When I got home tonight after work and class, the last thing I wanted to do was make dinner. All I wanted to do was sit down with a glass of wine, turn a show on and decompress, maybe have someone make dinner for me, and that’s when I realized that I simply need a lifestyle slave.

I yearn for nothing more than to have someone look after all of my non sexual needs. They wake me up in the morning with my coffee already prepared for me. They light my cigarettes, make me breakfast and always have a glass of orange juice and a coffee to accompany it. Every week, they prepare a menu for me of all my favourite dinners alongside their appropriate wine pairing. They clean my house, do my laundry (it’s okay if they sniff my panties during the process), do my grocery shopping, amongst many other duties.

I’ll get them to clean my sex toys, to help me in and out latex outfits where I’ll even allow them to shine my latex for me when I’m wearing it if they’ve been good. If they’ve been especially good, I’ll allow them to watch as my partner and I have sex. They can sit in the corner and goon to us as they watch me toy with him. Teasing him, enjoying him as I watch him turn to putty in my hands. They can desperately hump and rub and stroke while they wish they could be in his position, watching as he pleases me. Eagerly admiring as the way he makes me moan while I sit on his face, being jealous of him for tasting me and drinking my cum. Wondering how my pussy would feel when I fuck him, and of course being jealous when I let him cum.

After we’ve finished, my slave can go their own way but not before they’ve tidied up my bed and potentially changed my sheets. I can make a real mess sometimes when I fuck, but don’t worry; they can lick the cum from my sheets if they need to.