This may not seem like a sex confession, but it’s definitely something sexual for me. Shortly after I moved in with my wife, I started doing all the laundry. She asked me to hand-wash her delicates, which in her mind was all of her underwear, even just the boring cotton panties. So laundry became a bit of a task having to so many loads each week in the washer and dryer, and hand wash all of our underwear.
I enjoyed doing it though, and made sure that I stayed on top of it and neither of us were ever wishing we had clean clothes. It was definitely an understanding that laundry was my chore and she did not do it.
Soon a noticed a similar pattern with the dishes. I was washing them every night and she almost never touched them. If I went out of my way not to do them, she would just let them sit there until I did.
One night when I was doing the dishes, I suggested that we make the dishes my chore, like the laundry, and that I could be solely responsible for cleaning the kitchen. She of course liked that idea, and I added that this included all the cleaning in the kitchen like the bigger chores of washing the floor or cleaning the stove or fridge.
I think once I did that, I was making it clear to her that having household chores was something that I liked and I suspect she even knew that I got sexual pleasure from serving her in these non-sexual ways. We soon agreed that 100% of the chores would be my responsibility and she would not have to do anything. We even created a bit of a chore schedule for me to make sure I was doing everything around the house that I should be doing.
Although we treated it like she was assigning me to do all these things, we both knew that I did them voluntarily and that I loved it. After literally years of it, it almost became a game we would play just to make me having to do more chores. A few examples:
On occasions when my wife would cook, she would go out of her way to dirty as many dishes as possible and make as much of a mess in the kitchen as she could. She would spill things on purpose just so I would have to clean it up. I have a specific memory of her making a butternut squash soup which required her blending the soup and then straining it. She put the submersible blender into the soup and when she turned it on, the soup started splashing everywhere. I was watching her do it and she commented that I was going to have quite a mess to clean up afterwards. I responded that at least it wasn’t in any hard to reach places. At that point, she moved over to the stove top and continued blending. She was being even less careful and intentionally spilling it all down the sides of the stove and into the where the burners are. As if that wasn’t enough, her final act was to take a ladle of the blended soup and pour it down behind the stove as she commented that she was doing it specifically because she wanted the area behind the stove cleaned as well.
Winter was her favorite because I had to clean the ice and snow off her car whenever it was necessary. There were times when I would have to wake up three hours early in order to be able to clean off her car as well as mine and still be able to get to work on time. I know she took satisfaction in knowing I was out in the cold cleaning her car while she was sleeping in a warm bed.
Kind of a gross example, but one that was very memorable, was when she had a stomach bug and was dealing with vomiting and diarrhea. You’d think under those conditions she wouldn’t be thinking about my sexual servitude, but after not making it to the bathroom once and leaving me to clean her vomit off the floor, she realized there was no reason to try to make it to the bathroom in the future. I cleaned both vomit and diarrhea from very inconvenient locations for these few days.
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