"Do you call that clean? Get down there, girl, and do it right!"

"Yes m'lady."

I felt the pain of her riding crop on my ass. Despite the pain, I smiled. That pain was money in the bank. I grabbed the bucket and sponge, and bent to my task.

As I worked, I thought back to the past year. I couldn't believe the way fate had worked its way with me.

Last year, I had been a very successful middle manager at a major firm. I was 50, financially secure, and managed 20 employees. I was divorced, but I had found companionship in a beautiful woman named Elizabeth. She preferred to be called Mistress Beth, and we had been living together for 2 years. She kept me sexually satisfied, but there was a price for that. She was incredibly dominant and demanding. She also had a habit of demanding gifts of one sort or another. She ate through a lot of my savings and showed no sign of slowing down. One of her favorite hobbies was dressing me as a French maid and making me clean her home. I resisted at first, but eventually learned to love it.

She would take me to a kink club named "The True You" on the weekends, and she demanded I wear my uniform there. She'd chat with other doms, and I would hang around, staying out of trouble. Eventually I met a couple of other guys who were also into the maid experience, and we became friends.

Everything was going well until the day my new boss called me into his office. "Mark, we find ourselves in a difficult situation. I'm afraid we need to make some serious cuts, and your department will be folded into the main sales group. I'm sorry, but we need to cut your position."

I was in shock. I messaged Beth, and she told me to come home so we could talk about it. When I arrived, she had my suitcases packed. Apparently I had mistaken her parasitic behavior for love, and I was out on the street. My savings were almost gone. Oddly enough, I wasn't that angry. She'd never held a gun to my head. I had just abandoned my common sense.

Having nowhere else to go, I called Michael and explained my situation. He was one of my friends from the club. He invited me over and offered me his guest room until I got back on my feet.

It was Friday, so we agreed to don our uniforms and go down to the club. Since I was free, he speculated I might find someone to hook up with, and that would do a lot to make me feel better.

I was sitting at the bar when a rather lovely woman sat down next to me. She was conservatively dressed. Most of the people at the club dressed in a way that exposed their kinks, but not her. I had no idea what her tastes might be.

"You know, you make that outfit look terrific. I'd never guess you were a man if I saw you on the street."

"Thanks – that's a nice thing to say. I work hard at that. My name is Mark, but people also call me Mindy. It's a TV show joke." I stuck out my hand to shake.

She took my hand. "Nanoo, Nanoo! I'm Janet. Are you okay, Mark? You look a little bit down."

I had already had a couple of drinks, so I explained my situation.

"Wow – that's tough. It's like everything fell apart at once. I'm sorry you're going through that."

After a moment, she looked at me again. "This is really weird, but I wanted to ask you something. Is this outfit just for show, or do you actually know how to clean?"

"Oh, I have the fastest mop in the West. Beth used to make me keep her place spotless. Why?"

"Well, I have a very strange proposal for you. I had a girl named Meg. She worked for me for 5 years, but she just told me she's getting married. I'm really stuck. I can't find anyone to clean, and I have a dinner party next weekend. Would you be interested in doing it?"

"Janet, you're really lovely, and I'd like to do it, but as I said, I'm out of money. I can't afford another dom."

She started laughing. It was a really nice laugh, and it made me happy.

"I didn't mean anything like that. I want to pay you for your time. Can you please help me?"

I was really struck by how odd it all was. Last week I was a powerful manager, making tons of money. Now I was being offered a job as household help. I thought about it for a minute.

"Here's my phone number. Message me the time and place, and I'll be there. Do you want me in full regalia, or just dressed in street clothes?"

"Would you mind dressing for me? I think you're adorable, and I really want to see that cute little ass swaying around while you work."

"Sure. No problem."

And with that odd meeting, the seed for "Mr. Maid" was planted.

I did some research at the club, and soon found that there were quite a few women who would be willing to pay for a good maid service, and would be willing to pay more for one with some extra services. Having a French maid was a pretty common fantasy, but most women didn’t want to devote the time or expense it would take to pull it off. Being able to rent one was an attractive prospect, especially if the housework got done at the same time.

I rounded up Michael and two other fellow maids. I explained my idea, and they were all enthusiastic. When I proposed the idea, Michael said, "Wait. You figured out a way for us to get paid for dressing like this? Count me in!"

I created a website and some price lists. I distributed flyers at "The True You" and a couple of other clubs. I did background checks on my partners, and we set off on the road to fame and fortune.

Our pricing had multiple tiers. Customers could opt for basic cleaning or move to other tiers for more accommodating services. We didn't allow actual penetration, although I suspected some of the guys did on a freelance basis. Still, oral sex was definitely offered, as well as permission to spank and otherwise abuse us. I tried not to nickel-and-dime our customers, which is why I went with a tiered system.

Tonight, I was with Mr. and Mrs. Morton. They were very well off, and lived a life reminiscent of landed gentry a hundred years ago. They asked to be called Lord and Lady Morton, and that was fine with me. Lord Morton had requested oral satisfaction, and that's something I didn't do for men. I asked Michael if he wanted to go, and he agreed. He had seen Mr. Morton at the club and was pretty jazzed up about it. They were very well known and influential in the swinger world, so I went along at no extra cost. I wanted to make sure they were happy. Good word-of-mouth advertising never hurts.

When we arrived, we found we weren't the only ones in costume. The Mortons looked like they'd stepped off the cover of a period romance novel. Lady Morton had a beautiful silk gown that swept the floor as she glided along. She had white lace gloves, and a jeweled brooch and earrings to complement her outfit. Lord Morton wore a tailcoat with a tan vest, white breeches, and black riding boots. A beautiful red cravat augmented his white linen shirt. He finished the look with a top hat and cane. They were an impressive pair.

Michael and I did our best curtsies and were ushered inside.

We quickly realized they were not interested in cleaning. They had other, more personal services in mind.

And so, there I was, on my hands and knees, scrubbing Lady Morton's bathtub. Of course, there was no dirt to be found. She had pulled my dress up, and was giving me little swats with a riding crop, while scolding me for being lazy and useless. I just smiled, apologized, and played along. I had no idea what Michael and his Lordship were up to.

She grew tired of that game after a while, and declared it was time for bed. She told me her ladies' maid had quit recently, so I was to accompany her to her chamber and help her undress. Lord Morton pressed Michael into similar service. His Valet had run off with the maid. Tough break all around.  So we went up to their bedroom and began undressing them both. I was shown where to lay that fabulous gown (with the help of the crop, of course) and began taking off her corset and other underclothes. I was amazed she could carry all of this stuff around. It must have weighed a ton. It was all exquisitely made. I suspected a good bit of it was of authentic vintage.

Eventually I had her down to a pair of fluffy pantaloons, and a linen chemise that tied in the front. She told me to take her lovely brunette hair down and brush it. That was a joy for me. I loved giving a beautiful woman such intimate, personal attention. It was very soothing for both of us.

I hadn't really been paying attention to Michael and Lord Morton, but from my vantage point behind Lady Morton, I could see Michael was down on his knees, sucking his lordship's cock with great determination.

Lady Morton looked up at me and said, "Tell me, dear. Do you ever perform orally for your clients?"

"Well, m'lady, I will, but only on beautiful lades, like yourself."

She smiled and picked up her crop. She pointed to a spot on the floor in front of her. "Come here then, and kneel for me, girl."

I quickly complied. I might be dressed as a maid, but I was very much hetero, and Lady Morton was a real beauty. I couldn't think of much she'd request that I wouldn't do. So I knelt as she required.

She indicated the ties on her chemise. "I think you forgot something, girl."

I apologized and reached up. I slowly pulled the laces on the first bow. Then the second, and the third.

Her generous breasts were right in front of me. So close.

"Show me how gentle you can be. Kiss my breasts, girl."

And so I did. I spent the next few minutes kissing and licking. Finally, I felt her hands at the back of my head. "Suck, girl. Nurse on me."

I had no complaints about doing that either.

In the background, I could hear his Lordship moaning and giving commands. Each time he did, I heard Lady Morton give a matching sigh or moan. It was clear that she loved watching her man get a blow job.

"Girl, I think it's time you showed me how good of a cleaner you are. My pussy is terribly messy. Do something about it!"

I pulled her pantaloons off, and folded them carefully. Then I followed my orders. After planting endless kisses on her inner thighs, I moved upwards. I started slowly, licking all the way from her taint up to the top. I stopped just short of her engorged clit. I repeated that motion, again and again. I teased her mercilessly, making her want me to go just a little bit further. I could hear her sighing every time I did that, aching a little.

Eventually, she did what I knew she'd do. I felt the crop on my back. "Goddammit! Give it to me!"

And so I did. I started the same motion again, but this time I went all the way up and started sucking on her clit. It was huge. It reminded me of a tiny cock, and I sucked it for all I was worth. I heard her moaning, and started running my tongue around the outside. I kept after her until she was almost at the brink. Then I stopped and took that long, teasing lick again. I thought she was going to scream. She dropped out of character then. "Finish me, please! I can't take it anymore!"

This was my moment. Lord Morton was watching her, and I made sure she gave him a good show. She was grabbing the arms of her chair as I pushed her over the brink. As soon as she started cumming, he lost control and gave Michael what he'd been after.

I got up from my place at her feet, and extended my arms. She rose, and I carried her to her bed and placed her there, as gently as I could. I covered her, and petted her for a while. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved cleaning her. She smiled at me, but didn’t speak. Her eyes said everything I needed to hear. Lord Morton soon joined her there and held her.

Michael and I quietly went to the door. "If that will be all, goodnight, M'lord. Goodnight, M'lady." I turned out the lights, and we left.