Story: The Intoxication of Servitude. Chapters 1-4.

by Jackie J

Chapter 1

Jennifer had been friends with Elizabeth for many years. It was a good relationship which worked well Jennifer being quite dominant and Elizabeth passive if not considered a closet submissive. Jennifer did not bully Elizabeth but did take advantage of her which in truth Elizabeth quite enjoyed.  In her working environment Elizabeth had to present the façade of a strong persona but coveted those in more subordinate roles. Some of those with strong personalities, who worked for her, contriving to exploit what they saw to be her weakness, having their boss do work for them. Something that had not gone unnoticed by one of the directors.

Jennifer’s relationship with Elizabeth was platonic although she had longed for it to be more and had hoped that one day it would be. Jennifer was very protective of her friend and often made a joke of what a good wife Elizabeth would make. Things had changed for Elizabeth recently and now an even bigger change for the two friends was about to take place.

Are you really going to Elizabeth, it is a big step, I hope you know what you are doing? From what you have told me it is all a little vague. 

Story: Lady Helen. Chapter 8.

Maria Donner wrote a follow up chapter to Jackie J's classic Lady Helen. Some of you asked about it in the comments section of Maria's debut L2M story so here it is, approved by Jackie J herself.


Lady Helen - by Jackie J

Except for this chapter - by Maria Donner


Chapter eight


Monique and Patricia never met at the big house. To Ellie she was employed in an official office, and as such not a friend of Patricia. Monique was anxious that the former lady Helen should smell a rat and start trouble. At some time Monique told Patricia that Ellie just might become a problem.

"What do you mean? Ellie seems housebroken now."

"That's what she seems, right. But - she's still potential trouble, a sleeping bomb. Imagine that she gets really sore. What could she do?"

"She can't do anything within the law. You, yourself, made sure of that."

"True. We have her over the barrel. But what if she resorted to something illegal?"

"Oh." Patricia had not considered that. "Do you have a suggestion?"

"Not yet. I have an idea, though. And if it turns out beautifully, I'm sure that you would be pleased."

"What's in it for you?"

Story: Veronica and Aunt Miranda. Chapter 12 and Epilogue.

by Jackie J


Mrs Ryder appeared at the end of the landing and walked slowly towards her two scrubbing maids, heads down backsides in the air and chuckled.

“Good work. Very good work.”

Mrs Ryder pointed at her new maid.

“You girl, come with me.”

Ronnie could hardly believe her Mistress was called a "girl", yet Lady Cornwall quickly got to her feet and meekly followed Mrs Ryder along the hallway towards the chambers. 

Mrs Ryder stood in the doorway of Lady Cornwall’s private rooms whilst Jekaterina entered.

“Change the bed linen and towels and tidy this room. I expect it to be spotless when I return.”

Maid Jane was soon to work stripping the bed sheets and within the hour the room was looking pristine and impressed Mrs Ryder when she returned to inspect the work.

Story: Becoming a Possession

by Jackie J

Chapter One

The door to Jennifer Jenkins's opulent residence opened and a smiling young woman, two cases by her side, stood on the stoop looking up at the elegant lady framed in the doorway.

“Margret Summers. Maggie, the maid vacancy.” 

Jennifer smiled down at the eager youthful figure: she was gorgeous a figure, not dissimilar to her own, and a lovely smile.

“Do come in, Maggie and thank you for agreeing to start at such short notice, I got all your details from the agency I got their details from a flyer pushed through the door.”

Maggie eyed the forty-something lady of the house expensively dressed in a tailored skirt tight on her hips firm breasts cocooned within a pristine white silk blouse, perfect makeup and flowing blonde hair hanging on her shoulders brushed by the wind and entered the secluded residence.

Taken through into the lounge Maggie sat and Jennifer offered a drink which Maggie gratefully accepted. 

“So, what will you want from me, Miss Jenkins?”

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Epilogue.

by Jackie J

Weeks turned into months and whilst there may have been some lingering hope, in the early weeks, there was to be no return to her previous life for Countess Polanski. Her head remained shaven, the belt only removed at essential times of the month and any thoughts of a change from her chosen path had long evaporated leaving little, if any, trace of the smart sophisticated woman she once was.

During the first weeks and months Miss Jennings fed the Countess's fetish, binding her, locking her in her squalid room, having her new young Mistress mocking her and of course the Countess was punished for the merest indiscretion or failure to comply to Miss Jennings's strict regime.

Countess Polanski had known how effective her housekeeper was at subjugation and the breaking of will’s, she couldn’t risk that, could she, but she had. Her worst fears had been realised unannounced, unnoticed and seamlessly. Her mental and physical capitulation and degradation leaving Countess Polanski no different to the other young women who, she had watched with envy, surrender their minds and bodies to her manipulative housekeeper.

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Chapter 11.

by Jackie J

Following her discussion with her housekeeper the Countess was all prepared in her rooms for the arrival of Madeline when the door handle turned but it wasn’t maid Maddie who entered her chambers but Miss Jennings.

Countess Polanski looked shocked stood in her maid’s attire.

“What, what are you doing here I thought you were sending Maddie up to my rooms?”

Miss Jennings smiled looking the Countess up and down.

“Well, well you told me about this but I had to see this for myself.”

Miss Jennings walked to the Countess and lifted the hem of the Countesses dress and the cheap nylon underskirt that both hung loose on her calves and chuckled.

Story: It Was All For Charity, Wasn't It? Chapter 10.

by Jackie J

With Madeline agreeing to stay at Sharston there was an awkward silence before Miss Jennings spoke pointing to the prone Countess on the bed.

“Well girl make yourself useful, tie and gag that I have something for it.”

Madeline looked at the discarded cord by the bed.

“I am not sure I know how Miss.”

Miss Jennings snatched up the thin rope.

“Then watch and learn girl.”

The Countess placed her hands into the small of her back and Madeline watched Miss Jennings skilfully form loops around her wrists, then with a double twist and knots that she worked twice she stood back.

Story: Ms. Paula Johnson, Successful Barrister

by Jackie J

Attractive, polite and diligent Wendy was the perfect maid for Paula Johnson. Paula Johnson single, by choice, in her early thirties and a successful Barrister, which took her away for weeks at a time, Wendy looking after the rambling household in her absence.

Ms Johnson was quite fastidious about her maid and her attire, traditional, old fashioned especially in the modern era. Wendy wore a prim maid’s uniform, black calf length dress, starched apron, seamed stockings, impractical stilettos and a lace trimmed cap her uniform to be worn at all times.

Ms Johnson also insisting on being called Miss, Miss Paula or Ms Johnson with little or no familiarity.

Paula a pretty brunette would be returning in a few days from her latest trip at a claims tribunal for a medical Insurance company, always proud of how many claims she could reject.

Having been engaged by Ms Johnson for some time Wendy had become familiar with her Mistresses routines and, more importantly, her desires and was ready to make some changes within the Johnson household and put her plan into action.

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 6.

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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.

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.”

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...

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?

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 1.

by Jackie J

Lady Penrose thought nothing odd that her husband was away travelling abroad and that her young maid Silvia was away visiting her sick aunt.

Reginald was often away from Ringwood with work and in recent times Silvia had been allowed compassionate leave to look after her aunt, never for such an extended period but Silvia had explained her aunt may not survive much longer and wanted to be with her at the end. It was rare for domestics to be given leave in the nineteen twenties, whatever the circumstances, but Lord Penrose insisted it was the right thing to do.

Ringwood was a palatial and secluded manor situated three miles from the village of Tyne. The seclusion suited the somewhat reclusive lifestyle of the Penroses. The postman, village traders bringing deliveries, and a rare guest of Lord Penrose were the only visitors to Ringwood.

When she had last returned from her family visit, Silvia’s attitude toward her mistress, Lady Penrose, has been bordering on insolence as she criticised the state of the manor. Lord Penrose, more often than not, was siding with Silvia suggesting that just because the maid was away it was no reason for the house to become unkempt.

Story: A Maid for Malangton Hall. Chapters 13-14.

by Jackie J

Chapter 13

Everything prepared for Miss Stephenson’s dinner party the first carriage drew to a halt at the entrance of Malangton Hall.  Out stepped the reverend Jacob Jackaby, the vicar of the parish and his companion for the evening the church organist Miss Rothermere. Reverend Jackaby had never particularly liked Mrs Worthington’s lifestyle believing that a widow should not be so overtly happy and travel unaccompanied but, with a restrained tolerance, had always been grateful of her generous offerings at Sunday services.

In view of his already ingrained prejudice toward the merry widow the reverend needed little convincing by Miss Stephenson of Mrs Worthington’s financial demise when they met earlier in the week. Gratefully accepting the invitation of Miss Nightingale, the new Mistress of Malangton hall, to dinner, he was anxious to see how the vivacious Mrs Worthington was coping in her new position of housemaid. The spinster Miss Rothermere did not just dislike Mrs Worthington she actually despised her for her wealth and good looks and could not wait to see her having been reduced to the lowly status of housemaid.

Rosemary, having changed into a clean pristine uniform answered the door when the large bell rang. Expecting the first arrival to be Miss Stephenson Rosemary stood back a little shocked seeing the village vicar and his organist stood on the threshold?

Story: A Maid for Malangton Hall. Chapters 11-12.

by Jackie J

Chapter 11

It was Wednesday afternoon whilst cleaning and polishing in one of the reception rooms that Rosemary was to be taken deeper into her subjugation by her Mistress.

Already submissive to her Mistress's needs in the bed chamber Rosemary had been warned many times of the consequences a strictly supervised Stephenson’s maid would face should she falter in her tasks. Rosemary was found by Miss Nightingale scrubbing at a large ingrained piece of beeswax, she had inadvertently trodden into one of the rugs.

Miss Nightingale stood in the doorway her expression stern her tone authoritative the wooden spanking paddle in her hand.

“Well Rose what is this mess you have made, I have warned you several times what “encouragement” would be applied to a Stephenson’s maid have I not?”

Rosemary stared at the paddle saying nothing.

Story: A Maid for Malangton Hall. Chapters 9-10.

by Jackie J

Chapter 9

It was just after seven thirty and hearing the large bell at the door Rosemary straightened her lacy cap on her short neat bob, smoothed her apron, shook out the hem of her dress and walked to the main entrance of Malangton Hall. Opening the door Miss Stephenson stood looking radiant.

Rosemary instinctively dropped curtsy.

“Miss.”

Miss Stephenson looked Rosemary up and down and, acknowledging Rosemary with a smile, stepped into the sparkling hallway.

“Mrs Worthington, how nice to meet with you again, or are you now more comfortable with your maid’s name, ROSE?”

Rosemary dropped another curtsy.

“Yes Miss, Rose Miss.”

Story: A Maid for Malangton Hall. Chapters 7-8.

by Jackie J

Chapter 7

It was a concerned Miss Nightingale that disturbed Rosemary from her slumbers.

“Rose, Rose what are you doing still in your bed its past six O’clock you should be dressed and ready for work?”

Rosemary stretched and yawned and took a few moments to gather her thoughts, her first thought being: where was she?

Rosemary stared at Miss Nightingale framed in the doorway of the frugal maid’s quarters looking less that pleased.

Story: Lady Devonshire

by Jackie J

Chapter I

It was a fog-filled evening that was beginning to cloak the empty streets of Mayfair. It was shortly after six in the evening  on the twelfth of November eighteen eighty seven and the hustle and bustle of London was easing to a slow trickle of pedestrians making their way to their apartments. There was nothing significant to catch the eye, nothing at all remarkable about the shawl-clad girl scurrying on her way, a laden basket with a bouquet of flowers hanging like jewels over its edge that swung from her arm. Three years previously this particular nondescript girl would not have been seen out on the streets and walking. Never.

A crest-emblazoned carriage would have heralded her passing and all would have known the carriage contained the valuable cargo of Lady Isabella Devonshire. The daughter of Earl Devonshire and sole heir to the Devonshire fortune, it had been a classic riches to rags story and the only person who could have prevented such a demise was Lady Devonshire herself.  Why she chose the path she did can be traced back to her first chance meeting, or so she thought, with the vivacious Caroline Armstrong-Jones. Caroline, in her late thirties, a sophisticated lady about town had acquired not inconsiderable wealth although few knew from where.

Story: Miss Jacqueline Symonds. Part 2.

By Jackie J

Chapter 7

Catherine Nightingale along with her two partners Rosalind Parsons and Rebecca Stone ran a successful venture capital company based at Westfall Manor, Catherine being the senior partner, holding sixty percent of the stock with Rosalind and Rebecca having twenty percent each. Rosalind and Rebecca reluctantly tolerated the sophisticated and always arrogant Catherine, they had to, she was the majority stockholder and she took every opportunity to remind them both whenever key decisions had to be made.

Catherine knowing the pairs sexual preference, which she shared, often flaunted her desirable body before them, like forbidden fruit, which only served to increase their loathing and also a desire of her. Of course outwardly all was sweetness and light and despite Rebecca and Rosalind doing the majority of the work and Catherine taking the lion’s share of the spoils, the status quo remained and the business thrived.

Months passed and Sally’s relationship with Miss Mendoza softened. Sally was no trouble and carried out her duties like any good house maid would. They were never friend’s, rarely speaking about anything other than work related matters and the ongoing trysts between Sally the Maid and Miss Nightingale the Mistress continued but were never mentioned.

Having been betrayed, by Glen Rodgers, she gave little thought to her previous life at William and Basset. She was Sally Brown now and that was fine. Demarcation within the household remained strict and Sally paid due deference to Madame Nightingale and Miss Mendoza at all times, the only exception being when Madame Nightingale summoned her pretty maid above stairs.