Femdom Cleaning

 (This story is fictional. He never said that and never will. But anyone who reads it will understand how much fun it was to write it.)



It's Saturday morning and I'm in front of FemDom and I'm so excited. There is no session with Mrs. Nastasya today, but she invited me to clean. So I have blonde hair, subtle makeup, not too high heels and a matching work uniform, but they're still hidden under my long gray winter coat. It took me a long time before I was allowed to come here dressed. Applying makeup in particular took a lot of practice. In the beginning, she always did my makeup and I always got good results. Later, under his guidance, I let him try again at home. Sometimes I allowed myself to send her photos, and sometimes she pointed out flaws and gave me advice on how to use them immediately: remove makeup, reapply and send photos. At one point he allowed me to dress up and wander alone at night, at first... but that's another story. Anyway, my makeup skills don't compare to yours yet, but I'm good enough to wear clothes here. It was 10 o'clock and I rang the doorbell. Soon I heard his footsteps. He opened the door and the man who had fascinated me so many years ago reappeared. Of course Miss Nastasia looks beautiful again. This time she wore a black dress and her favorite boots. Although it was not prepared for me because I came here for cleaning, it did not affect the welcome and it was very warm as always. But the situation quickly turns dire. "Put your bag, coat and boots in the locker room and come into the exam room wearing high heels," she said.



I hurry to do as he says. The hall door is open, so enter. My aunt is sitting in the corner with her legs crossed, holding a cup of coffee. I almost forgot in my excitement, but then I remembered what it was like to bow out at the last minute. A brief smile appears on his face. He says "come" and points to his feet. I immediately knelt down and kissed his boots as a formal greeting. Then I can stand up, put my hands behind my back and prepare for the test. Although I have come today to clean, as Lady Nastasia's servant, I am her representative and must look perfect. In addition to school uniforms, of course, this includes everything from high heels, underwear, bras covering glued-on fake breasts, suspenders and stockings, to tight-knit corsets, but no panties. A locked steel chastity cage and the girl's ass must be available at all times.



The lady takes great care of me. He walks around me slowly. Then suddenly: "Bend down!" The order was given. He tugged at the hem of my school uniform skirt and patted my bottom to make sure I inserted the princess plug correctly. After checking the CG fit and patting my cheek, she sat me back down. He seems satisfied. Then suddenly he asks me to take my shoes off again. I look back to see him just smiling. Then he shakes his head and says indignantly, "M..., M..." I still don't know what she doesn't like when I get back to my feet, but then she says, "You're dressed well, and your nails are painted to match your makeup..." Eyes swell and toenails turn red bright. "...were you too lazy or not thinking?" asks the master. I stopped for a moment of excitement and indifference and apologized when he said, "Well, it's 10 fingers and you know my favorite song." I counted in vain: "Forty, no, not forty, ma'am!" "Come on," he said. "Lean over the box." He has a stick in his hand. Therefore, I have no choice but to submit and try to receive the appropriate punishment. Even though he didn't hit me hard, his hits hurt. Well, it's your fault!



After this inspection, which proved difficult, it's time to start cleaning. First, Ms. Nastasia has problems with some locks. It doesn't matter if the locking maid uses it to lock her dress. Rather, I never thought of removing my uniform without my master's permission. But the fact that I can't do that anymore is really exciting for me, and Ms. Nastasia knows that it motivates me even more to work for her. Wide adjustable collars are much more uncomfortable because you can barely turn your head or bend over. Above all, high heels are complete. My boss told me what to expect. “I have a few meetings today and I don't want to clean up after them. This will be your job. Why do I have a pig? Until then, it's still locked. There are more women here and we don't want you to dance, join or get in the way. Go ahead and try it.” He attached a short leash to my collar and led me down the hall behind him.



My heart beats faster. Main Street. My wife knows that I like to be exposed and seen. In fact, a door opens into a large cage against the wall. 'Get in!' He commands, "Turn around and put your hands behind your back!" And the shackles are closing. The last thing he did was blindfold me. Of course, there are other people there, so you have to have a lot of discretion. Now get updated guidance. “No matter what happens, no matter who comes, we don't want to hear a word from you unless they ask. Do you understand, dear?\" \"Yes, ma'am,\" I reply. \"Then I will have some now.\" With these words he drags me away, leaving me to my feelings. I gradually began to understand that the situation here was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Despite its small size, this cage was too narrow for kneeling. So I have to stand in high heels and soon my feet start to hurt. Madame Nastasia has once again created a diabolical situation. To help relieve foot pain, please clean them thoroughly.