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After being laid off from the factory, I remained totally unemployed for about 6 months.  Finally, I got a part-time job working at a local nail salon.  The owner needed someone about 20 hours a week to come in and clean up around the shop.  It was easy work, and it was nice being around all of the ladies who either worked there or came to get their nails done.

My boss, Ms. Parker, was a little bossy.  She made sure that I would clean up the 8 stations, making sure the girls had towels and implement to do their mani-pedis.  She had me scrub the pedicure bowels and inspected my work quite often.  Sometimes, she would make me scrub them again and again until they were perfect.  I just did as I was told because I really needed the job.  Well, one busy Saturday, a few of the girls did not show up for work.

Ms. Parker asked me to help out the manicurists and be sort of an assistant. She even wanted me to put on top coats etc. for the clients.  It turns out that by the end of the day, I was able to almost do an entire manicure or pedicure by myself.

I was a quick study.  Ms. Parker was so impressed that she asked me to let her train me to become a full-time manicurist at the shop.  She said I could become 'one of her girls.'  I never thought about becoming a nail technician, because I was a guy, and doing nails was 'girl's work.'  But the thought of having a full-time job was so appealing that I agreed.

So, I began my training.  Her daughter, LaKeisha, was 19 years old and worked in the shop doing nails.  She became my instructor, showing me how to do a full set of nails, pedicures, and the whole nine yards.  LaKeisha was bossy like her mother, but she was a really good nail tech so my training went well.  LaKeisha started calling me 'Dani' and I became sort of her assistant.

I liked working for/with her.  After about 6 months of training, I got my license.  Now, I had a chance to work full-time and make some real money doing mani-pedis.  LaKeisha had other plans for me.  She wanted me to stay as her assistant rather than building my own clientele.  I would just work for her.  She even insisted that I start dressing like her.  She got me an outfit of white capri pants, a pink leotard-type top, and some wedge-type sandals.

When I told her it was way too feminine, she balked and insisted that I wear the outfit.  She said it made me fit in with the other girls.

Working for LaKeisha was OK, but she continued to boss me around.  I even told Ms. Parker about it, but she said that I had to pay my dues like the other girls.  One day, LaKeisha had her boyfriend, Tyrone, come into the shop.

She made me give him a pedicure.  Then, out of the blue, she told Tyrone that I would stop by his apartment on Monday (my day off) to clean his apartment.  She said that Tyrone was a typical guy, and was terrible at housework.  I would be doing her a great favor by going over there to clean up.  Since I did not have a car, LaKeisha picked me up on Monday and dropped me off at Tyrone's house.

The door would be open, but he would not be home.  She told me to put on an apron and start cleaning.  She would come by later to inspect my work.  She also told me to do his laundry and to iron his jeans and shirts.  LaKeisha did not come by until about 2 in the afternoon.

I was done with most of the work.  However, she told me to stay until Tyrone got home.  Tyrone got home around supper time.  He was thrilled with my efforts as a maid.  He said I was a great fringe benefit of having LaKeisha as a girlfriend.  For some reason, I was proud to serve him.  It felt natural.

On Tuesday, I worked at the shop, doing 8 clients.  LaKeisha said that I would be Tyrone's maid every Monday from now on.  I seemingly had no choice in the matter.  LaKeisha continued to keep me as her assistant, even though I was ready to go out on my own.

She liked having me boss around.  I was still having financial problems.  As an assistant, I did not make very much money.  I could barely pay my rent.  I got a lucky break when LaKeisha decided to move in with Tyrone.

They offered me a room for very low rent.  I just had to continue being the housekeeper.  LaKeisha was messy and hated housework.  It would work out well for everyone.

Working full-time in the salon and then coming home to do housework was tough.  I was working 7 days a week.  Tyrone and LaKeisha were very demanding.  They expected the house to be spotless.  I spent long hours doing laundry and ironing.

Ms. Parker was starting to drop off her laundry for me to do.  She expected me to iron her lingerie, and if there was one wrinkle, I would hear about it at the salon.  The other girls thought I was crazy to let them boss me around, but I had no choice.  I lived with them.  One day, Ms. Parker called me into her office.

She said that from now on, I would no longer be paid for my work.  She and LaKeisha would take care of me, so it was pointless for me to be paid.  In a way she was right. They gave me housing, food, and clothes, so why did I need money?

I was OK with it, but it made me feel very vulnerable.  I was in no position to argue. As we left off,  I found myself becoming more and more feminine and submissive as LaKeisha and her mother, Ms. Parker, began controlling my entire life.

As a 40-year-old unemployed man, I had hopes of one day returning to the workforce in the world of finance, hoping to make a six-figure salary. My college degree and experience would surely carry the day.  But that is no longer possible.

I am now virtually the property of Ms. Parker and her 19-year-old daughter LaKeisha.  They have me working in their nail salon as a manicurist/pedicurist.  In my time off,  I work as their housekeeper and maid.  Instead of a suit and tie, my typical outfit is now a pair of white capris, a slutty pink top, three-inch heels, with a dab of makeup. My hair is dyed blonde (almost white), and cut into a short pixie.  I have a nose ring, and today I am wearing large hoop earrings.

Because my outfit does not have pockets, I usually carry a small clutch purse to the salon.  I am still a guy, despite no longer being called Daniel.  I am OK being called 'Dani' by the other nail techs.  They have sort of adopted me as their sister.  They do not tolerate any male behavior from me.  Just the other day, Ms. Parker noticed that I was reading the sports section of the local paper.  She ripped it out of my hands!  She said that I am only allowed to read women's magazines. Period.

Ms. Parker is a good boss.  But my real boss on a day-to-day basis is Lakeisha, her daughter.  I live with LaKeisha and her boyfriend, Tyrone. I am LaKeisha's assistant at the salon, and at home,  I am her housekeeper.  When I am not at the salon, I am doing housework.  I have a small room just behind the laundry room.  LaKeisha does not allow me to television or radio.

And, since I am not allowed to read newspapers, they sometimes call me a 'bimbo' for being so uninformed about world events.  Tyrone likes that I am focused on housework and serving him and Lakeisha.  He is 24, handsome, with a perfect body from working out.  He used to play football.  He teases me a lot about not knowing current events.  He thought it was funny that I did not know who won last year's Super Bowl. I used to be an avid football fan.

Since I met Ms. Parker and LaKeishe, I guess I have changed a lot.  LaKeisha can be very demanding, even cruel at times.  It is humiliating to be bossed around by a cute, African American, 19-year-old girl.  The other day, some construction guys came into the salon to fix some drywall. Their crew chief assumed I was the boss.  It sort of felt good to be respected.

Well, LaKeisha found out that I was acting like a boss.  She totally embarrassed me in front of the guys, making me get them drinks. She even offered my services for free pedicures.  They declined.  That night, LaKeisha and Tyrone were going out to a club.  She was dressed in a hot black skin-tight dress similar to something Kim Kardashian would wear.  Her makeup was fierce.  She was wearing 6-inch heels.

Before they left, she told me that I would be 'punished' for my behavior at the salon today.  I knew something bad was in store.  Well, the next day, LaKeisha and I left for work (or so I thought) at about 10:00 a.m.  But instead of going to the salon, she took me to her friend Demetra's house.  She told me that Demetra was going to give me my first tattoo.

This would be my punishment.  So, I got my first tattoo a 'tramp stamp' just above my rear.  It is a flower design with the words 'Property of Lakeisha' written in the script.  Oh, well.  I learned my lesson.  That day,  Ms. Parker and LaKeisha decided that I would start spending more time as a maid and less time at the salon.

They even hired another assistant to sort of take my place at the salon.  Her name was Ali, and she had just turned 18.  I was to obey her at all times.  Ali was a little uncomfortable at first, bossing around a 40-year-old man, but she took to it well.  I even had to go to her house and clean her room.  I even did her laundry.  Now, I was spending about 2 days working as Ms. Parker's housekeeper. About 3 days as Lakeisha's and Tyrone's housekeeper.

The rest of the week,  I served Ali either at her house or at the salon.  My bosses kept me totally busy. A typical day for me is very different than when I worked in finance. Instead of a suit and tie,  I now wear outfits that are more fitting to my current position.  Usually, some capris pants, a slinky top, three-inch heels, a little makeup, and maybe some large hoop earrings.

My nails are currently about 3/4 inches with a purple and white French finish.  I don't mind being a little feminine because I fit in with the other girls at the salon and my bosses like me looking this way.  But I really do not have a choice.  It is their decision.  Ms. Parker and her daughter LaKeisha are very strict.  They make sure that I am obedient and submissive at all times.

I am no longer allowed to start conversations.  I must wear an apron when working as a housekeeper.  I cannot read, watch TV, or listen to the radio.  I am not allowed to use a computer or cell phone.  This is how they keep me in line.  I really don't mind, but then again,  I have no say in the matter.  They laugh that I am a bimbo because I don't even know who is the President of the United States.

I think it is Obama, but I would get in trouble for knowing something like that.  A typical day for me is getting up at around 7, and then making LaKeisha and Tyrone breakfast.  My master likes his coffee in bed.  LaKeisha then goes over my schedule for the day.  Sometimes I fill in at the shop, other days I do housework at Ms. Parkers.  Today,  I am going over to Ali's house to clean her room and do her laundry.  Ali is the 18-year-old who took my position at the nail salon.

She is a gorgeous girl blonde and blue-eyed with a killer body.  Most of the people I serve are African American, but Ali has an all-American girl look.  Sort of like in a Polo advertisement.  Ali likes to take me shopping with her at the mall.  I carry her purse, and she treats me like the assistant that I have become.  When we have lunch in the food court, she makes a point of paying because I am not allowed to carry money.

It is so embarrassing to have to ask an 18-year-old girl to buy me lunch.  The counter people giggle that I am such a loser.  All the boys stare at Ali because she is so pretty.  I am proud to be her servant.  It feels natural to serve her.  Last week, Ms.Parker introduced me to her friend, Tamara Brown.  Ms. Brown is the housekeeping director of the local Motel 6.

It seems that Ms. Brown was having trouble finding girls to clean the rooms on weekends. Ms. Parker suggested that I work at the Motel on weekends as a maid.  Ms. Brown would pay Ms. Parker for my time.

It was a great deal for everyone involved except me.  Being a motel maid is no fun.  They make me wear a little dress with flat shoes so I fit in with the other maids.  It feels funny to wear a dress. It makes me feel so vulnerable to the men who are janitors and maintenance workers at the motel.

The rooms are hard to clean and Ms. Brown inspects every detail.  I share my maid cart with another girl, LaTanya.  She is sort of my supervisor.  She is about 25 and has worked at the hotel for 7 years.  LaTanya has taught me a lot about housekeeping. She always tells me to just be a good maid, and that I have no chance of being promoted.  It bothers her that I am a guy, but she treats me like a girl.  She thinks men are too ambitious.

I did her nails the other day and she was very pleased.  LaTanya's boyfriend Aaron came to pick her up on Saturday.  She had already left for the day, but he offered me a ride.  I was a little hesitant at first, but he seemed like a nice guy, about 30, African American with a very muscular body.

As we drove away, it was obvious he was going the wrong way.  When I suggested he turn around, Aaron said it was time to 'pay for the ride.'  Before I knew it, he reached over and forced my head down onto his lap.  I was about to give my first blow job!  Well, after refreshing my lip gloss, I got out of the car and gave Aaron a hot kiss goodnight.

Hopefully,  LaTany will never hear about this incident.  I sometimes wish that I could just go back to the salon and give manis and pedis all day long.  I know that is not possible.  Ms. Parker and her daughter like to have me as their maid/servant.  It is my permanent position in life.  For that I am thankful.

The End.