Story: What Annabella Wants Annabella Gets. Chapters 1-3.

by Jackie J

Chapter 1

Of course, it felt strange, she knew it would be, but exquisitely so. Annabella, the precocious and spoiled daughter of the Earl and Countess of Buckshire had pondered this moment for months. Annabella had watched with excitement and a degree of suppressed trepidation as her parent’s horse drawn carriage had made steady progress down the tree lined drive and pull out through the main gates of the grounds. Annabella’s parents heading to Europe for the summer. Mollie and Jenny, the two housemaids of the manor, had gone ahead two days before to prepare the summer retreat, only Miss Jarvis the housekeeper and herself remained at Buckshire manor.
A prepared and nervous Annabella shuffled into the parlour.
The housekeeper of Buckshire manor smiled.
“Well, I see you are dressed appropriately, and that you are ready to proceed with what Miss Annabella wishes for you here at Buckshire manor. You have something for me?”
Annabella’s long held desires were about to be realised and quivering handed Miss Jarvis a key.
“Yes, I have locked Miss Annabella’s rooms. This is the key.”
Miss Jarvis smirked taking the key ready to commence Miss Annabella Montgomery’s life has a maid at Buckshire manor.
Along with a number of conditions insisted on by the Housekeeper of Buckshire manor, for her to indulge Miss Annabella’s fantasy, Miss Annabella would only ever be referred to in the third person a condition surprisingly agreed to by Miss Annabella, thinking it to be a harmless and amusing contrivance. It would surely help in her time being a maid for Miss Jarvis.
“Good, then it will be Miss Jarvis now, Annie. And of course a curtsy when you address me.”
Annabella curtsied to Buckshire manor’s housekeeper, Annabella had practiced her curtsy but this first curtsy, dressed in her crisp new maids uniform, to the hired help, to the woman who had herself curtsied without hesitation in the presence of her parents and herself for as long as she could remember now receiving the same level of deference, made Annabella shiver with unfamiliar servility and anticipation of what was to come.
“Yes, Miss Jarvis.”
Annabella had paid Miss Jarvis well to indulge her fetish and for the next three months Miss Annabella Montgomery was to be Miss Jarvis’s housemaid Annie. Stripped of all the privilege’s she had known since childhood, at nineteen, she was to be and treated as nothing more than a common maid in her parents and her own home.
Miss Jarvis approached her new maid and fussed with the high collar of her plain black dress, mop cap and apron bow.
“A good fit I see girl, I have pinned a list of your daily duties for the week in the scullery, so I suggest you get to work.”

Story: Mika Goes Pubic.

Monica Graz, a great friend of this blog and an inspiration for all lady-to-maid fans out there, has written a new story that she has kindly allowed me to post here.

MIKA GOES PUBLIC

By Monica Graz

PART 1

CHAPTER 1 

First person narrative - Mike Simmonds or Mika 

It was Saturday again! My special cleaning day! The day that I could clean the house dressed in my cleaner’s outfit.  

All my life I have been an occasional but committed cross dresser. I loved my dresses and skirts but above all I loved my humble cleaner’s uniform and I already was dressed in it. Nothing fancy, just a plain housekeeping dress of the type that hotel maids have to wear, a working apron, pantyhose and comfortable shoes. And of course, the appropriate underwear, matching panties and bra and my very realistic breast forms, the only expensive item of my cheap outfit.  

I fixed my thick longish hair into a more feminine manner, I put some lippy on and I was ready. 

I had no illusions of course as I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew that I had an androgynous look and I couldn’t easily pass in public as a female but that didn’t stop me doing it. The inner satisfaction I felt, sexual and not only, was the strongest possible drive, a drive I couldn’t resist though I have tried to stop it on numerous occasions over the years. The urge was far too strong.