I do them simply because I do them better than Mrs. Mule.

Cleaning bathrooms is rather easy. There is no subtlety to it. It’s not much unlike swabbing a deck on a ship. Everything is washable. I’m still trying to figure out a way to hose it all down when I am finished.

I became a master ironer in the military. No commercial dry cleaner could get my shirts done was well as I can. Mrs. Mule puts my shirts in a dry cleaner to be done. I still, touch them up before I wear them. Ironing also takes a “heavy hand” (along with some finesse).

Another “chore” that requires a heavy hand is vacuuming. I don’t have a problem with putting the vacuum down to the level where the beaters are at the lowest level. I don’t have a problem with picking up the end of the couch with one hand to vacuum under it with the other.

Otherwise, chores are divided by skill level and opportunity. For example, Mrs. Mule does almost all the cooking. Although I am a fairly good cook in my own right, her imagination is better. Also she gets home hours before I do so we eat before midnight. I do the cleanup and yell at her when she gets in my way .

The only chore I do in kinky mode is clean the pool. I’m learning what to do. When we got the pool, I told Mrs. Mule that it was her responsibility to do whatever it takes to keep it maintained. She decides what needs to be done and has either trained me to do it, or gives me specific directions on how to do it.

Of course I do it in the buff, as her naked pool boy. There is something about the pool that says “play” and she does play with me a lot in the pool.

We don’t look at what we do as chores. They are simply things we need to do to keep the household running and we try to have as much fun doing them as we can.

Also, I do chores in my skirts and panties because I enjoy it, not because I’m “made” to. Those men who on the one hand bemoan their marriage’s lot of doing chores in women’s clothing and on the other obviously enjoy it are really enjoying the bemoaning as well, and I sincerely hope they aren’t daft enough not to notice their own desires.

As an aside, it’s nice to see you posting again, Richard. Welcome back to the blogosphere. You were missed.