I keep the location of my home base apartment pretty confidential. First, I don’t need stalkers. Second, I’m hardly ever there anyway. This year alone I spent four straight months away without setting foot inside the place. Sometimes I’m home for a couple of weeks, but those stretches seem to get shorter every year.

After the incident with the last sub I trusted around my apartment, I decided I needed someone different. Someone mature, responsible, and absolutely obsessive about cleanliness.

I found him.

He’s forty-five, a lawyer, and a complete clean freak. Before I ever handed him a key, he signed enough confidentiality and non-disclosure agreements that he’d lose far more than his pride if he ever betrayed my privacy. That was important to me. Once those were in place, he became the caretaker of my apartment while I’m traveling.

He’s fantastic.

When I’m away, he checks on the place regularly and keeps everything immaculate. I don’t mean “picked up.” I mean spotless. If I tell him I’m coming home, he makes sure the refrigerator is stocked with food I like, the bed has fresh sheets, and there are flowers waiting for me. After weeks of airports and hotel rooms, walking into an apartment like that feels incredible.

Of course, a good boy deserves a reward.

The first thing I have him do is service me. He’s exceptionally talented with his mouth and knows exactly how I like things. He’s attentive, patient, and clearly enjoys every second of being allowed to please me.

Once I’m satisfied, I remind him where he belongs. I have him put that tongue to use ‘cleaning’ my ass. Now, do not assume that means that I ever have a dirty ass – I’m spotless! But he works extra hard, really works that tongue to make sure my hole is nice and spotless.

Then comes the inspection.

If he’s going to tell me the apartment is perfectly clean, I make him prove just how confident he is in his work. I have him lick surfaces. The kitchen counters. The floor. Even the toilet. He never hesitates. In fact, the more humiliating the command, the harder he gets. It’s fascinating to watch. Every instruction makes him a little more eager, a little more desperate to impress me.

He’s one of those rare submissives who genuinely thrives on service. Not because he’s hoping for something bigger afterward, but because the service itself is what excites him.

Well… mostly.

There’s one thing I’ve never given him. I’ve never let him climax for me. Once he leaves my apartment, whatever he chooses to do is entirely his own business. But while he’s with me, that privilege has never been part of our arrangement. I’ve found I rather enjoy keeping that just out of reach.

Last time I was home, after another perfect visit, he finally asked me.

“Do you think you’ll ever let me?”

Honestly, I’d never really given it much thought before.

So I smiled.

And I told him…

“Maybe someday.”

The look on his face was worth far more than if I’d simply said yes.