Not Even Severe Sadism At All But Still Hot To Me - Blog Posts

I’ve used to never understand why this turns me on. Seeing my girl cleaning the floor like in this picture.

Maybe it’s the maid outfit with those heels that I love seeing her wear. While I admit these do turn me on, there’s something else there. There’s something different inside me that I feel when she’s cleaning the floor, versus just wearing these particular clothes. She could be wearing a baggy t-shirt with sneakers, and I would still be turned on by her act.

Maybe it’s about her following her rules. Giving your girl a routine that she obeys and follows. She is the keeper of the house, and I give her a layout of how to keep it and when she does it. I am certainly gratified when she is obedient in this way, but I see my girl doing laundry, or doing the dishes and don’t have the same feeling. She simply performs a task she’s been given.

Maybe it’s really a low level of my sadism. I know, and she knows, that there are quicker, easier and better ways to clean a floor. Yet, she cleans it this way. On her hands and knees, cleaning the lowest part of the house, in a more physically demanding way. I’m a sadist, and she loves it. There are far more brutal ways for me to exact my will to hurt her, and she knows it. But having her do a tedious task like this for me to watch, both of us knowing that it will be tiring and painful after not too long? That is what turns me on.