“How can I be of assistance, Master?”
You weren’t sure what to expect from the “Rent-A-Maid” services. The ads in the paper and on Tv had promised a fantasy come true, no matter how absurd. Scrolling through their website on a whim, your heart had nearly skipped a beat at the sight of one of the options:
Diapered Maids.
You had called up the services that very night. The cost had been a bit steeper than you had thought, but you had reserved a maid nonetheless and waited with sweaty palms for her to arrive.
When she did finally arrive, you first thing you noticed was the heavy scent of talcum wafting off her, as well as the distinct crinkle coming from underneath her skirt, making your manhood quiver in excitement.
Licking your lips, you shakily replied, “I- I’d like you to clean this place up, but… but first… could you lift up your skirt for me?”
The woman only giggled, almost like this wasn’t the first time she’d be requested to do so. Turning around, she slowly lifted up her skirt, giving you a clear view of her thickly diapered behind that almost took your breath away, “Anything else, Master?”
Guided by your arousal, you walked up and placed your hand against her diaper. “How about after you’re all done cleaning, we have some fun together?”
“As you wish, Master.”