Author: DejahCD
Tagline: A new kind of household help
What follows are some selections from a new oral history of “maid-bois.” While they are an accepted part of life in Mailay today, when they first started arriving in the late 2020s, their existence a secret known only to a handful of women. Only now have some of the first people involved in this new kind of relationship been willing to discuss those early days and how this unique part of our social fabric come into being.
Part 1: Lin’s story
I had attended college in the US before returning to the city to work in the family restaurant supply business, which I inherited soon after. While I was studying, Jack and I dated for about a year. He was on the school swim team, and his lean, muscular frame and curly brown hair were very attractive to me. He was also a doting boyfriend, and it was quite a wrench to let him go after graduation.
It was especially so, because I had quite a bit of time to think about him when I got back to the city. The main reason was that the dating market in Mailay was quite bad at that time. Many of the men were too shy to talk to women, particularly those who had spent time abroad. There was also a cultural unwillingness for men to date women who made more money than they did. As women increasingly came to control many of the powerful businesses in the city, the problem was only getting worse.
My girlfriends and I didn’t really have many options other than to bitch about the problem over mimosas at brunch–a taste we had all acquired during our time abroad.
“Why aren’t the men here chasing us like they did over there?” was probably the most common question.
I began to explore part of the answer when Jack messaged me, asking if he could crash with me for a couple of days on his way home from a backpacking trip.
I really wasn’t sure how to handle this visit: his message was friendly, but not explicitly romantic, and anyway I wasn’t really anxious to let him know how thin my sex life had been recently. My apartment had a fairly spartan guest bedroom, so I put on some fresh sheets and showed him in when he arrived.
I think seeing me in my rather luxurious accommodations may have awoken a bit of shyness in Jack–we sat on the couch chatting long into the night twice without him trying to make any moves. Finally on the third night, I leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth, trapping his body against the couch with mine.
Once I sent the right signals, he was back, and we had two passionate nights before he had to fly out.
The next year or so, Jack would come in for a week or so every couple of months. I enjoyed his visits, but after he left, the city felt even more empty than usual.
Then one night when he was scheduled to fly out the next day, he asked:
“Lin–I’m sorry…would it be ok if I stayed a couple more days?”
He’d booked this trip to fill a gap while he changed jobs and cities, and somehow the new job and city had fallen through.
“Sure.”
Jack wanted to show that he wasn’t freeloading on me, and started to look after the apartment, cleaning, cooking and so forth. It was nice, and since the only extra expense for me was food, I was in no hurry for him to leave.
One day, as a joke, I bought him a cutesy apron as an acknowledgement of all his work. A bit to my surprise, he started wearing while working. A couple days later, I joked:
“You should do that old sitcom gag and wear only the apron for your chores.”
He did. And I began to wonder what I had started.
I was now getting foot massages when I got home from work every day. I loved riding his cock, but now he would always make sure I was nice and warmed up with a long oral session first.
My next joke was a leopard-print thong, which he adopted without prompting as part of his apron uniform. I decided that apron needed replacing: the new one was a lace-covered waist-only affair that left his chest bare. Since the building’s gym was well-equipped with weights, and he had plenty of free time, his upper body was worth displaying.
I didn’t do a lot of entertaining, but I couldn’t hide that I had a man living with me from my friends. I was getting a bit tired of deflecting all the questions about when they were going to meet him.
In the end, the problem resolved itself one day when I had Ari and Chao over for drinks. I had expected that Jack would be out: instead, he started bringing everyone drinks. He was, of course, dressed, but somehow chose to wear that lacy apron. The girls loved it, and made me very jealous fawning over and touching him.
“He’s so cute–what other outfits do you have for him?”
“Can I borrow him?”
Afterwards, I asked Jack if their reaction embarrassed him. He blushed.
“Well, I didn’t think you’d like me letting them see my real uniform…”
Well…
Ari and Chao asked me about Jack (or Jackie as I’d now taken to calling him) every time I saw them. I decided the best explanation was a demonstration.
I talked it over with Jackie ahead of time, and he was more into the idea than I was.
And so it was that the three of us sat down to dinner cooked and served by Jackie. Considering that he was naked from the waist up and wearing only a thong with an apron in front below, the girls did a remarkable job of not staring. But there were probably more requests for him to pour extra wine and to bring things from the kitchen than were strictly necessary. And I must say I found his blush when Ari asked if he worked out very becoming.
After dinner Ari asked me about how we met. She was the daughter of a major industrialist and had a huge penthouse apartment a few blocks away.
“Thinking of upgrading your household help?” I asked her with a wink.
“Come on–you know it is a fluke that you ended up with a live-in boyfriend/maid. He only did it because you two dated in the past. There’s no way you could get an ordinary man to do that.”
I was hurt.
“And you could?”
“I can get any man I want.”
