Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 9.

by Jackie J

With Pauline’s invite to dinner on her mind, Jacqueline was quite distracted at the charity event she was attending that afternoon.  Jacqueline had already told the organisers that she would not be able to stay for the auction and it was already approaching five and she had been told to have Cathy at Pauline’s for six.

Having left a promissory note for two thousand dollars Jacqueline made her way to the parking lot and nervously awaited the valet to bring her car, repeatedly looking at the Rolex of Catherine’s she now wore.

Speeding her way back home Jacqueline raced up the driveway screeching to a halt and hurrying inside.

If Jacqueline had an anxious afternoon Catherine was a nervous wreck. She would have to venture outside, walk the hundred yards or so from her driveway to the entrance to her neighbour’s home. Not strutting in her heels and designer dress with her head held high and blonde locks flowing in the breeze. No she would be scurrying in heavy low heels, swathed in her bulky shapeless maid’s dress, an apron tied around her waist, her head low, a maid’s cap upon her low-rent brown bob wig.

Elle Mistress-And-Maid Photo Shoot From The 1980s

This one has been sitting on my hard drive for many years. I believe it is from Elle magazine in the early-to-mid 1980s, but I was unable to locate the exact issue so if anyone knows please let me know. I only have five photos from probably bigger the set. The uniforms are quite unusual, but I still think it's worth adding to my collection if only to make it complete.

Story: New Employee. Chapters 26-27.

By BigBird74

26.

Trapped! That was the one word that kept revolving around the inside of my head. Trapped! Despite the new dynamic rocking my world, the manageress’ office had felt like something of a sanctuary, a curious feeling given what had just happened. The last ten minutes had seemed like a blur and, as I stepped gingerly along the corridor towards the staff lifts, I tried to review the events in my head. I listed what I did know: she knew I was Katherine Webb; she knew I had made up the identity I was now inhabiting. But, then, what else could she know for sure? Oddly enough, despite what I had considered my meticulous planning, I had not really thought long about being caught, the consequences of which had just seemed too awful to bear.

As per usual, my overactive imagination seized on several potentially dire outcomes. I could end up in jail, for fraud! I would be ruined in the press! My family might disown me! I would lose my inheritance! Would the manageress blackmail me? My mind flitted from one possibility to the next, driving my anxieties to a level I had not previously experienced. I felt like I might keel over.

Pausing in the corridor to steady myself against the wall, I tried to clear the clutter from my mind. I was trapped yes, but only because of one person. It must be possible to find a way to contain this. In front of me was the staff elevator. I reached out and pressed the button summoning the lift. Again my hands were shaking. I found myself waiting again. That thought “it must be possible to contain this” had opened a dark room inside my head. I peered inside: could I somehow kill her? Dispose of the problem that way? I shuddered and closed my eyes. I knew that most killings are caused through desperation and, for a moment, the thought lingered. Bing! The lift arrived and felt sick as I stepped inside and sent the elevator up to the fifth floor.

Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 8.

by Jackie J

With Cathy dismissed to the kitchen by a smirking Jacqueline, Pauline and Camille did not linger long at the table. Pauline had seen what she wanted to see having witnessed the uncomfortable truth of her neighbour, Catherine Lucas, happy to accept the role of a maid within her own home.

Jacqueline, Pauline and Camille retired to the lounge whilst Cathy cleaned and tided away the debris in the kitchen.

Sat on the comfortable sofa, Pauline pulled a phone from her purse and played back the recording of Catherine Lucas confirming her role as a maid.

“Well, Jackie, that was pretty convincing. Or should I call you Jacqueline now?”

Jacqueline smiled and poured drinks.

Caption: Summer Rental.

Translated by T. H. Enerdly

This is a caption I found years ago on a now defunct French Yahoo Group. I referred to it in the comments section of the recent Olivia Holt posting and thought that at least some readers might like seeing it. It helps to know that in France, everyone with the means takes their vacation in August.

T. H. Enerdly

***

Hermine knows the house, the one in which she serves as a maid, like the back of her hand. After all, it's hers.

During summer vacation season, she lists it with a rental agency, the rental fee including the wages of a live-in maid. With the tacit consent of the rental agency, Hermine plays the role of the maid, thus putting her at the service of the renters. In this way, she could be certain that she was no the longer the mistress of the house but the one who wore the uniform of a maid.

Unexpectedly, her most recent renters asked her if she wanted to leave her “dump” for Paris.

“It's so difficult to find good help!”

Will Hermine’s summertime lark become permanent? Will become the servant of a couple of musicians and their 16-year-old daughter? Will she quit her job as a pharmacist to become a maid? And if she does, what will she say to her coworkers? And what will she say to her maid when the latter returns from her vacation?

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Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 7.

by Jackie J

With Pauline, the next door neighbour, invited to have dinner Cathy busied herself in the kitchen. Catherine Lucas had entertained Pauline many times previously but this evening it would be very different. She would not be joining Pauline at the table, maid Cathy would be serving dinner and waiting on table for her maid, her Mistress and her guest Miss Crabtree.

Whilst Cathy was occupied in the kitchen Jacqueline was at the computer. With access to the Lucas accounts she wasted no time in draining these accounts and swelling her own. Jacqueline had already transferred significant amounts and with the last of the savings bonds now siphoned off and squirreled away Catherine Lucas, although she was oblivious, was truly broke. The cancelling of direct debits and standing orders, in the main to Catherine Lucas’s stylist, salon, tennis and country club and the Spa would bear testament to the lies that Jacqueline had been spreading about Catherine Lucas’s financial situation.

Story: New Employee. Chapters 24-25.

by BigBird74

24.

Waiting can be tortuous at any time, but at a moment like this it was truly agonising. Okay, I had never liked waiting for anything. My privileged status in life meant that I was usually able to buy my way past queues. This, in turn, had bred a sense of exceptionalism into me: I did not wait for anything. So to find myself here waiting like a naughty schoolgirl for the headmistress felt so wrong. What was also wrong was the way that I grew more and more aroused as people passed by and knew I was in trouble. I felt about an inch tall as they passed by and smirked at the underdressed maid.

I was now regretting the order Katherine had put in for these wretched uniforms. They did very little to cover me and I felt exposed, my darkened skin so clearly visible underneath the cut of the dress. Tugging down on the hem provided no relief and only served to pull the dress further down my cleavage. This left just one option: to cower in the corridor like a shrinking violet, slightly bent over to help mitigate my exposure to those passing by. More time ticked by and then I remembered something that shook me to my very core. My phone! Oh god, I had left it in the changing room in amongst my other uniform! Abandoning my wait, I set off back towards the maid room, hurrying along the corridor.

“Where do you think you are going?” I turned to see the manageress glowering at me. “I said wait by my office, which is that way!” She pointed back along the passage to where I had just come from.

“Sorree. I remember I no have phone with me. I want to get it from my room”

The manageress looked impatient and smug in equal measure. She held up a plastic carrier bag.

“I think you will find what you are looking for in here.” I took a few steps towards her and raised my arm to take it from her. In those halting movements, our eyes again met. Mine searching for clues as to what she knew, trying to divine her purpose in all this. Hers a classic lesson in drawing a poker face. She held all the cards at that moment, whether or not she appreciated this.

She released the bag into my hand and I took it. As I did, I saw my arm shake, a tremor of fear and angst rippling throughout my body. She remained totally silent as I peered into the bag and saw my old uniform, but no phone. I rifled through the bag. It had to be here. That phone was my portal back to my old world!

Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 6.

by Jackie J

Whilst ingratiating herself within Catherine’s circle of friends during the week Jacqueline had not been idle in the continuing subjugation of her Mistress.

Unknown to Catherine Jacqueline added a measured amount of caustamonia to the basic foundation she had been using resulting in further irritation aggravating the already tender skin of her face. This, at the suggestion of her duplicitous maid, resulted in the use of no makeup at all.  With Catherine’s hair becoming increasingly brittle, from the permanent damage caused by the ovens, the insidious formula having worked into the follicles of her scalp, Catherine welcomed the gift of a neat black bob wig to cover her balding tuft covered pate.  

Fucked into raptures by Jacqueline’s introduced strap on her sexual and eventual total capitulation to her maid’s will and wishes lay unopposed. Each night she begged for more of her maid’s contrived affections for which she willingly paid the price of her continuing servitude.  The rota of tasks and chores, for keeping the mansion in pristine condition that had been prepared by Catherine herself, which Jackie the maid had so diligently followed, became established under the sole stewardship of the household’s Maid adorned Mistress.

For one particular screaming orgasm Jacqueline was given access to the Lucas bank account for another the combination and keys to the safe.  Jacqueline took every opportunity during the week to chastise and denigrate her maid for her lack of domestic skill constantly chipping away at her already fragile confidence making Catherine nervous and unsure and constantly on edge in her presence. Jacqueline confusingly blowing hot and cold, cold during the daylight hours reinforcing the demarcation of Mistress and maid, hot in the evenings treating her maid like a sex toy, in what was her mistress’s own bed.

It was Friday and there were no social commitments in the diary. Cathy was busy with the laundry when Jacqueline entered the doorway to the utility room.  

Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 5.

(re-posted to remove a few extra paragraphs from the next chapter that somehow got attached to this one. Apologies. Next chapter will come soon.) by Jackie J

With Catherine resigned to her role of a maid it was just after eight when her ladyship entered the dining room resplendent in one of Catherine’s finest outfits tastefully accessorised with Catherine’s jewellery.

“Well, Cathy, what do you think? Will I pass at the charity event?”

Catherine had to accept that Jacqueline would be representing her and would have to look her best and wearing Catherine’s designer clothes she of course did.

“Yes, Miss. Perfect, Miss.”

After being served breakfast by her former Mistress Jacqueline summoned her maid into the dining room.

“Cathy, this event.. Mrs Andrea Glendale, she is running the charity, isn’t she? And the address is 243 Wiltshire, correct?”

Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 4.

by Jackie J

Catherine sobbing, a soaked towel around her head and still dressed in her maid’s regalia, was driven to the medical centre and rushed through to the emergency room.

Jackie whispering in the ear of Catherine that she would try and cover things up and to say nothing

Jackie did all the explaining, they were maids cleaning when the accident happened Cathy was new to the job and made a mistake. Jackie giving her Mistress's name to be Cathy Frobisher, which was of course accepted.

It was just after four when they left the centre Catherine’s face was reddened and puffy with her hair having been trimmed the best they could to remove the caustic damage.

It was a sombre evening Catherine had been told to use only basic cosmetics for six weeks and that her hair would need to grow out in her natural colour, definitely no peroxide.

Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 3.

by Jackie J

Having left her Mistress with her evening beverage Jackie would ordinarily have made her way down the hallway to her room but decided to linger awhile with her ear to her Mistress's door anxious to know if the bait she had left would be taken.

Catherine moved the clothing onto her bed and sat at the vanity to remove her makeup before entering the shower. A short swill before Catherine removed her shower cap and dabbed herself dry staring at the regalia she had placed on the bed.

Catherine giggled and lowering the lights fondled the underwear and was soon dressed in the plain cotton knickers bra and underskirt. Sat on the bed she drew each of the high denier black hold up stockings over her feet and high onto her thighs. Her whole body was tingling when she stepped into the coarse woollen dress, pressed her arms down into the long tight lace cuffed sleeves and tugged the dress around her. She was shaking, her fingers fumbled with the buttons of the bodice, then the apron, her legs becoming weak drawing the tapes around her waist.  Dressed Catherine was aware of the distinct odour from the uniform not a perfume but a clean, plain, unfamiliar scent that served to excite her senses further. Her breath now shallow and her mind swimming Catherine placed each foot in turn into the heavy shoes then stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. Poor Catherine was in a state of distress when she fell back onto the bed her mind full of imaginings. The drawer of the nightstand pulled vigorously open Catherine’s hand clawed for one of her little friends and the buzzing of her toy soon filled the room.

Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 2.

by Jackie J

Jackie, delivering her Mistresses night time beverage, entered her Mistress's bedroom to see her Mistress wearing the soiled maid’s uniform that she had given her earlier.

“Oh my goodness, Miss!”

The two women stared at each other for what seemed an age before Catherine, her face blushed spoke.

“Oh dear, what must you think, Jackie, just having some fun, unlikely I will be wearing it again.”

Jackie smiled laying the tray on the nightstand and moved slowly towards her obviously uncomfortable Mistress, a mischievous grin building across her face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Miss. I was coming to collect the laundry but perhaps I should leave the uniform with you?”

Catherine was already fumbling to remove the apron.

Story: Mrs. Catherine Lucas. Chapter 1.

by Jackie J

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Catherine’s husband had left for an extended business trip. A two month visit to Asia this time and Catherine flopped down on the sofa with a glass of wine. She was bored and frustrated she had not had sex with Michael for months and was wondering what had gone wrong. Jackie, the house maid appeared in the doorway to announce that Pauline from next door was on her way over and asked if her Mistress required anything.

“Ok, Jackie, show her through when she arrives, I don’t need anything but you can change the bed linen I don’t like the scent of Michael on the sheets when he is away.”

Jackie bobbed a curtsy and left her morose Mistress to her thoughts.

Pauline arrived full of smiles and having poured a wine sat on the sofa with Catherine.

“What’s wrong, Catherine? You look down in the dumps?

Catherine looked at her friend and neighbour wistfully

“Oh, Pauline, I don’t know, I seem to have everything and yet so little. This lovely mansion, expensive car, designer clothes, jewellery, holidays whenever I wish, I want for nothing but its Michael he seems so distant we haven’t you know, done it for months.”

Pauline gulped on her wine she had thought for some time things had not been right between her neighbours and suspected the arrival of the new maid Jackie could have a lot to do with that.

Pauline made light of it and giggled

“Don’t be so silly, Catherine. All couples go through periods like this don’t worry yourself, you have your little friend, don’t you? Buzz Buzz?”

The reference to Catherine’s toys made her smile and both women giggled draining their glasses.

An hour or two of small talk and more wine before Pauline was ready to leave. Pauline would be away for two weeks herself and Catherine gave her a long hug before she left knowing she would miss her.

Story: Landlady Takes Over.

A new story from Mana Ray that he's sharing with the readers of this blog. Please follow his Patreon page if you like his stuff.

Landlady Takes Over

by Mana Ray

(F/f, humiliation, foot fetish)

Natalie opened the door for her new landlady. This wouldn't have been so bad, except for the fact that Natalie used to own this house. Now, she had lost all the equity she had built, and the place was sold from beneath her feet. And who was the buyer? Someone Natalie loathed: Charlotte Lamberton.

"Good morning, Nat!"

Charlotte was dressed in her usual sundress and strappy sandals, practically smirking at Natalie as she strolled into the home that was now hers. She had on a pearl necklace, and carried a large Starbucks frappucino. She kicked off her sandals and waltzed into Natalie's living room, placing her bare feet on the coffee table atop one of Natalie's literary zines.

"I brought over the new lease for you to sign. Oh, and I need the deposit – does three thousand work for you?"