Having Fun While Cleaning

My wife constantly promises to bind me up, gives it a tentative go, then pulls back claiming she finds it strange and isn’t sure. She doesn’t particularly enjoy my cross-dressing either, though when there are people around, she goes with the flow. Her brother let us know he’s visiting on Saturday. Now everything must be absolutely spotless because he has a new home in Greece (on an island). I was tasked with scrubbing down the bathroom and toilet. The rule is: if you’re going to do it, make sure it’s done properly. So I donned my maid’s attire—a black dress with white cuffs and collar, a lace-trimmed Victorian bib apron in white, plus a matching cap. I wore my favorite silver wig. Unfortunately, I broke some earrings so I’ll need to replace them. On my legs were 70 denier black hold-ups. Shoes had heels about an inch and a half high, paired with French knickers in black. A touch of lipstick completed the look. I’ve been wearing this outfit all morning and even hung out laundry (neighbors on both sides are away). I still have more scrubbing to do upstairs in the bathroom; it might be evening before I stop. My wife hasn’t spotted me yet, so I’m waiting for her reaction when she does notice. I told her just to call out if she needs food or drink. I’ve been practicing my curtsey.