Over the last few months I have been thinking about getting a cleaner and just by chance the other day I noticed an advert on the notice board of the local supermarket for a cleaner offering their services in my suburb. I tore off a tag and put it in my pocket. As I emptied my pockets at home I found the number and thought why not. I called the lady, Adele, and inquired about her services. She sounded really switched on and professional and informed me that she charged by the hour and always inspected houses before she took them on. Impressed by her approach I organised a visit and while I was pleasantly surprised by her arriving on time I was even more surprised by her. I guessed she was around 36, athletic, tanned, styled blonde hair and dressed in well filled jeans with a fitted t-shirt. As I introduced myself I noticed her intense eyes and her radiant smile. We walked around the house and she checked each area thoroughly asking what cleaning I wanted where. As we walked I did the male thing and looked at her bum trying to work out if she was wearing a g string or boy cut undies. All my pondering was answered as she bent to brush a spider web out of a corner. Her jeans opened a little and stole a glance, she wasn’t wearing anything under those tight jeans. As we walked down the stairs I ‘accidentally’ brushed my hand against her arse. I was stunned at the bottom of the steps when as I walked past she brushed her hand against my groin. As we walked to the door we agreed and time and price, I complimented her on her handbag, making small talk hoping she wouldn’t leave just yet. She replied that she loved leather, I blushed further and mentioned that I did a bit of leatherwork. “ Perhaps you can make me something one day” was her retort as she turned to leave. We exchanged a few texts and I resolved to make her a set of cuffs and a collar. After what seemed and eternity the day for the house cleaning arrived. I managed to get away from work for lunch and arrived at home. I entered the house, pleased she had found the keys I left out and called out so as not to scare her. I was delighted to find her hard at work. As she finished vacuuming the room she was in she brushed past me in the door way again making contact with my groin. This cemented my plan. I asked her if I could show her something in the garage and led her downstairs. Opening a tool chest I removed the cuffs and collar I had made, stained black leather, silver buckles and rivets with large stainless still rings riveted next to the keeper. As she turned to the door I thought I had ruined it, mis-read the situation and harassed her. I was stunned when she closed the door and turned back to face me. Her hands reached for her hem and she pulled it over her head. She peeled off her jeans revealing a mons with a thin strip of short hair and smooth labia. She held her hands in front of her and I placed a cuff on each wrist. On the roof I have some eyelets with shock cord carabiners for holding tools to the roof. Undoing two of these I clipped one to each hand. I moved behind her and slowly placed the collar around her neck. She arched her back into me and pushed her arse against my erection.. I hope this appeals there is more to follow….