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.

Story: A Lady?

L.E. shared the beginning of a very promising lady-to-maid story with an enticing and original premise. I am hoping there'll be more to it, love where it's headed!

A Lady?

by L.E.


Sir Ambrose Ruddenmore mounted the steps of Ackleigh House with some trepidation. A past president of the Royal College of Surgeons, he had had plenty of experience explaining matters of medical delicacy, but today was going to be quite unusual.

At the front door of the imposing London mansion, the butler greeted Sir Ambrose and efficiently led him to the salon where the Earl and Countess of Ackleigh awaited him. They were a handsome pair, both blue-eyed with blonde hair barely flecked with grey, narrow noses, slender hands. All four eyes were trained on him.

"Out with it, Sir Ambrose", the Earl said earnestly. "We can't be left on tenterhooks, your office said you had to call on us with news. Have you found a liver donor for Caroline?"

Lady Caroline Grandwood was to the extent they could make her so, the pride and joy of the Earl and Countess, for she was their only child; but she was also the bane of their existence. Most of the prestigious girls' schools in Britain had either expelled her or declined to admit her given her reputation, and she had lasted barely half a term at university before attempts to educate her had at last been abandoned.

Her preferred vocation, her primary talent, was voracious consumption of the most expensive top-shelf tipples, which was why she now needed a liver transplant.

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.