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! 

Story: Lady Penrose. Chapter 6.

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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.”

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.

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.

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...