afternoon sunlight, taking in her smile and her lovely brown eyes. I wondered what our relationship would be moving forward. Would she keep me as a lover, or was this a one-time event? Sometimes it's better not to speculate about the future - just enjoy the present instead. So I asked her the only question that really mattered. "Would madam like her coochie cleaned this afternoon?"

She started laughing again and said, "Yes, girl! And be quick about it."

Well, it turned out Madam's coochie needed a lot of very deep cleaning. It took most of the night. Luckily, she had a very dedicated maid.

~~~

Things changed between us after that wild night. We didn't have sex again, although I certainly offered. Instead, we became much closer. We were friends and confidants, but there was an underlying sexual tension. I kept thinking about her, and wanting to feel her love and control, more and more.

Three months passed, and the Mr. Maid business kept growing. I should have been very happy, but I wasn't. Something was missing from my life, and I knew exactly what it was. I decided things needed to change, so I did what a good manager would do: I made a plan and a schedule, and I got to work.

Janet and I were sharing coffee one afternoon. She had asked me to call her Jan, but I hadn't. Since we were strictly business, I had decided to keep a more professional tone. The first part of my new plan was to break that wall down.

"Jan, I want to talk to you about something. It's a little personal, and I'd like your advice."

"Okay, Mark. What is it?"

"Well, you know that before I met you, I was living with a dominant woman, and I really liked it. Since we split up, I miss that dynamic. I'm running this company now, and I have a hard time relaxing. I'm stressed out all the time, and I wish I could have a little time when I don't have to make decisions. It would be so nice to relax and let someone else be in charge."

"I guess I see that. Have you thought about trying to find a new dom?"

"Sure, but after my last experience, I don't think I could ever trust anyone like that. It would have to be someone I already know. Someone I trust. To tell you the truth, that's one of the reasons I love working for you so much. I don't know if you noticed, but I haven't sent you a bill in two months. I don't really need the money now, and it makes me feel good working for you."

"I wondered what was going on. I just thought you'd forgotten."

"No. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I've been pretending you were my dom. It makes me feel happy.

“That day you took my ass affected me pretty deeply. I haven't been able to get it off of my mind. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's just that I need that feeling, and you're the only one I really trust. I'm sorry for taking advantage of our relationship. Please don't be angry with me."

She thought about it for a long while, sipping her coffee and thinking it over.

"I'm not angry, Mark. I think I understand how you feel. We all have needs. I have to admit I absolutely loved pegging you that day, and the way you serviced me afterward was wonderful. I think about that every time you come over here. But I just can't be your dom. There were so many parts of it I hated."

"I don't understand, Jan, what did you hate?"

"Well, Tom used to make me use a belt on him, whipping him until he cried. I hated that. I don't like hurting anyone. And I had to tie him to the bed and tickle him. I felt so stupid doing that. And once, he made me put him in diapers and treat him like an infant. He actually peed and wanted me to change him. It was horrible! It was so disgusting. I can't go through that again!"

Suddenly, I understood.

"Oh, my poor darling. You've got it all wrong. From what you're telling me now, it's pretty clear you weren’t actually the dom in your marriage. You were the sub. What your husband was doing was called 'leading from the bottom.'"

"I don't understand. What do you mean?"

“He was pretending to be your sub, but he was telling you what you had to do. That’s not the way it works. The whole point of being a dom is that the sub has to do what you say. I mean, you have to listen to their needs and try to help them be happy, but the main point is that it's your show. They don't get to tell you what they want. They can try, but in most cases you follow your own desires. It's the sub's job to satisfy you. Not the other way around. He was violating everything that matters about the Dom/Sub dynamic. You did well to get rid of him."

Then something hit me, and I started laughing. I couldn't stop.

"What's so funny, Mark?"

I finally got myself under control. "It was none of my business, and I apologize for overstepping. It's just that I did some checking down at the club. The girl your ex-husband started seeing is called Mistress Jessica. She's hard-core as hell. She's not kidding around. She’s a very sexy and powerful girl, but he'd have been better off getting involved with a piranha.

"I got nosy and approached her a couple of weekends ago at the club. I wasn't going to tell you this, but now that I know what Tom was doing, I think I should. I had a hard time talking to her. She's the kind of girl that can make a guy’s balls shrivel up with just one look. I told her I wanted to ask her about her cleaning needs and whether she could use my services. After three shots of tequila, she was telling me everything.

"It turns out she has eight subs right now on a paying basis, and one live-in. She keeps that one in her basement dungeon. She keeps him naked except for a rubber mask, a plaid schoolgirl skirt, and a chastity cage. She said she thought his name used to be Tom, but now it's 'piss-boy'. She laughed as she told me about him. Apparently, he started telling her what he required from her, and it didn't go down well. She decided he needed to learn some manners.

"I asked her where he was, and she said he was strapped to a bench in her basement, waiting for her. She was going to find some worthy gentleman to fuck, and then go home and let him clean out the leftovers. Then she was going to take him out of the chastity cage, give him a nice ruined orgasm, and put him right back. She hasn't let him have a good cum since she met him."

She suddenly burst out laughing too. "Oh, poor, stupid Tom. I wonder if she likes to hit him with a belt or put him in a diaper. Maybe she's making all his dreams come true!"

It took us both a while to stop laughing at that mental picture, but we finally got control of ourselves again. I really enjoyed making her laugh like that. I knew he had hurt her, and it was good for her to know how much trouble he was in.

Eventually she got serious again, and got back to our earlier conversation.

"So, help me understand this, Mark. Are you saying that if you were my sub, I wouldn't have to hit you with a belt, or any of that other stuff I didn't like?"

"Of course not. You'd tell me what to do, and I'd do it, just like when I'm cleaning around here. I know you're making me do things so you can watch me bend over and walk back and forth for you. I make a real effort to wiggle my ass for you when I do that, because I want to please you. I'm betting there are other things you'd like me to do right now. And I want you to ask me to do them. No – I want you to tell me to do them. Please. It would make me feel good to obey you. Please tell me what you want, Jan. I want to serve you. What would make you feel good?"

I could see her reacting to the idea. Her breathing was fast and shallow. She was so close now.

"So, you're saying if I told you to kiss my dirty feet, you'd do that?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'd love to do that for you."

And with that simple request, the die was cast. I dropped to my knees and removed her shoes. I could see the excitement and hunger in her eyes. I began by caressing and massaging her feet, and built up to kissing and licking them a little. She wasn't wearing stockings, so I asked if she had any hand lotion nearby. She found a small bottle in her purse and handed it to me.

I spread lotion around and began working it into her feet. I used my thumb to massage her arches, then gently twisted and stretched her feet, working the muscles one way and another. I heard her sighing, and I knew I had her. Before long, she was in absolute heaven.

"Does Mistress wish to remain in her chair, or would she prefer to move to the sofa, where she could stretch out and relax while I work?"

She immediately made tracks to the living room. I followed at a respectful distance.

She lay down on the sofa and leaned back on some pillows, so she could relax while she watched me work.

I knew she was inexperienced, so I decided to guide her into things gently. I wanted to teach her about her power.

"Mistress Jan, I've massaged your beautiful feet. May I please kiss and worship them now? Please?"

"Go ahead, Mindy." She had never called me Mindy before. A little thrill coursed through me. I knew this would work.

I knelt before her and began the more serious part of my service. I started by just kissing the bottoms of her feet, very gently. I tried my best not to tickle her, but I heard her giggling a little from time to time. It was wonderful. At other times, I heard her sigh, and that was even better.

Before too long, I was really getting into it, licking between her toes, and sucking on them, one by one. The sighs were turning into moans.

Eventually, I heard her say exactly what I'd been longing to hear.

"Mindy, take care of my pussy now. Clean it, girl."

She was wearing a pair of slacks, and I had those and her panties off of her in a blink.

I began kissing her inner thighs and caressing her bottom. When I judged her ready, I climbed onto the sofa and pushed her legs up so her feet touched her bottom. She had a full bush, but that didn't bother me in the least. I could tell her pussy was absolutely drenched. I could see how wet and swollen she was, and I really went to work on her - teasing her in every possible way, until I could hear the desperation in her moans.

I told her to put her legs on my back, and then I dove on her, and began my work in earnest. She tasted so good to me. Her juices were earthy and strong, and I worked her pussy until she was absolutely aching. Then I moved up to her clit, and deployed every trick I knew. I was giving her little flicks with my tongue when she went over the edge. I grabbed her thighs and did my best to suck the clit right off of her. She was gasping and practically screaming.

Eventually, I felt her body relax, so I stopped what I had been doing and just started kissing her labia. Gently and sweetly. I released her legs and let her bathe in the afterglow, then went back to the floor and moved up to hold her.

"Oh God, Mark. That was wonderful - so good. Thank you."

"Of course, Jan. You can have that and more. Any time you want it. You only have to ask."

She hugged me. "What about you, Mark? What would you like?"

"Well, if you want to be my mistress, that is your choice as well. Is there anything you'd like?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. It's your game. I'll do whatever you say. It's entirely your option whether I get to cum, and how it happens. I’m your toy. Please play with me."

I heard her breath catch when I said that.

"Then take off your clothes. I'll be right back." She left the room, and I did as I was told.

She came back soon, holding a pair of panties. They looked like satin. Sort of a tangerine color.

"I told you I wanted to buy you some lingerie. I bought these, but I never dared to give them to you. They're very soft." She held them out to me.

I thought I knew what she wanted, so I started to put them on. I was wrong.

"No, Mark. Not that. I want you to wrap those around your cock. I want you to feel how soft they are."

I did that, and she wasn't kidding. They were marvelous.

"Will you do what I say?"

"Of course! What would you like me to do, Mistress?"

She gave me a hungry sort of smile. She walked over and stood behind me. I felt her hands reach around and rest on my stomach, then they started working their way up until she found my nipples. "I want to see you jerk off with those panties. I don't know why, but I've been fantasizing about that ever since I bought them."

"It doesn't matter why you want it. A good mistress never has to explain her needs to a lowly sub."

I heard her gasp slightly when I said that. I knew she was feeling her power now.

She started gently rubbing my nipples, and I wasted no time at all. I started stroking myself, and feeling what she was doing to me. It was exquisite.

"Let me know when you're ready to cum, darling!"

It didn't take long. I'd been aching for someone to control me like this, and the fact that it was Jan just sweetened the whole experience.

"Now, Mistress. I'm going to cum!"

As soon as I said that, I felt her fingers digging in and pinching me. My cock gave a huge jump as the cum started spurting out. The pain from my nipples seemed to amplify my pleasure. Despite my best efforts, cum was soon dripping out of the panties onto the floor. I couldn't do anything about it. It was like she controlled my entire body just from those fingers on my chest.

At last, she let go and let me relax. I had to go sit down. My nipples were on fire, and my legs were shaking.

I wasn't sure what to say after that. Fortunately, I didn't need to.

"You made quite a mess on my floor, Mindy. Don't you think you should clean that up?"

"Yes, Mistress. At once!"

I set the panties down on the coffee table and sprang off and got my cleaning supplies. I quickly got things back into shape.

She was on the sofa, watching me work. I looked up and saw that look of satisfaction and power.

When I was done, she called me to sit beside her.

"Mark, you've given me a lot to think about today. I have to admit I absolutely loved what we just did. Are you saying you'd like me to do that sort of thing to you more often?"

"Absolutely. That's exactly what I've been missing. I serve all sorts of women in my job, but none of it means anything. It's just business. But when I served you just now, it was wonderful. It was real to me. I need to feel that again. Please."

"Well, let me think about it. I have to say that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. The way you worked on my feet felt like the purest sort of love. I noticed you called it worship. Was that what it really was for you?"

"Of course. You're like a Goddess to me. I'd do anything for you. I'll bathe you, and worship you, and pamper you in every way. Anything you want is yours for the asking. Please consider being my mistress. I know I can make you happy."

“How often would you want me to do this to you?”

“Jan, honey, you still don’t understand. You get to decide that. I’d serve you every day if I could, but it’s your choice. You can decide how much, how often, and everything else. If you need my tongue, or my cock, or my hands, or you just need to talk, I’ll deliver.  Think about any fantasy you’ve ever had. Let me know about it, and I’ll move heaven and earth to make it come true for you. If you’re embarrassed to talk about it, text me or write it on a slip of paper. It would be my greatest joy to do that.”

"Oh, Mark, this is a pretty big thing. I’m having a hard time getting my head around it. Let me think about it, and I'll let you know."

"That's all I can ask, Jan. Just remember, it's all about what you want. If you decide you don't like something, you don't need to do it. There are no rules - feel free to experiment and find the things you like. My role is to provide them for you."

She smiled and kissed me. "That sounds really nice, but I still need to think about it. Can you see yourself out? I have a lot to consider."

"Of course. If you have any questions, please ask. I'll do my best to answer them."

And with that, I left. I thought about my plan and smiled. I was so far ahead of schedule, and I was already counting my bonus.