Husband to Maid

My wife and I had been sweet hearts since school and got married in 2012.

We had a great life, my wife having her own successful cleaning company and me working for a car dealership as a sales executive.

I was frequently the top salesman and as such got lots of perks.

My wife Joanne had built her cleaning company up from just her to a company employing more than 60 people and had several large cleaning contracts, as well as many domestic and holiday cottages on her books.

We had a fantastic life, a lovely home in the city and a holiday home in Florida. Several high end cars and designer clothes and went on several holidays each year, as well as weekends away. Most of which were courtesy of my job and being repeatedly the top sales person for the southeast region.

We often eat out at fancy restaurants and went to most top sporting events, again courtesy of my job.

I had alway like cars and loved my job selling prestige cars to wealthy clients. I even began buying and selling my own vehicles, specifically classic cars on the side.

This became very successful and thankfully my employer was ok with me doing this as well as my day job, as it didn't impact my sales figures at all. Most of my customers were existing clients or through recommendations from existing clients.

I was very fortunate to have built up a network of contacts through the motor trade and had people calling me all the time with classic cars for sale and I usually had a buyer inplace before I had to pay for the vehicle.

Things were going very well, Joanne and myself were getting on better than ever and our sex life was fantastic to say the least.

Joanne and I were both adventurous and love to try new things, especially within our sexual experiences.

Friends of ours were having a party for their fortieth and decided on fancy dress, the theme was Tarts and Vicars.

Joanne suggested that I should go as a tart and that it would be fun.

I didn't need much convincing as I always gave into Joanne and she knew how to get me to do anything she wanted.

Joanne was alway more dominant in our sexual relationship and I liked it that way. Probably because of the pressure of work.

Joanne was 5ft 11" and of medium build a size 12 and lond dark brown hair and brown eyes. People always remarked how much she looked like Suranne Jones. I on the other hand am 5ft 9" but a small frame for a man. I have an athletic build and short dark hair and look like a younger version of Johnny Depp.

Needles to say the fancy dress party was a huge success and we both really enjoyed playing the reverse roles and had great sex while playing our respective roles of the opposite sex.

Busness was going great and I had the chance of purchasing my dream car, a 1956 Mercedes 300 SL. Needless to say if I knew what was around the corner I wouldn't have purchased the car.

I had slightly over stretch myself financially but knew I could sell more cars and soon get some money back into the bank.

I purchased the car from a former clients estate in-early 2020 and had put all our savings into the purchase and also remortgage our holiday home in Florida and our home in Canterbury. Joanne was reluctant at first but knew it was a good investment and that I would soon pay off the mortgages on both properties so long as I continued to sell car like I had done previously!

Little did we know that less than 2 months later the country would go into lockdown, due to the Covid-19 crisis.

Work shut down, as did Joanne's nothing was happening. We were advised to stay at home and not to venture out unless necessary.

Lockdown was extended but was assured by the powers that be the worst was behind us as the pandemic had past it's peak and things would soon be back to normal.

Things just got worse, work still hadn't resumed and Joanne had to put all her staff on furlough.

With no money coming in and with our savings sitting in the garage, things got quite difficult for us.

Come October 2020 the prime minister announced the second lockdown, which lasted into December and Christmas was looking bleaker and bleaker.

With no income from either of us and also no income from our holiday home in Florida, we were getting more desperate.

During this time I contracted Covid-19 myself and pueumonia and was admitted into hospital. I can honestly say I have never felt this unwell ever. I finally arrived home towards the end of January 2021.

Joanne had informed me that she had to sell the car as the mortgage needed paying and other bills also.

I was shocked when Joanne told me how much she had sold the car for, she had only got just over £300k for it. We had lost almost £700k and to top it off, it only just covered the money that we owed on credit cards, over draft and missed mortgage payments on both properties.

We had nothing left and Joanne blamed me for buying that stupid car, if only I hadn't brought it, we would be ok as both properties were mortgage free at that point.

Joanne had had to take out a government backed loan to keep her company going.

I was still not very well and as such I was moping around the house, while Joanne was trying to restart her cleaning business.

My company had decided to move all sales to online only, which didn't help our situation at all and even if they had reopened the show rooms, I wasn't well enough then to go back to work. As it turned out no one was buying new cars.

By late September 2021 we had sold both properties at a significant loss on both, since I remortgaged and we had moved into a much smaller 2 bedroom bungalow in Broadstairs. I hadn't managed to get back to work and Joanne had only managed to bring back a fraction of her previous work force and was having to work twice as hard to get any cleaning job. The silver light in all this was that no one was travelling abroad, everyone was holidaying at home.

Which had an increase in cleaning for holiday lets and also domestic cleaning as most people were working from home at this point.

Things came to ahead between Joanne and myself in early October 2021. Joanne had accused me of being a waste of space and I needed to get out and find another job or at least do the cleaning around the house!

I reluctantly gave in and began doing the cleaning around the house, as I couldn't find another job at this time.

Joannes firm was called Molly's Maids and she was starting to get more and more holiday cleaning jobs in, as well as more domestic cleaning jobs.

Needless to say Joanne was struggling to find suitable people to fill the vacancy's she had and was starting to have to turn work away.

I told her that this was stupid, we couldn't afford to turn away work of any sort.

"I have no choice John, I can't get anyone to fill my vacancies " Joanne said.

"What about me I could do it" I said.

Joanne laughed. "You couldn't do it, my company is called Molly's Maids, the clue is in the name. Maids " Joannes replied.

"My clients want a woman to do the cleaning, not a man" Joanne said.

"Thats sexist Joanne, you can't do that nowadays " I said.

"Well if you're willing to wear the Molly's Maids uniform, I guess you could do it" Joanne said. (with a chuckle)

I looked at her and was a little taken aback by what Joanne had just said.

"Surely I don't need to wear the maids uniform, a man's version with trousers should be available " I said.

"Of course you do, it's part of my brand. People expect our maids to be dressed as a maid, when they turn up to do their cleaning " Joanne told me.

"Well that's just stupid, surly I can do the job? I have proved I can clean, by cleaning our home?" I replied.

"I can see the advantages of having you on the payroll, but I don't know if my customers would fell the same?" Joanne told me.

"Why don't you ask some of them. Maybe send out a questionnaire to your existing clients and see what they think?" I said.

"Ok, but if I do this and they come back saying what I think they will, that they want a female in a maids uniform, you will leave it?" Joanne said.

"Yes I will, but if they say they wouldn't mind a male maid then you have to give it a go?" I replied.

"Sure you have a deal" Joanne said.

Joanne was true to her word and sent out a questionnaire to all her domestic and holiday cottage cleaning clients.

To all our clients of Mollys Maids.

It has been brought to my attention that we don't employ any male maids within the company and in doing so, this may contravene some employment regulations, regarding equality in the workplace.

I would be very grateful if you would take the time to fill out this short questionnaire regarding this subject and I would greatly appreciate any other thoughts you may have regarding this topic.

Questionnaire

1. Would you consider having a male cleaner? YES / NO

2. If yes what would you expect them to dress as a maid? YES / NO

3. Would you pay more for a Male Maid? YES / NO

4. If yes, what would you expect to pay? £

5. Would you consider paying for the Male Maids uniform? YES / NO

Anything else, please write below.

This questionnaire was sent out to over fourty clients via email and Joanne waited for the replies to come back.

Needless to say most thought it was a joke at first and most either phoned or texted Joanne directly or emailed back to the compay email.

After it was ascertained that the questionnaire was infact legitimate, the replies started to come back.

To both our surprise almost all of them were in favour of having a male maid do their cleaning.

Most also agreed to paying more for the privilege, ranging from £20-£100 more.

Only five agreed to pay for the uniform.

Some of the replies to anything else, were quite revealing some were as expected, yet some had sexual overtones which were totally left field.

Nevertheless I had been proven right and Joanne was keen to explote this new revenue stream as soon as possible.

Joanne contacted the five clients who had agreed to pay for the uniform, four of which were women. Which was more of a surprise.

Each client agreed to pay £350.00 for the uniform as long, as they could choose the design and colour, which Joanne was more than happy to agree with.

Most of the clients agreed on the style of uniform but two wanted pink instead of black. These two clients agreed to pay an extra £200.00 if they got their wish of a pink uniform. Joanne promptly accepted their offer of extra money and got the five clients to transfer the money for the uniform into the Mollys Maids business account, £2150.00 in totall.

A price of £125.00 an hour was agreed between the clients and my wife for the sevice of a male maid.

Joanne's sister and mother run a dry cleaning business and alterations service, so Joanne had them make my uniform.

Joanne and her sister spent an afternoon searching the internet for ideas on the style of uniform it should be. The only request from the clients was that it should be short enough to see the stocking tops.

They chose a typical French maids style uniform but elegant in black cotton fabric and white cotton and lace collar and cuffs just above the elbow. A wite cotton apron with ruffles and lace around the hem, with a 2" wide tie waist band, which would be tied into a dramatic bow behind. A taffeta underskirt in black, which would hold out the skirt of the maids uniform. A pair of 2" Mary-Jane style shoes also in black, with a black satin bow on the toe-cap. They decided on two black and two pink, which were identical to the black uniforms except the black was swapped out for pink, same with the shoes.

Underwear was decided on being matching sets in black, white, pink, white and pink and finally black and red. The stockings were either black lace topped silk or white lace topped silk.

The underwear consisted of a half cup underwire bra, suspender belt and knickers with a full bum and lace front with a bow in the front and a larger bow in the rear.

Needless to say there were plenty of uniform fittings over the coming days, all in full underwear. Much to the delight of my sister and mother inlaw, who just loved to see me humiliated. This gave me an odd fealing making me very hard, all 8" of it jutting upwards and aching to escape its lace confines of the knickers.

As the time neared for me to go to my first client a Mrs Henshaw I was getting very nervous and Joanne could see this and tried to comfort me with kind words. When this failed to work, Joanne got very angry and annoyed with me and began to steam into me, telling me that our current financial situation was completely my fault.

"Your pathetic, if you don't go to Mrs Henshaw's I will have all my male friends come round and railroad your arse, who knows your probably enjoy it?" Joanne shouted.

"Oh look your all hard, is that because you want to be railroaded, fucked, like the local bike." Joanne laughed.

"My god it is true you want to be fucked, like a girl don't you?" Joanne said and pushed for an answer.

"noooo, noo, notttt truuuu, I don'tttt wannnt thaat" I stuttered so embarrassed by my situation and my unexpected raging hard-on.

"DON'T FUCKING LIE BITCH, it's evident by your bulge in the front of your knickers" Joanne replied.

Joanne left the room and left me thinking about my fate and what tomorrow has in store!

I will follow on with more instalments, if there's no interest?