You enter Xtudr and, among so many profiles, one new one hits you: "Twenty-something couple looking for domestic slave. Only real domestic tasks. Availability for regular assistance" Your heart accelerates. At 40 years old, with experience and shame well compacted in the bottom of your stomach, you know perfectly what you're looking for: to serve, obey, humiliate yourself. Without beating around the bush.

You throw yourself into writing the message, trembling hands, feeling the weight of the years and the anxiety of submission. You don't want to seem desperate, although you know that deep down you are. Your text is formal, direct, and sincere, as it should be:

"Hello. I've seen your ad. Submissive man, 40 years old, educated, serious, and very clean. I have experience in domestic tasks, and I would be very interested in serving you. Total availability, absolute discretion, humble attitude. I would greatly appreciate being able to be useful to you."

The response arrives a few hours later. You notice that the message is well-written but without the slightest hint of sympathy, completely practical:

"Good. We're not looking for perverts or fantasist wankers. We just want an efficient slave who really cleans. There's no sex or theatrical domination crap here. We want the house impeccable: floors, bathroom, kitchen, dust, windows, ironing... If you're not tidy, don't bother."

"Don't think that by serving us you'll receive anything special. At most, if your work is impeccable, you might be allowed to kiss our feet, smell our ass, or maybe — and only maybe — we'll let you watch us fuck. But, believe me, one hour of our daily life would be enough to fuel your wanks for a month."

"Understand: for us, your presence is only justified if the house is cleaner than it would be with a cleaner. If not, you're out."

You respond immediately, totally surrendered even before starting. You feel the humiliation of not being able to ask for anything for yourself, only to beg for the possibility of kneeling before them and earning any small thing.

"I understand and assume it. I don't expect anything in return: cleaning for you would be enough, the reward would be in being useful and seeing you pleased with my work. If you ever consider granting me the privilege of kissing your feet or just watching you together, I would live it as a gift. I insist: I'm clean, detail-oriented, and hardworking. I just ask for an opportunity."

The next response arrives even drier, almost like a summary of conditions before letting you in:

"If that's the case, we can try you out. We were looking for someone to come in for a couple of hours a day to keep everything perfect, but as a test, you can start coming this week twice, three hours each time."

"Our apartment is small, it's easy to clean. It's basic but we want everything as if we were taking photos for a magazine."

"You'll be ...