Story: A Betrayal Most Wicked. Chapter 5.

by Jackie J

Eighteen months had passed, two years since Jennifer Robertson’s release from Stag moor and a further visit to Brookdale, by members of the Parole board, had been arranged. Jenny, made aware of the impending visit, clung to some forlorn hope of emancipation, a release from her nightmare. Jane her once friend now her Mistress had reinforced on many occasions that she must be her maid to fulfil the conditions of her parole. This arrangement could not go on for ever, it just couldn’t she was losing her mind becoming ever more accepting of her insidious subjugation. This time, this visit she will try her hardest, like she had on previous visits, she must convince them beyond doubt she is nothing but a maid at Brookdale and happy to be in the service of her friend, her mistress.  Surely when they know this, she would be released from the conditions of her parole, like her mistress had told her they would.

A curtsying maid welcomed the members of the parole board into the Williams household. With Jenny in the kitchen preparing refreshments for her Mistress and guests Jane sat with the panel discussing the parolee. The leader of the group, who had been to Brooklands previously, reviewed the end of Jennifer Robertson’s Parole eager to conclude her business. Her previous visits on the six month scheduled checks had raised, no concerns, this to her was merely a form filling exercise and nothing more.  The other two members had not visited The Williams previously and were both curious to know how a once senior executive could have become and still remained such a willing maid especially in the home of her long time friend. Having witnessed the servile persona of the maid when they entered Brookland’s they were even more curious.

Story: A Betrayal Most Wicked. Chapter 4.

by Jackie J

There was little truth in what Jane had told her long-time rival. The understaffed Parole board in truth cared little for the welfare or future of ex-inmates beyond the mandatory six months, usually spent in a halfway house facility. There were no draconian conditions. Given a sponsor was found and all the forms were filled in correctly the Parole board were happy just to have an address. Jennifer couldn’t work in the financial sector that was true but being a maid? That wasn’t even mentioned on any of the paperwork that was eventually signed off. It was understood Jennifer would be merely staying as a guest at her friend’s house. Jennifer being a housemaid was only mentioned once in passing to the manager at the hostel when Jane visited. 

There would be six-monthly visits to check on the Parolee for a couple of years until they could be signed of as no risk but that was all. All curfew and conditions rarely applied beyond the initial six months period especially with white collar criminals. The non- disclosure agreement, the gagging order that was raised by Microck MD? The company had folded years ago, and any such agreements meant little and were no longer valid.  Jennifer did not know this and trusted what her friend had told her and, held in the seclusion of Brooklands, she was unlikely to ever know any different. 

Story: A Betrayal Most Wicked. Chapter 3.

by Jackie J

Unannounced, Miss Albright walked into Jenny’s quarters and smiled at her nervous looking maid dressed in her uniform.

“A good fit I see, Mistresses measurements were correct, let me see you curtsy then.”

Jennifer looked at Miss Albright with a degree of incredulity and confused disbelief.

“What? Curtsy why?”

Miss Albrights eyes tightened, and her lip curled restrained anger in her tone.

“Because you are a fucking maid and maids curtsy to their betters so show me girl.”

Jennifer shivered at Miss Albrights short tirade and sank into a shallow curtsy.

Miss Albrights tone softened.

“Good, that’s right, now when you are spoken to by me or a member of the Williams family you will take care to curtsy just like that, an acknowledgment of them and that you have understood what you have been told to do. Yes Miss, Yes Sir or Yes Madame will be your mantra from now on, do you understand girl?” 

  

Was Jennifer mocking Miss Albrights instruction or most likely just fearful of this amazon of a woman and dropped another curtsy.

“Yes Miss.”

Story: A Betrayal Most Wicked. Chapters 1-2.

by Jackie J

Chapter 1

Friends. Well yes, they were, whist coming from diametrically opposed families. Jennifer from an affluent family living on the outskirts of Ramada. Jane entrenched in her working class roots, her home, a squalid apartment in the downtown project. What probably cemented and maintained the bond between them was the kind and generous nature of Jennifer. Jennifer never judged Jane in any way. Jane on the other hand was outwardly sweet as pie but had a deep and troublesome engrained jealousy of her friend Jennifer, unfounded really, just based on the privilege Jennifer had been born into. 

Through their school and college days Jane struggled to keep up with Jennifer, wanting to do something, anything to proof her worth. Unfortunately this rarely happened. Jennifer was blonde and pretty. She could eat anything she wanted and never gained a pound and excelled in all academic subjects and sports. Jane was dark haired and suffered through adolescence with acne: it was always Jennifer that the boys congregated around.  As hard as she tried, she was always just one step behind her friend Jennifer both academically and in sports. Jennifer, with such a sweet and kindly nature, never gloated or belittled her friend. Quite the opposite, she always encouraged her friend Jane, making little of her own successes.

When graduation from college came, Jane, who had excelled in two particular subjects, mathematics and economics, received the year prize for her efforts little knowing that Jennifer had forgone the accolade for her friend knowing how much it would mean to her. Jennifer received other awards and was so pleased seeing her friend joining her on the podium to receive her scroll. 

With both young ladies beginning their careers Jane never returned to her humble beginnings were as Jennifer could not wait to return to her loving family. Like many friends after college, Jennifer and Jane kept in touch initially but within two years it was only birthdays when they communicated.

More captions!

Why-so-shnerious from DeviantArt has sent a few more interesting lady-to-maid captions that I am happy to share with you. Two are actually short stories!  Reposting this with the creator's permission. 

Story: Kristina in Training

(c) Copyright: Kristina Katyn and Peter242

February 2020 

Apron, BDSM, caning, cleaner, contract, domination, femdom, ff, humiliation, lawyer, lesbian, maid, servitude, shame, spanking, submission, surrender.

Author’s Note: I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow up to our earlier Kristina story.  I have worked both as a nanny and a cleaner in real life for a number of families and ladies.  This story is based at least in part on my own experiences.  We hope you enjoy it. 

Kristina was gently sobbing as she faced the kitchen wall with her hands on her head, her white cotton panties pulled down to around her ankles (the gusset looking slightly damp) and her dress hem tucked up into her belt so that her bottom, with the twelve red welts striped evenly and horizontally across it, was on show to anyone who cared to look.  Melissa and Chiara were chatting happily at the kitchen table, drinking the coffee that Kristina had made for them after her caning and before having to stand obediently to attention and press her nose against the wall.  They were ignoring her, which Kristina had to admit turned her on, because it showed how she was truly becoming theIr lowly maid and was that insignificant in the eyes of her “mistresses”.  As Kristina stood there with the wall an inch from her eyes, she rembered back to how she had ended up like this. 

Kristina was working hard towards her deeply-desired new life of ultimately becoming a full-time domestic maid.  She wasn’t yet, indeed she still had a full-time job, but she was on her way to one day leaving the society she currently moved in, proud of her respected public position as a professionally-qualified and senior lawyer, to replace it with her single-minded ambition to live out the rest of her life as a lower-class maid, a cleaning lady, a domestic. 

Some wonderful L2M captions!

It's been a long time since I've posted captions here. So how about I make it up to you with a whole batch from a DeviantArt page of this blog's fan why-so-shnerious. Reposting this with the creator's permission. You'll notice of course that many of the captions are either directly based on or inspired by stories published here. Excellent job and I can't wait to see more of those.