Domestic Goddess

I have no liking for housework, in fact, I hate it. Being a domestic goddess just means endless repetitions of the same futile chores. They have no seductive potential for me. That’s the point though. What seem like dull duties to me, become highly arousing to a cleaning fetishist who will always appreciate my efforts and my outfit. To entertain myself I wear my yellow marigold gloves and a tiny apron. To stimulate my audience I add my discount heels and a sheer top to the ensemble. I can make any domestic duty look sexy.

I think that the popularity of this fetish is based on the the movements that women make when they do things around the house. When they are on all fours, scrubbing steps and floors, the regular rhythm of their hips, forwards and backwards, duplicates the way they might look when they’re having great sex. When they’re dusting they inevitably push their bottoms out, proudly. Who could resist?

Photos by Daniel Bauer.