I was a little nervous when I arrived but I was made to feel incredibly welcome. Once I had taken off my winter coat to reveal my skimpy French maids costume, stockings and suspenders, I knew there was no going back. I set to work with my feather duster, cleaning the living room. I wanted to be very thorough and I knew my work was being scrutinised intensely. I lightly dusted the shelves, bookcases, crevices and trophies.

Once I had finished my dusting I set to work unravelling the long black cord around the Shark upright vacuum. It was much heavier and bulkier than the Shark cordless model I had at home, but I knew this meant it was going to be so much more powerful- and corded of course means the battery never runs out, so I had plenty of time to spend vacuuming everything I needed to and really doing a great job.

I plugged the machine in, pressed the on/off button and it whirred into life. I started in upright mode, cleaning the central carpet area. There was dog toy stuffing on the floor, which effortlessly disappeared under the brushes very quickly. I meticulously moved furniture, bending down to adjust the cord as I worked.

Once I had finished using the upright function I switched over to the nozzle and checked the suction on various settings with my hand. I was nervous. This was so much stronger than the vacuum I had at home. What was it capable of?

I used the crevice tool and began the edges of the carpet and the ceiling. Cobwebs were no match for it. Under the furniture, clunk clunk clunk as mystery items were sucked into the machine. It wasn't my house, I had no idea what they could be, which was a little thrilling. No idea what noise would come next as the hungry vacuum sucked anything that was close enough. My client sat on the sofa, observing as I crawled along on my heels. My tiny maids outfit did not even come close to covering my bottom. The suspender belt was moving higher and higher and I did not have panties on. It was at this point I think he realised how much I had set out to tease and tantalise him. He certainly didn't complain.

I had worked my way all around the living room edges, crawling on my hands and knees, then reaching up high in my heels to attend to anything that could be sucked. I realised that the next job would be the crevices of the sofa. I tested the suction again with my hand. This time I was a little braver and I tested the suction on the fleshy mounds of my breasts. During the carpet edge vacuuming my breasts had freed themselves from my little dress and were now very visible and bare. I was not yet ready to try the hose on my nipples, but it wouldn't be long before that changed.

I began to work my sucking magic on the sofa, reaching down with the tool into the folds and creases of the cushions. I was very close to him now and I began running the vacuum along the interface between his clothed body and the upholstery. I knew he was enjoying this so I took a chance and began to stroke the vacuum over his lower legs, cleaning the stray dog hairs from the fabric. I tested the tool on his tshirt, which was pretty flimsy and easily sucked into the machine until I pulled it back out. I hovered deliberately slowly over his nipples, waiting for him to tell me to stop. He did not.

Getting very brave now, I vacuumed the socks on his feet and began to peel the socks off. I wanted to test the suction so I ramped it up to full power. My home vacuum would have struggled but straight away the sock began being sucked into the nozzle. I held it playfully for a while, pulling it in and out as it strained against the suction. I accidentally let it go and slurp- it was pulled into the vacuum. I was a little shocked as I had not anticipated the sheer force of the machine.

After a few seconds of contemplation I ordered him to start unbuckling his belt. The belt itself was too bulky and heavy to play suck-suck games with, so I moved on to the removal of his t shirt and then his trousers. By now I was between his legs, my mouth and vacuum hose dangerously close to his cock. The tension in the air was palpable. Was I really going to do this?

I playfully slipped the nozzle in the opening of his briefs, waiting for him to resist. He did not push me away. His bulging erection strained at the fabric and it excited me to see lots pre cum soaking through. I leaned over and continued to vacuum, working on his upper body as my naked breasts jiggled millimetres from his face. I knew my next step was inevitable and I demanded he remove his underwear, which he did without hesitation. I playfully toyed with his cock, letting the vacuum hose suck the sides and base. I had not finished teasing him yet and I instructed him to stand and watch me, cock in hand whilst I used the hose on myself. I got comfortable on the sofa, spread my legs and began to tease the nozzle against my nipples and then my clitoris. I could feel myself beginning to climax but I had vowed that my first vac maid experience would not be about my direct pleasure.

My client was so aroused by watching me suck myself off (completely understandable) and I knew he would not be able to control himself for much longer. I grabbed the perspex adapter tube and fitted it to the nozzle, which was still hungrily sucking away. This was the moment! He sat back down and on went the tube, his tumescent cock sucked straight in and engulfing the chamber. I played with the power, turning it up and down, watching him intensely for his reaction. He was in absolute ecstasy. I reduced the suction a little so I could move the chamber up and down his shaft, teasing him more and more. I knew he would not be able to stop himself if I grazed my breasts delicately in his face and bounced them up and down as I moved with the vacuum tube. A few moments later I got what I wanted: a moan of pleasure as the cum spurted out and got sucked around the inside of the tube. I felt victorious, wet, and very pleased with myself. I'm pretty sure he was satisfied with my naughtiness as well.