<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Housework on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/housework/</link><description>Recent content in Housework on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/housework/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Call Me Mistress</title><link>/stories/2019/01/12/call-me-mistress/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/12/call-me-mistress/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="callmemistress4.html"&gt;chapter four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-5-fido"&gt;Chapter 5: Fido&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had asked Richard to build me a dog house, one that was large enough for a very big dog, maybe like a Saint Bernard. When he gave the excuse that we didn’t have a dog, I told him that I was thinking about getting one. I told him I wanted the dog house set on a concrete pad. He built a form for the concrete pad and I watched as the concrete was poured. While the concrete was still soft, I buried a large eye bolt deep into it with just the “eye” sticking out. I had bent the eye bolt before sinking it into the concrete, so there was no way it could come out. It took him the next few evenings and half a weekend building the dog house, until he finally finished it, and what a fine dog house it was!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Saturdays were Maid for Me</title><link>/stories/2018/06/01/saturdays-were-maid-for-me/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/01/saturdays-were-maid-for-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Authors note: Not sure what my deal is, but I have been in maidbot mode for months now. Here is another maidbot story&amp;hellip;nothing fancy or amazing. Just had this idea one day and decided to write it out&amp;hellip;hope you enjoy it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sophi knew this day was coming, having seen the evidence, but it was still hard to believe her marriage of 5 years was over. It just seemed it would last forever. They were so in love, or so she thought, but I guess it was lust not love, based on the type of woman he ran off with. Sitting in the lawyer&amp;rsquo;s office, she signed the last of the paperwork then went home&amp;hellip; to the house she retained in the settlement.
The money from the alimony would keep her sustained, but she wanted to keep working. As a social worker, she enjoyed being around people, and she really needed something to take her mind off what has been transpiring. Her coworkers are supportive, and the people she helps have problems much worse than hers. However, the worst days though are Saturdays: there is nothing to take her mind off her broken life.
After a couple of weeks, on a Saturday morning, she finished her half bagel and light cream cheese and began her weekly cleaning chores. As she was about to start, she had a crazy thought, and since no one was around, she figured, &amp;lsquo;why not?&amp;rsquo;
Going upstairs to the master bedroom closet, she pulled out a drawer of costumes. Her ex-husband loved her to cosplay different things for their time in the bedroom. While she was not excited about it, he was, and as newlyweds, she was eager to please him. Today though, she was out to possibly please herself, in a different way obviously.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid Accidentally</title><link>/stories/2017/10/19/maid-accidentally/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/19/maid-accidentally/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;11:45… hmmm, he is running a little late, she thinks, which is good, since I am having some trouble. Molly had half of the maid latex suit on when she realized she had forgot the “stockings.” Her latex maid suit was the typical looking maid outfit. It had a very short skirt with a corset-like top. Her stockings were “fish net”, but only because the latex suit had criss-crossing lines drawn on it. Her gloves were also colored on, but in reality, it was the same part of her suit as her stockings. She had to tuck her real hair into the hood of the suit, so only her face was visible. She then attaches a bright pink wig in a bob-cut. Her little head band slides into the wig easily. Her shoes are 4 inch heels, but they were not of the stiletto style, so they are “clunky” in comparison. Which is okay by me, she thinks, at least they are more comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid Accidentally</title><link>/stories/2017/10/19/maid-accidentally/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/19/maid-accidentally/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;11:45… hmmm, he is running a little late, she thinks, which is good, since I am having some trouble. Molly had half of the maid latex suit on when she realized she had forgot the “stockings.” Her latex maid suit was the typical looking maid outfit. It had a very short skirt with a corset-like top. Her stockings were “fish net”, but only because the latex suit had criss-crossing lines drawn on it. Her gloves were also colored on, but in reality, it was the same part of her suit as her stockings. She had to tuck her real hair into the hood of the suit, so only her face was visible. She then attaches a bright pink wig in a bob-cut. Her little head band slides into the wig easily. Her shoes are 4 inch heels, but they were not of the stiletto style, so they are “clunky” in comparison. Which is okay by me, she thinks, at least they are more comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lynne</title><link>/stories/2015/03/21/lynne/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/03/21/lynne/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My wife and I used to go out a lot. Weekends were filled with day trips to malls, farmers’ markets and antique shops. While we didn’t spend a lot, it was just enjoyable spending time together going places we’d never been and seeing new sights. That ended about a year ago when my wife was involved in an automobile accident. She injured her back and, at first, it looked like a full recovery was on the way. Unfortunately, the physical therapy stopped working and her condition worsened again leaving her unable to do most normal activities. She now spends a good bit of time in bed and is exhausted after even a few hours of activity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>