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Servitude Chore Fetish: How an English Expat Became My Housemaid in Hong Kong

  • Writer: Lucy Liu
    Lucy Liu
  • Feb 19
  • 2 min read

Updated: Apr 24

Some months ago, I received an unexpected yet captivating email from an English expat who identified as a “cleaning slave.” He expressed a keen interest in engaging in a unique session centered around his house chore fetish. Intrigued by the unconventional nature of our arrangement, I decided to fully embrace the experience by deliberately wearing my visibly dirty boots— an intentional choice designed to showcase their state and heighten the anticipation. I knew he would derive pleasure from the act of cleaning them naked, and I was eager to see how this dynamic would unfold.


Upon our sessions, Tom grew excited eyeing my dirty boots, filled with a mix of fear and anticipation, never left mine as he slowly pulled the boots off, revealing my bare feet.


"You know what to do, Tom," I said, my voice a soft purr. He nodded, his gaze dropping to the dirty boots in his hands. He started to clean them, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to savor every moment. The sight of him, naked and on his knees, cleaning my boots.


He started with the brushes, scrubbing away at the mud with a fervor that was almost alarming. His breath hitched as he worked, his hands moving with a precision that spoke of his experience. I could see the desire in his eyes, the need to please me, to serve me.


After the boots, he moved on to my clothes, ironing them with a precision that was almost artistic. His hands, steady and sure, moved over the fabric, the heat from the iron radiating through the material and onto my skin. I


"You're doing a good job, Tom," I praised, watching as he folded my clothes with a precision that was almost military. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a hunger that was almost palpable.


"You did well, Tom," I said, my voice still husky with pleasure. "Very well indeed."


He looked up at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Mistress," he said, his voice filled with a reverence that made my heart flutter. "It was my pleasure."

 
 
 

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