I abandoned my first attempt at this asignment and wrote a completely different story. I don't know why the first one didn't work out but it seemed I was going in circles, adding more and more words without adding meaning or story. Maybe it was simply a bad idea from the beginning or maybe I will finish it someday.

Anyway, here is my third asignment. It is a little short but I like it for several reasons.



Who serves whom?

Jason put down the rag and surveyed his work. He had cleared up the playroom and swabbed everything down with disinfectant: walls, floor, toys. His knees were sore and his head was spinning from the solvent. He found another plug and disdainfully dumped it in his cleaning tub. Bodily fluids were fine with him during playtime. After a day or two, they were simply disgusting.

As always, the clock was working against him. He picked up the toys for the day and hurried upstairs; a meal had to be prepared, a table had to be laid and candles had to be lit. All before she got home. Jason stopped to catch his breath and caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t like what he saw. Dark rings were clearly visible under his steel blue eyes. No wonder he looked like that, he thought: He got up an hour before Francine so that he could leave work early. So that he could prepare everything.

All for her.

It was a labor of love for the woman he loved, he ruefully reminded himself as he laid the table with a single setting, making an effort to turn that frown upside down. Jason was not just fooling himself. He truly worshipped the ground on which Francine treaded but sometimes everything just went over his head. He selected a good wine to go along with the meal he had prepared and took a deep breath, surveying his work. Almost perfect. He adjusted the single chair to perfectly match the setting and laid out the doggie bowl and pillow on the floor next to it.

He had barely finished dressing when Jason heard the ‘toc toc’ of her heels on the hall. Even after five years, he trembled with anticipation, uncertain if everything was good and to her liking.

As always, it was perfect.


********** One week later **********

The floor was dirty, Francine noted, so unlike Jason. She had been away for a week on business but he knew exactly when she would be coming home. Bewildered she placed down her suitcase and looked around. It was as if Jason had not lifted a finger while she had been away.

There was some noise coming from the den and, when she cautiously entered, she saw him lounging in front of the television, his legs propped up on the table. Some stupid F1 racing game was running on the console and he was almost simultaneously cheering and cursing at his controller.

In all the time she had known him, he had never done that. What had caused this sudden change, this rebellion against the status quo, she wondered.


********** Just a short time later**********

The tiny French maid outfit was far too small and almost translucent. The skirt was so ridiculously short that the lack of underwear, like the base of the butt plug, showed almost constantly. Dusting the upper shelves was especially bad; which was why it was going to be the first chore for today.

Jason could remember that he used to have trouble reaching the higher boards, even with a proper duster, but he hadn’t thought it possible with the flimsy, pink, plastic thingy that came with the uniform.

The heels helped, he mused.


As always, the clock was working against him. And this time, it looked like it was going to end badly. He just knew it. If he qualified second, Schumacher was going to start in the pole position and the race would go downhill from there. He made a mental note to punish Francine for distracting him with her moist pussy and well plugged ass that she wiggled in front of him, frantically trying to reach the last shelf.




Satan_Klaus

Note: this is not a switch story!