Doesn't anyone in Illinois need a free maid?

I think most women and men would benefit from males doing the housework.

Women would probably be surprised how many men would be turned on by a woman that takes control in the home.

It might be awkward at first if the guy doesn't realize that he’d enjoy serving his partner or if he feels too insecure to openly do activities that are normally seen as part of the female role in our society.

If a woman is interested in having her man become accustom to doing the housework and doing it to her expectations, and if he’s not openly submissive, then I would suggest she casually make him accustom to doing chores, perhaps beginning by simply asking if he would mind doing a particular task for her. “I’m so exhausted, but I was hoping to wash the dishes, they’re really piling up, would you mind doing them for me?” And then over time make it a command.

Of course, if the male is confident enough with himself to openly show his desire to please his mate, then it’s probably best for her to just take the direct approach and command him to do as she pleases.

I think relationships and life in general would work better if women had men doing all the housework.

 Most women probably just do housework because it needs to be done. But if they order or have a man do it, the man will in most cases feel turned on and happy to be doing it for the female. It would seem to be a win-win in my mind. The work will get done, the male will feel satisfied and aroused and the female will be able to spend more time relaxing or accomplishing something else, it works out better for everyone.

 Males should be doing it all... dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing the floors, sweeping, doing laundry, washing dishes, cleaning bathrooms, taking out the trash, washing windows.  (And a good smack on his ass while he’s doing the work, never hurts)

So what does everyone think… is it generally a good idea for males to be assigned the housework? And am I forgetting any important chores?

What about appropriate reprimands for work not meeting expectations?

A hypothetical kinky day…

I start to realize that I’m awake, I begin moving my naked body, I sleep naked so you’ll have easy access to me if you desire to play with me during the night. It’s the weekend and we've slept late, it’s afternoon. I try not to wake you as I get up but you move slightly as I climb from our bed. We’re both off today so I know we’ll be enjoying some extra play time.

 I make my way to the kitchen, hoping to have breakfast ready for you before you wake. I don’t dress, I know that you’ll assign me some cleaning duties during the afternoon and I should wait till you tell me what if anything you’d like me to wear during my chores.

 I put on my apron and begin our meal. As I’m preparing our breakfast, you come out of our room and relax comfortably in the family room. 

 We eat together and discuss what sort of activities we’d enjoy doing latter on, perhaps a movie, visiting some friends, or maybe the zoo.

 As we finish eating, you let me know that after I finish with the dishes, you want me to vacuum the carpeted rooms of our home.

 As I begin my assignment, you put on some music and proceed to get yourself ready for the day. From time to time you come by to check on me and give me a friendly pinch or slap on the ass, I secretly enjoy it, it reinforces the fact that you’re in charge and makes me feel like I’m your bitch to do with as you please.

 After I finish with the vacuuming and you approve of my work, you instruct me to scrub the kitchen floor, you had me do the bathrooms earlier in the week. 

 After working long and hard to insure you’ll be pleased, I call out to you that I’m finished, I see your feet approaching me, I know not to stand, standing at this point would be out of place, during work periods I need to keep my place, once you've assigned an activity that involves me being on my knees, it’s not appropriate for me to stand till you've approved of the job I've done. As you inspect my work, I keep my head down, only viewing your feet. You tell me that I've missed a spot, but you don’t tell me where the spot is.

 I make the mistake of saying that “it looks clean to me” as soon as I said it, I was mentally kicking myself, why did I do that. I didn't say it on purpose, it just came out but I had a good idea what was coming. You reply by telling me “it looks like you have a lot to do here yet, I guess you won’t be joining me in the family room for some time, don’t call me again, I’ll let you know when you’re done and when you may speak again”. You then raise one of your feet to my face and I lovingly kiss it. Once your satisfied that I’ve shown proper respect, you walk off to enjoy another television show, leaving me to continue scrubbing. You don’t have to watch me constantly because I know better than to stop cleaning without your permission, doing so would end with me being punished. And I know you can check on me at any time.

 Not knowing what spot I missed, I proceed to re-clean the entire floor again. I continue to do this repeatedly until a short while passes and you return and express further frustration with me that I still haven’t removed the spot, but this time you bless me by kneeing down and showing me the area I missed and telling me to stop wasting your time and clean it up.  You then leave me to repeatedly clean over the area for a much longer time. I’m truly bored out of my mind but I love and desire you so much that I’d clean it for forever if that was your wish. When you finally return, you tell me that I’m finished and that it took me way too long to remove that last spot. I know that even if I was allowed to speak at this point, I should never question you about the spot, as far as I’m concerned, there was a spot there because you told me there was. And if you mention the spot at any point during the day, all I should do is apologize for taking so long cleaning it up, otherwise you’ll put me back to work on the floor.

 Normally my opinion is important to you but not when I’m doing chores, when doing housework I need to keep my place in mind. Questioning you during housework can result in more work, punishment or you choosing to have me amuse you in some other way, perhaps having me serve as a foot stool for you, having me stand in a corner, or one of a million other ways you creatively play with me.

 Now that I successfully cleaned the floor, you tell me to go to my place and I proceed to my place on the floor near your favorite spot on our sofa. There I wait till you come over and collar me. I still can not speak until you give me permission but I’m very happy now to be allowed to sit at your feet as you hold my leash.

 After a while you instruct me to massage your feet as you relax. I enjoy catering to you and I contently rub and kiss your feet for hours as you take in some of your favorite tv shows.

 Once you’re ready to go out for the day, you give me consent to talk again. We get ready to go out to do some exploring and to see a movie. While we’re out, we explore a new town, pick out a restaurant to eat at and proceed to visit some of our friends, all the while discussing our life, future and at times just being silly.

 During our drive back, you politely let me know that you’ll be giving me some cage time tonight. I didn't do anything to displease you, you just playfully tell me that you think I could use some time in my dog pen, I haven’t been in there for some time and you say it’ll be good for me.

 After returning home, you instruct me to remove my clothes proceed to my cage. I’m not certain but as I lay in my pen, I wonder what you’re doing and when you’ll allow me get out. I imagine since I haven’t displeased you that you’re most likely preparing for our evening together and once you’re ready you’ll release me.

 I can hear you preparing some popcorn, evidently we’ll be watching a movie. But I quickly realize that I won’t be having any popcorn for a while because I now hear you preparing my bowls. Typically my bowls consist of dry cheerios in one and milk in the other. After you've prepared some things in our bedroom you allow me to come out of my pen while indicating to me that I shouldn't speak and that you want me to go to my place. Waiting for me are my two bowls, indeed with milk and cheerios in them. You’ll probably allow me to join you on our sofa for popcorn latter but right now you wish to amuse yourself. As the movie plays, you gleefully watch as I eat from my bowls, I have to finish all of it and I’m not allowed to use my hands or mix the cheerios with the milk, I must eat as a pet would. And spilling them will certainly not go over well with you. You’re very pleased as I stick my face into the milk bowl to slurp it up. As time passes you enjoy me trying to get the last of it from the bowl. I know if I spill the bowl, you may have me do any number of things to teach me to be more careful.

 After I've finished with my bowls, you have me join you on the sofa for some interactive movie time. We relax and make fun of some bad movies.

 Afterwards, you instruct me to do my exercise and when done to clean myself up and join you in our room. You have me run at least one hour a day on our treadmill. I don’t mind, it fact it turns me on and the fact that you’re instructing to do it, helps inspire me.

After I shower, I join you in our bedroom, where I proceed to pamper and cater to you.

 We spend the remainder of the night cuddling, with me kissing you up and down your body.

 (this is just one possible day, of course it would largely depend on what my future mistress/wife enjoys and if I was in a lifelong relationship, I wouldn't expect every day to be filled with kink, there’s a lot more to life than just kink)