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crimson-uncovered:

Let me serve you, and let me dress the part.

Cleaning may not be the epitome of sexual excitement, but the mere thought of dressing up in a dainty little maid outfit seems to change that. It exudes servitude and seduction, an irresistible combination, particularly when it’s a size or two too small. 

That is precisely why you will find me scrubbing your floors on my hands and knees. My skirt will be much too short, revealing the slutty little panties already soaking through. You will find me bending to pick your laundry off the floor, knees straight, an excellent display of the terribly low neckline. I will dust the mantelpiece in horrendously high heels and wipe the counters with my ass angled just so. I will obey your every command, do your every chore. Clean that. Throw this away. Pick that up. Wash this.

And later, your orders will change, but my obedience will not. Bend over. Get on your knees. Open your mouth. Suck my cock. I will willingly fall victim to all of your gropes and grabs and slaps. I’ll open my legs to your fingers, your mouth, your cock. I’ll lift my ass to your palm, you teeth, your scratching fingernails. My purpose would be blatantly clear.

I am there to serve.

The uniform says so.

(via staciecd)