After several messages being exchanged it would seem that I was his ultimate dream. Somewhere he can dress, interact with other slaves, be put to work, made up like a sexy slut and complete his chores in heels and stockings.
Because so many ‘working maids’ don’t manage to deliver the goods I insist that they come on a client basis for the first hour if they need alot of energy – ie dressing, make-up, hair etc and this chap seemed to be living the life outdoors and so seemed the ideal candidate.
Text messages and emails assured me that he was ready to do absolutely anything for me and was so pleased to have the chance to work alongside me and help out.
Perfect? Possibly too perfect. He arrived – I sent for him 2 hours ahead of schedule as I had so much faith in the picture he created of himself. Spent an hour perfecting his skin, hair and make up, which he loved. Unfortunately within the first 2 minutes in the same room as another slave (who was bound and helpless and totally devoid of sight) and he crumbled. I had only asked him to brush the body with implements as I worked on him too… no skin contact at all……
I was, as you can imagine, quite annoyed and had to stop what I was doing to dismiss him. Several messages changed hands and I did get more than a little annoyed when he suggested that he should come again (free gratis of course) and be made up and modelled as a rubber doll before riding the strap on!
Too much. He just couldn’t handle it at alll. So think carefully about what you want – be cazreful what you ask for.