Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 10.

by Noëlle Lague
(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

X - Disciplined at the Kim´s 

The next day was going to be filled to the brim with duties for Maddie. She had to wake up at five o´clock and was immediately told by Rosario to get dressed in her cleaning uniform, the pink smock in thick nylon that she had been using cleaning up after the guests. It made the serving uniform seem light and airy. Just like the day before, she was to wear only the smock, without bra and panties. The fact that it was worn without apron, for some reason, gave the outfit an even more restrictive impression. Maddie felt her nipples attacked with every movement, the stiff fabric was merciless. Rosario instructed her to put the large white hairband in her hair to keep the it away from her face. Maddie saw her reflection in a full-length mirror and groaned audibly.

”Yes Maddie, that´s how Miss Heather wanted you to look for your cleaning chores today, that is, for the moment. She wanted me to tell you that you later today have a hairdresser`s appointment. You will be given a more appropriate haircut for the maid you are, the lowest in rank.”

Maddie squirmed feeling tears of anger welling up in her eyes.

”But….Mrs. Dalaga….I….don´t want to cut my…..”, she complained but was cut off by Rosario.

”Enough of your whining.”

She seized Maddie´s arm and held it with a firm hand.

”Ow, you´re hurting me….”

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 9.

by Noëlle Lague

(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

IX - Exposure
 “Good evening. May I…..,” Maddie started, looking up at a tall unknown man.
”You must be Maddie, the new maid?”
Maddie perceived somebody behind the man, she wasn´t sure, but she thought she could see a pair of pink rubber boots.
”Go fetch Mrs. Kim for me, will you?”
”Yes Mr. Bronstein, right away. Please come in.”
As she held the door for Mr. Bronstein the person wearing rain boots became unveiled.
“Mom….wha…..why are you ….”
”Just go fetch Mrs. Kim for me, and hurry up,” Mr. Bronstein snapped her.”
”Yes Mr. Bronstein, I´m sorry.”

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 8.

by Noëlle Lague

(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

VIII - Under Heather´s thumb
What followed was a whirlwind of activity for the two maids. Rosario told Maddie that she was expected to do all of the cleaning, the hard work, the coming day. Rosario sliced cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions. Maddie emptied the dishwasher and quickly learned that even that task was not as simple as it was in her own home. As Maddie removed each item, Rosario instructed her to hand dry it, then hand wash any residual soap film, then hand dry it again.
“This seems an awful lot of work, Mrs. Dalaga”, Maddie complained.
“Have you ever seen a soap spot on any of our glasses when you came to visit as Miss Jennifer’s friend?”
“No, Mrs. Dalaga but….”
”The word but will not come out of your mouth again Maddie”.
”I´m sorry, Mrs. Dalaga”.
Maddie started carefully to dry a glass.
“Do I have to call her Miss Jennifer too, Mrs. Dalaga?”

Friday, August 4, 2017

Glamour Old School: Vogue Brazil May 2013

I must be running out of maid-related fashion editorials by now, but here is another one from Brazil for your enjoyment. It's pretty thin on the maid stuff, but what's there is quite good. Barely hidden racial overtones with a beautiful blonde mistress in glamorous outfits served by plain dark-skinned uniformed maids? Check. Luxury living and exquisite outfits in a hotel environment as poor maids look on? Check. Need I ask for more? 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 7.

by Noëlle Lague
(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)
VII - Maid Maddie

Maddie awoke to her phone’s melodious alarm. 7:30. The first day of summer—I should be sleeping in. Maddie rolled out of bed and stumbled bleary-eyed to the bathroom. After showering and brushing her teeth, Maddie was happy to be able to dress in a pair of cargo shorts, her favorite Dr. Pepper ringer tee, and a pair of comfortable running shoes. 

Her nightmare was maybe over, she thought, before passing the hallway. Maddie was instantly and sadly reminded of her new status as she nervously cast a glimpse at the hangers; her rainwear, that her aunt had told her to neatly put up there, the pink and the blue sets, were on ostentatious display. She frowned, quickly grabbing Jenny’s birthday present and continued out of the house.

The walk to Jenny’s house was a pleasant one. The girls lived only two subdivisions, one mile, apart. It was sunny, but not yet as hot as the day promised to be.
Maddie was greeted at the front door by the barefoot, uniformed Rosario. 

“Oh Maddie, come in,” the maid said in her accented English.”

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 6.

by Noëlle Lague
(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)
VI - The bullying goes on 
Maddie spent her last day before vacation at the Unit. A dreadful day, full of cleaning exercises, but also a day of counting, supervised by Sandra. Both subjects proved to be monotonous and exhausting.  
All the calculation examples seemed familiar to her, but Sandra´s presence for some reason made it difficult to concentrate and Maddie ended up unable to give correct answers to any of them. Sandra kept going backwards in difficulty as Maddie gradually failed to solve the problems. Shortly before recess, a blushing Maddie was made to read aloud; `Mrs. King donated 7 teddy bears to the nursery school. Now the nursery school has a total of 31 teddy bears. How many teddy bears did the nursery school have before the donation?` 
Staring at her squirming pupil, unable to sort out the teddy bear mystery, Sandra finally sent Maddie out for recess, in her rainwear although the sun was shining and no other student at the Unit had to put it on. She was given a plastic bucket and a spade and sent out to discover a surprising novelty for recess activities at the Unit. At Heather´s initiative a sandbox had been installed, right in front of the schoolyard, facing the main building and it was going to be inaugurated by Maddie.  Aurelia directed her, she was to build a sand castle, a task that turned out to be difficult although not impossible; the sandbox had been filled with quite a lot of water, transforming it into a mud puddle. 
As Maddie obediently struggled to dig in the sand, she noticed a group of students in the schoolyard, not too far from her. She couldn´t see who it was until a couple of them slowly made their way toward the Unit. A shiver ran down her spine as she identified them, it was Skye and Graham. Aurelia was standing close to the sandbox as Maddie´s object of love and his new girlfriend approached it.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 5.

by Noëlle Lague

(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

V - Suffering at school
The school year continued as usual for Jenny while Maddie experienced a perpetual hell at the Unit. Friday was always a relief for Maddie, she would finally be able to take off her hideous clothes and get some peace. But this Friday brought outstandingly painful humiliations for poor Maddie before she could find any relief. Sarah had prepared Catherine for the moment when Maddie, in front of her classmates, was to confess her guilt about hiding a sleazy porn magazine in her desk, fully clothed in her recess attire.
Mrs. Lockwood had made Maddie repeat exactly what to say. At the end of the afternoon Maddie waddled over the schoolyard with Heather, who had gotten permission by Catherine to take care of Maddie. The prospect of having to confess something she wasn´t guilty of, was excruciating for Maddie. Heather on the contrary, knowing about Skye´s cruel setup, was delighted.
In her pink bib pants and mitts, blue raincoat, rain boots and sou´wester, Maddie entered an expectantly quiet classroom, greeted by a smiling Sarah.
Maddie glanced at Graham. It was awful, he looked disgusted. Maddie then, fuming with restrained anger, and before presenting her homework, spotted Skye who destroyed her with a triumphant smile.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 4.

by Noëlle Lague

(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

IV - End of Protection
Maddie was, long before she was placed at the Special Unit, having a hard time with her self-confidence, her appearance and attitude certainly giving her no help. She had always been ashamed of her physical characteristics; generous but perky breasts, large hips and protruding lips were all things she hated. She was, despite her young age, verging on what you'd call "full-figured." Maddie had what it usually takes to become a perfect bully victim, but she somehow managed to avoid it, partially with the help of a couple of close friends who protected her. Jenny had been one of them.
However, Maddie couldn´t escape completely, she was occasionally being tackled in the hallways and called names. The worst she thought, was to be called Pudgy. She was happy that Jenny wanted to stay friends with her, especially after having been put into the Special Unit, retaking a year. Her loss of status among her classmates was otherwise clearly sensible. The fact that Maddie was going to change class, her classmates not going to be her classmates next year, was awful enough. But coming to know that she was going to be put in Heather´s class, made her shiver. Heather, Jenny´s younger sister, had always been picking on Maddie when she was at the Kim´s house. The prospect of becoming her classmate was excruciating, she could be so mean. What Maddie didn´t know was that Jenny actually had shared more than one good laugh with Skye and some other classmates when they found out about her placement in the SU.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Story: Shoma and Joba

This little gem was inspired by my post on South Asian ladies and maids. It is not often that full stories appear in the comments section and I am more than happy to share it with you.

by Addison Hughes

The sound of loud banging at the door of Shoma Chowdhry’s affluent Upper East Side apartment prompted her to chastise her home servant for the last time.

“Joba, they are coming for you now. I told you that this is what would happen,” she said, speaking to her in their native tongue.

There was a slight hint of disappointment in her voice as a replacement would not immediately be forthcoming, but what choice did she have? Joba had not only asked to be paid a fair wage, she requested back pay as well. The impudent brat did not know her place, Shoma reckoned. Transporting the indigent girl with her to New York City should have been payment enough. Her new accommodations were better than anything she deserved back home and yet, the live-in maid demanded more.

Joba narrowed her eyes defiantly and spoke in English, “This is the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 3.

by Noëlle Lague

(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

III - Welcome to the Unit

Outside the Unit Sarah told Maddie and Melanie to wait while she would get hold of a staff member. They were to stand along the wall, facing the sun. It was boiling hot. Sarah met the headmistress in her office, Mrs. Catherine Lockwood, a staggering beauty around 30, with all her upper-class manners intact. Her weakness for designer clothing was well known, even the more casual apparel she used working at the Unit, beamed class. Strictness and accuracy, decisive properties in her function, characterized her leadership at the Unit. She exercised her profession with an ease that made her entourage envious and, infant, among the teachers only Sarah could compete with her in verbal brilliance. 

After an utterly painful quarter of an hour, Sarah came back.

Get up here, chop-chop.”

Melanie and Maddie promptly waddled up the few steps to the main entrance and followed Sarah into the building. They were directed into the headmistress office, a large room in the middle of the building. The headmistress was sitting behind her desk.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 2.

by Noëlle Lague

(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

II - Dressing Down
At five to eight o´clock the next morning Melanie and Maddie arrived at Mrs. Bronstein´s office. Entering the waiting room Melanie noticed that he chairs she remembered from the day before now curiously were gone. As they stopped standing in the middle of the room, both quiet, the clock passed eight, approaching five past. A sudden buzz broke the silence and a green light flashed near the handle of the door. With another clicking sound the door automatically opened.
”Come here,” Sarah called out in a shrill voice.
Maddie followed behind Melanie who, with small steps, entered the office. Here too, the small chair from yesterday was now gone, replaced by nothing.
”Come, stand in front of my desk, girls.”
The intimidation made Melanie blush immediately.
”Good morning, Mrs. Bronstein,” Maddie heard her mother say with a weak voice, noticing Melanie´s discrete curtsy.
Maddie imitated her mother with a stupefied expression. 
”Has your mother told you what is going to happen today Maddie?” 
”Er…I…… yes… mum said I will go with you to the Special Unit I think,” Maddie answered. 
”You will be introduced to the staff and the students at the Special Unit, that´s what´s going to happen Maddie, isn´t it?” 

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Story: Maddie Made Maid. Chapter 1.

by Noëlle Lague

(Freely based on "Maid in China" by Barefoot Servant)

I - The drop

“Hey, do you want to go to China with me this summer?”

The question caught Maddie Akers completely off-guard. It really probably shouldn’t have. Her friend Jenny Kim’s parents were from China after all, and Maddie knew they visited every summer. The girls were classmates, Jenny being the queen of their class, along with another girl, Skyler Branham. Both paraded with the best scores on tests, challenging each other in sports. When Skye, as she was called, got the gold medal, you could be sure to see Jenny take possession of the silver, and vice versa. In addition to their intellectual and athletic success they proved to be notorious heartbreakers, and in terms of overall popularity none of them ever lost an occasion to place themselves at the head of the pack.

Maddie was maybe not their absolute opposite in every respect, but still, she was a rather insignificant girl at school, the girls in her class thought she was buttoned up, if, at all, they noticed her. She did excel though, in some sense, those who ever had any contact with Maddie quickly noted her characteristics; docile, servile and helplessly gullible. Maddie´s grades were in the best case moderate, though in most subjects below average, and yet in some moving toward the intolerable, not the least in the eyes of her parents. Maddie´s mother Melanie was a snob, she had insisted on putting Maddie in a private school were most kids came from wealthy families. The Kim family was no exception, Jenny´s father was a successful businessman. The Akers, in glaring contrast, were constrained to spend a huge part of their modest salaries to be able to pay what it cost.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Story: The Dropout

A new story from Mana Ray. Please follow her Patreon page if you like her stuff.

The Dropout

by Mana Ray

(Foot fetish, demotion fetish, F+/f, servitude)

Why did her mom always drop her off right in front of the salon?

"Thank you for the ride, mother," Leah said in an icy tone, still mad about the fact that the woman had grounded her for 'talking back.' 

Leah immediately regretted her choice of words – she knew exactly how much she sounded like a bratty teenager right now. If she could have afforded a rideshare, she would have taken it instead. Or better yet, she could have driven herself if she hadn't gotten that illegal U-turn ticket that resulted in her parents dropping her from their insurance. 

"You're welcome, dear. Try to smile at work today, okay? Don't look like such a sourpuss!" Leah's mother said as the girl shut the car door. 

As Leah approached Mrs. Kim's nail salon, she could only sigh. How could her mom expect her to smile when she was about to spend the entire day massaging woman's' feet and polishing their toes? And to earn barely any money, while wearing a degrading outfit all the while? 

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Ladies and Maids in South Asia

As part of my neverending quest for ladies-and-maids material, I've come across a collection of pictures that, I am sure, fans of Maid in China in particular will find very interesting. It's called "Close Distance" and features joint photos of mistresses from Dhaka, Bangladesh together with their maids. The photographer commented on his work in an interesting interview.  I found these words particularly relevant for this blog:

Housemaids don’t cross class boundaries because house owners won’t welcome it if they do, and this behavior is part of the system of inequalities. Naturally, when I asked them to sit side by side, it was awkward, to say the least. In most cases, the house owner had to ask her domestic maid to sit beside her. The household helps were reserved. Many of them sat only after they had been repeatedly told to do so.

Indeed, you can almost feel this awkwardnes in most of the pictures!

Monday, July 10, 2017

Story: Russian Art

Dear all, I am sorry for the long absense, I'll try to make it up to you in coming weeks and months with new content. Please also remember that I am really dependant on you for ideas and suggestions so if you've come across interesting stories or links, please do not hesitate to drop me a line or comment here. 

Today I wanted to share with you a short story that, to some degree, influenced my interest in lady-to-maid and downgrade fiction. Apologies to early readers of my newsletter as I’ve already shared it with them, but I think it’s worth posting it to the blog as well. It’s a bit different and some of you might say “huh?” after you read it, but, I think you will notice some themes there that I’ve used in Her Most Remarkable Performance. The story is by Arkady Averchenko, a Russian turn-of-the-century playwright and satirist, whose skyrocketing career was cut short by the 1917 Bolshevik Revolution, which forced him to flee the country. I don’t believe his work has ever been translated into English (at least not this story) so the translation of this short piece from 1922 is by yours truly. Huge thanks go to Robyn Hoode, who did an excellent job editing.

Russian Art takes place in Constantinople, which in the early 1920s was a major destination for Russian refugees (Averchenko himself being one of them) following the final defeat of the Whites in late 1920. The city was overrun with former aristocrats, military officers, government officials, politicians, journalists, and other unlucky souls that bet on the wrong horse during the Civil War. Needless to say, the vast majority of these people were struggling financially and often had to do the jobs that were well beneath them - as doormen, cleaners, shop attendants, guards, maids, cabmen etc. Some of you might be familiar with Anatole Litvak’s famous 1937 comedy Tovarich about two Russian aristocrats working as a maid and a butler under false identities in France (see photo). So, at least some Edwardian beauties had to go through a scary real-life lady-to-maid scenario.

Russian Art

"Is it really, you?" 

"It really is" 

“I can hardly believe my own eyes.” 

“It would be a crime not to believe eyes as beautiful as yours.” 

One has to be a man of highest society and utmost elegance to pay compliments like this during an afternoon in Pera, as hundreds of people are rushing past, constantly bumping into your sides and back. ... and this is what I am indeed. 

The owner of the beautiful eyes, a renowned dramatic actress from Saint Petersburg, was standing before me, her lively, sly, expressive face changing constantly from surprise to pleasure to delight to confusion and back again as I watched. 

“Listen, The Simple-Minded. I really would like to see you. You are like my good old and dear Saint Petersburg come back to me. Come for a cup of tea.”

Friday, June 23, 2017

The Diamond Heiress: Playboy May 2013

A magazine spread featuring Tamara Ecclestone and her adoring maids. Another one from a few years back for my lady-and-maid collection! 

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 6.

by Jackie J
With Bella’s sex hidden and encased within the insidious contraption, the initial panic that raced through every sinew of her being began to subside seeking rational thought. A knife, a knife from the kitchen she could cut through the straps. Of course this would not be possible given the tempered steel that was sheathed by the outer leather, but Bella could not have known that, although she would find out later when she tried.
Walking to the door, to creep to the kitchen, Bella reached for the handle and her eyes went wide.
The handle had gone, removed, and with her hands pawing in disbelieve Bella tnoticed a new item of furniture on the door, a shiny new key hole for a mortice lock.
Naked but for the adornment of the chastity belt Bella caught her reflection in the mirror and stood staring. What had she done? What had she allowed to be done?

Monday, June 19, 2017

Story: Daphne and the White Apron. Part 4.

by Monica Graz

It was 8.45 in the morning and Lita was walking fast down the street. Dressed in one of her uniforms dresses, the mint green one, her sensible working shoes and a cardigan to protect her from the morning chill she was heading for her first outside work as a maid and cleaner. Her heart was beating fast as she tried to avoid the looks of the morning walkers, though no one seemed to pay any attention to her, another domestic worker clearly running an errand for her employers in that rich part of Mayfair.  

She was carrying a small canvas shoulder bag with some basic cosmetics a couple of aprons and Daphne’s mobile phone and credit card for emergency reasons. She was slightly amused and excited as she looked at the hem of her work dress where a few spots of discoloration were very obvious, clearly the results of chlorine and a big tell tale for her activities. She also couldn’t’ fail to notice the state of her hands which already lost their softness and looked rather red and rough, the hands of a domestic. Miss Magda was very pleased when she noticed that in the morning before her departure from the Arnellos residence.

“You are safe Lita, nobody could detect anything else but a domestic worker on you at the moment. It is not only your uniform and hands but also the lack of any frivolous accoutrements, a totally utilitarian look.” She said chuckling happily.

Lita wasn’t certain if she should be pleased or worried with that comment so she simply said, “Thank you Miss Magda, that makes me less worried for my first day in a new working environment. I certainly am interested in keeping a low profile.”

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 5.

by Jackie J
When Bella entered the dining room carrying the tray with tea toast and eggs and started to present the breakfast Claudia frowned and stood.
“Oh, dear, this won’t do at all, Bella! No curtsy this morning for your Mistress?”
Bella blushed slightly and dropped a curtsy.
“Sorry, Mistress.”
When Bella curtsied and spread her skirts Claudia caught a whiff of the pungent odour of the carbolic soap - a stark contrast to the expensive perfume she was wearing, taken from Lady Penrose’s vanity. Claudia inwardly smiled seeing Lady Penrose bereft of makeup and carrying the scent of service.
“That’s better, Bella; if Bella is to see Percy again she will have to be a good maid, won’t she?”
Bella blushed bright red but also aroused, reminded of how the skilful use of that dong by Claudia, her Mistress, made her squeal and beg for more. She lowered her gaze.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Comme Deauville: "Rags to Riches" Fashion Editoral in Jalouse October 2010

The point of this "modern day Cinderella" editorial (other that getting model Ashley Smith into a maid's uniform) escapes me, but here it is anyway. As you know, I just can't get enough of lady-and-maid fashion editorials.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 4.

by Jackie J
Claudia purred and squirmed with satisfaction before slithering away from the eager tongue of her maid.
Standing in the bath tub Claudia smiled down on the wanton expression blooming across Lady Penrose’s face.
“Don’t worry, Bella. Your mistress has something for you. Come dry me and I will find you a suitable reward.”
Towelled dry by her maid and into the luxurious silk kimono of Lady Penrose, Claudia chuckled sensing the repressed urges welling up within her maid.
Claudia strode from the bathroom to Lady Penrose’s bedchamber and opened the door beckoning Lady Penrose inside.
“Well this is very nice, Bella, very nice. Now go down to the dining room and bring up the vanity case I brought with me.”

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 3.

by Jackie J
Flushed and still panting Lady Penrose set about carving the roast her mind trying in vain to reconcile what had just taken place, what had she done and why.
By the time she was ready to serve the dishes from the kitchen she had settled somewhat, but her self-inflicted humiliation was a feeling she could not shake from her consciousness. What was she doing dressed in her maid's clothing serving dinner to Claudia. She wasn’t a maid, she couldn’t be the maid in her own home, could she?
Claudia’s scent was still about her, making her feel weak and humble. What she had done to Claudia, what she had done to herself on the kitchen floor, her thoughts in the bathtub, Claudia’s assertion that she would be spending more time between her thighs...
Lady Penrose should have stridden up to the dining room, slapped down the food and told Claudia to leave and never return. To deny that anything had ever taken place between them, laundry Silvia’s uniform and underwear, place it back in the closet and drawers as if untouched...

Friday, June 9, 2017

Thalia Becomes a Hotel Maid

Mexican superstar Thalia is playing dress up as a hotel maid in a "reality" TV series called Asi Es Come Lo Hacemos (This is How we do it). It's in Spanish, but easy to understand. Definetely worth 5 minutes of your time. 

The uniform is exquisite and in contrast to the one worn by the real maid there. The whole set up does look like a plot of one of the lady-to-maid stories - a bored singer/model/actress wants a simpler life with predictable results... I actually found the real maid helping her interesting. The contrast between her and Thalia is incredible, she looks old enough to be her (destitute) mother even though they could be about the same age (Thalia, being a pampered lady, easily looks 15 years younger than her real age here). Anyway, here it is:

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Story: Who's the Maid Now - Part 2.

(Republished with author's permission. Read the first part here. The caption
that inspired the original is here). 

by Belladonna

The doors of the service elevator opened to the floor of the new home
of Victoria's mistress.  Victoria stepped out onto the marble flooring
and gave its shine a smile as her chunky, low-heeled shoes clapped
across it.  It was in stark contrast to the clicks on the marble
flooring that she had been accustomed to hearing when she accompanied
her mother around similar buildings.  The movers quickly passed by her
to enter the service elevator themselves, paying her presence little

Victoria smiled at her anonymous state.  Rather than being the one they
were there to please, the movers simply ignored her as just another
servant of their client.

She walked through the open door to Julia's condominium.  Her eyes
widened at the well-adorned modern condominium that it was in stark
contrast to the stately country estate where she had spent most of her

"There you are," Julia bellowed while she saw Victoria staring around
the large room.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 2.

By Jackie J

Lady Penrose gathered her thoughts following the visit of Claudia and resigned that no way would she be the maid to “Mistress Claudia”. No way.

Making her way back to Silvia’s room she aggressively stripped from the maid’s uniform she had stupidly worn, tossed the garments onto the small bunk and headed up to the bathroom to soak away the grime of the day’s toil.

Cursing under her breath, still angry at allowing that bitch Claudia to see her like she was and then letting that cow talk to her like she had. How dare she suggest she should become a maid and her - a Mistress? Lady Penrose stepped gingerly into the steaming foam of her prepared bath and, after pouring in scented oils, lowered herself into the bubbles and laid back.

Stroking the sponge over her naked form Lady Penrose let her anger dissipate in the warmth of the soothing suds and chuckled to herself. A maid, me a maid and Claudia my Mistress. As if that would happen, like I would agree to that, what was Claudia thinking, what was I thinking?

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Story: sub-servient

(Tetora has kindly alerted me to her new novella that just came out so I am more than happy to share it with everyone here. She's quickly becoming one of my favourite transformation authors (or, rather, has become already)).

by Tetora

Chapter 1

“I think you should see other people.”

I came very close to speaking the phrase men dread will someday come out of the mouth of their beloved. If my fiancé wasn’t listening carefully, he might have thought I wanted to break up. That was not accurate. My desire was to take our relationship in a different direction, one where the love of my life exchanged vows with another woman and relegated me to the role of his maid and occasional mistress.

We met in my home country three years ago. Seth was a handsome Westerner living abroad that was hired by my father to temporarily represent his company. There was a certain prestige in having a foreign business partner that was white. It impressed naive people, myself included. He was essentially an actor for hire and had no real position, however. All he had to do was to look the part of an important person in a couple meetings, tell a few lies in a speech or two and that was it. Typically, these kind of gigs lasted no more than a week.

When his contract ended, I made transparent excuses as to why his continued presence was absolutely necessary. My father acquiesced accordingly and put Seth on the payroll as an actual employee. His unofficial job description was to be my boyfriend. We were in love.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Casa de Mujeres: Two Mistresses and One Maid.

This is a very unusual, award-winning photoshoot done by artist Rachelle Mozman in 2011. It's called Casa de Mujeres (House of Women) and tells a story of three Latin American women  - twin sisters and their maid - all played by the same woman (the artist's own mother). I think it's spooky at times, but it has to be one of the best lady-and-maid shoots I've seen so far. You don't even need to suspend you disbelief that much to imagine a lady-to-maid story behind it!

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Story: A Betrayal Has Been Maid.

By Brandon H

Janet Myers had been missing for over a month when her cell phone was delivered to the mailbox of her co-worker Jenny Betancour. There was no return address.

The phone contained a chat history between Janet and her childhood friend, Abby Devereaux. The conversation happened about 24 hours prior to Janet’s disappearance.


Janet: Abby? You there?

Abby: Janet? Where are you?

Janet: Abby, please help me!

Abby: What the hell is going on Janet?

Abby: Janet?

Janet: I made a huge mistake.

Abby: What the hell are you talking about?

Janet: It’s embarrassing.

Abby: Out with it Janet.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

More Lady And Maid Fashion Shoots: Forbidden Fruit

Another fashion shoot I've stumbled upon in my neverending quest for ladies-and-maids pictures. It's called "Forbidden Fruit"  and it is meant both literally and figuratively. Very nicely done!

Friday, May 26, 2017

Story: Daphne And The White Apron. Part 3.

by Monica Graz

They were sitting around the kitchen table having their midmorning coffee, Lita dressed in her morning uniform having a break from her endless and mundane house chores and Magda dressed elegantly, ready to go out for another visit to a gallery or a museum.  
Magda had a sip of her coffee and scrutinised Lita with her eyes, “You look quite relaxed now Lita, you wear your uniform as if you belong to it, I never expected that you would be such a natural as a domestic.”
Lita, blushed but smiled mischievously and said, “Thank you, Miss Magda. You are right, I feel quite natural in that role as if I was doing it all my life, I don’t know what it is, I probably was a servant in my previous life.”
This time Magda chuckled and added, “I think you are probably correct, some of my Buddhist friends here in London would fully endorse that since they firmly believe in reincarnation.”