Monday, September 10, 2007

Different Realities

The cleaner comes and cleans my room once a month. Changes my sheets, does my clothes, dusts, cleans. The first time sheet put my cock rings together on the mantle piece, I vowed she'd never have to deal with the things she shouldn't have to and I have made sure porn, pot and toys were put away before her arrival, ever since. I wondered what she thought when she held the leather band in her hand?

I've never met the cleaner. She's been cleaning the house all year. So, there is a woman, I have never met, regularly in my bedroom dealing with my most personal things. Funny to think about.

It's always a thrill to come home after she has been, though. Every thing is in it's place, every thing is tidy, shiny, neat and clean. The air even smells rain forest green.


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