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Cindy's fashion sense had come into play again! I'm sure she had thought how the apron would look with whatever she was wearing, and had dressed accordingly.

She stood very still and silent.

"Into the kitchen," I said as I gave her wonderful bottom a sharp "SMACK," ."and get those dishes done!"

She giggled and said, "Yes, Sir," bending her knees in a cute curtsy before running off to do the dishes. I walked in and watched her, but after awhile I started laughing. She began to giggle, too, but tried to be serious.

"It's just not you, Cindy," I said, laughing. "You just weren't meant to be the domestic type."

She laughed as she finished up her work.

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"Yeah, I know I never was, even as a little girl. I'd dress up my Barbie doll in all the fancy clothes, but I never put her in an apron or anything. But boy, I had the best maid you ever saw once.

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For some reason, she looked about ready to cry as she took off the apron and got ready to leave.

"Thanks for putting up with me, and... my strangeness" she said softly as she kissed me and hugged me tight.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad. At least I can keep house better than most women now," I said softly to her. "Of course I could always keep house better than you!"

I brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. We

looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.

Cindy reached into her purse and pulled out a picture and

a very worn folded paper. She handed me the picture.

I shook my head. Then she handed me the paper. I unfolded it and read:

My Humble Male-Maid, By Cindy

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My humble male-maid, Cissy The mood of mastery as cast. Before my eyes its purple mist.

I said, and thrilled to see how fast.

Submission now sweeps his soul, How sweet he is to me. How absolute is my He is mine so utterly.

control!

The blue of his eyes matched the blue Of the soft, satin lingerie he wore: And the soft curls of his hair matched too, Thus is the clothes of his new life to bore.

From his case of make-up on the wall. His face downcast, his cheeks flushed red, He stood there so helpless, so small! "Femininity becomes you, "I said.

Nightly as he lay down,

Removing the high heels from his feet.

I know, in bed he lowers his satin gown, Exposing the white mounds I seek to tweak.