Oh the days of obeant houseboys, they are such a treasure to have. Toss them a cookie every once in a while and tickle behind the ear and their good t go for another week.
I will never forget my first houseboy, but I guess frists are usually that way. He begged me to clean my house for weeks he would leave msg's on my phone. Letting him wait is what FemDom's do best.
He came over on time and as promised - did not bother me but cleaned every inch of my bathroom, bedroom and kitchen, leaving the floor til last. The kitchen floor he wanted me to watch as he did his last chore. I agreed.
Sitting there watching him on his hands and knee's was a great view - just the perfect place for him to be. As he got the floor all wet with warm water and cleaner he started gliding all over it, very strange sight. Then he started making these weird mating sounds, and bam he cum's all over my kitchen floor. My frist reaction was to toss him out, but instead I asked. ' wtf '
He replied, " but Ma'am your bare feet where on this floor, how could I containt myself. " I laughed at him and left the room instructing him to clean it again properly.
Well that boy was with me well over a year, once a week my house was spotless but my floors will never be the same.