The first time I brought my hubby (at the time boyfriend) over for dinner at my mom’s place, we had a great time. Bob did all
the right things and made a great first impression by being social and polite. After dinner my mom asked him if he would mind helping with the dishes. Bob was still on his best behavior and of course did not mind helping with the cleaning up.
The helping part turned into just him standing in front of the
sink and having to do all the cleaning up. Since Bob had a nice
dress shirt on, my mother didn’t want him to ‘ruin his clothes’
so suggested an apron. He went pale and started stammering
it wasn’t needed and he would be careful. My mother was
having none of it and opened the cupboards. I was having a
magnificent view of these events unfolding, sitting with a glass
of wine at the dinner table. There was something that made
me excited about this event. I had never seen Bob this afraid
of any woman, let alone my mother. He just stood there
helpless while my mother went through the cupboards
selecting the right apron for the job.
My mother eventually produced a frilly pinafore style apron.
The one they wore ages ago. No self-respecting male would
volunteer to wear such a garment. I wouldn’t even wear such
a frilly apron. It had a full floral bib with a huge skirt and two
cross over straps in the back. While she was unfolding the
garment, he kept saying he would be careful with the wash up
but my mother had already decided. He was going to wear an
apron, and there was no way he could convince her not to.
Bob tried fighting it, by repeating how it wasn’t necessary. I
could see that my mother was getting enough of it and showed
her dominance. “Turn around.” She barked at the poor
helpless boy. Bob changed in a split second and just obeyed
her demand. He turned around as my mother captured him in
between her on the apron. She continued to take the two
straps in the back and firmly locked this helpless male into his new frilly apron.
You won’t even believe how cute he looked. Standing there
like a little boy in a girly frilly apron in front of the sink. He
ended up doing all the dishes and the cleaning without my
mother or I lifting a finger. It was an event that would change
the dynamics of our relationship for the rest of our lives. We
both knew it. The difference was that I had a smile on my face
and Bob was blushing while doing his chores in the kitchen.
Once Bob was done with the dishes and wiping the counters. He announced that he was done. My mother was thinking other of it and brought out the vacuum and simply told him. “The living room could use a round, make sure to not skip the corners.” I would have never thought Bob would go along with this, but he ended up vacuuming the whole living room. Once he was almost done my mother simply opened the door to the hallway and pointed up the stairs. I was amazed but soon we started our second bottle of wine while we heard the vacuum running on the floor above us. Bob was a changed man; he was almost like a maid!
Once the whole upstairs floor was also vacuumed Bob came downstairs and meekly stood in front of his new employers. Waiting for the next instructions. Though I had been drinking enough and seeing him being helpless in front of my mother had turned me on. I decided it was time to go home. “It was a lovely dinner mother, but we are heading home.”
As Bob heard these words being spoken, he started taking the apron off. To his surprise he couldn’t take it off. The knots were too tight for him to be able to undo them. It was quite a sight to see this grown up man in his frilly pink apron trying so hard to take it off. After about two minutes he meekly asked for help, which only made me laugh at him harder.
After my mother and I were both done laughing I did finally help him take his frilly apron off. He was blushing so much that his whole face and neck were red. I thought it was very cute.
Ever since this event, he has been doing the dishes and some cleaning at my mother’s house wearing that same apron. My mother still ties it on him every time. He is a changed man, he becomes so quiet and attentive. He cares much more about my needs when he is wearing a frilly apron.
Now at home Bob has been wearing an even more feminine style apron while doing the dishes and cleaning. He is almost like a full time maid. He is very caring and does a great job cleaning up.
I’ve mentioned the idea of buying a maid’s uniform for him. He went completely red, nervously saying he didn’t need one. I have not decided yet which one I should get him. But I think I will go for a custom made one. I want the uniform to have the same subjugating effect, or even better. It should be embarrassing for him to wear so it shows him who is really in charge. Maybe a locking uniform that he can’t take off himself? So many options!
Mother and I have also had several discussions about my need for a Black lover in front of him as if he were not there. She will go into details of why this is important and how much she likes her Black lover’s abilities. I can tell it has an amazing effect on him as he will increase the intensity of his cleaning each time he hears us discussing it.
He doesn’t know it yet but I very much intend to have a Black controlled wedding and marriage.
Once Bob was done with the dishes and wiping the counters. He announced that he was done. My mother was thinking other of it and brought out the vacuum and simply told him. “The living room could use a round, make sure to not skip the corners.” I would have never thought Bob would go along with this, but he ended up vacuuming the whole living room. Once he was almost done my mother simply opened the door to the hallway and pointed up the stairs. I was amazed but soon we started our second bottle of wine while we heard the vacuum running on the floor above us. Bob was a changed man; he was almost like a maid!
Once the whole upstairs floor was also vacuumed Bob came downstairs and meekly stood in front of his new employers. Waiting for the next instructions. Though I had been drinking enough and seeing him being helpless in front of my mother had turned me on. I decided it was time to go home. “It was a lovely dinner mother, but we are heading home.”
As Bob heard these words being spoken, he started taking the apron off. To his surprise he couldn’t take it off. The knots were too tight for him to be able to undo them. It was quite a sight to see this grown up man in his frilly pink apron trying so hard to take it off. After about two minutes he meekly asked for help, which only made me laugh at him harder.
After my mother and I were both done laughing I did finally help him take his frilly apron off. He was blushing so much that his whole face and neck were red. I thought it was very cute.
Ever since this event, he has been doing the dishes and some cleaning at my mother’s house wearing that same apron. My mother still ties it on him every time. He is a changed man, he becomes so quiet and attentive. He cares much more about my needs when he is wearing a frilly apron.
Now at home Bob has been wearing an even more feminine style apron while doing the dishes and cleaning. He is almost like a full time maid. He is very caring and does a great job cleaning up.
I’ve mentioned the idea of buying a maid’s uniform for him. He went completely red, nervously saying he didn’t need one. I have not decided yet which one I should get him. But I think I will go for a custom made one. I want the uniform to have the same subjugating effect, or even better. It should be embarrassing for him to wear so it shows him who is really in charge. Maybe a locking uniform that he can’t take off himself? So many options!
Mother and I have also had several discussions about my need for a Black lover in front of him as if he were not there. She will go into details of why this is important and how much she likes her Black lover’s abilities. I can tell it has an amazing effect on him as he will increase the intensity of his cleaning each time he hears us discussing it.
He doesn’t know it yet but I very much intend to have a Black controlled wedding and marriage.
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