Story: Kristina's Holiday Week.

By Kristina Katyn

Author's Note:

 "I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow-up to our other Kristina stories.  Peter242 has written other stories too.  For myself, I have worked as a domestic cleaner in real life for a number of families and busy professional ladies.  We hope you enjoy it."

Kristina smiled to herself as she wheeled Mrs B’s suitcase into the house, knowing she was going to be skivvy for the week for both Heather and Mrs B, and she was happy to do so.  It was slightly strange, given that the rather dominant Heather was twenty-four years' old compared to the submissive Kristina’s thirty-four, and Kristina knew that Mrs B was fifty-something.

Heather had instructed Kristina to take the week off work so she could serve both Mrs B and herself for their holiday week, which Kristina was more than happy to do as she was drawn to the domestic servitude lifestyle and much preferred the prospect of that life to her primary job as a well-paid but stressed corporate lawyer.

Mrs B had been for a while Heather's dad’s girlfriend.  They had met four years ago, and well after Heather had bought her own place, but her dad asked Heather to be friendly to her and even call her "Mum".  Heather was happy to do that and even after the relationship ended Heather and Mrs B remained friends and as Heather had got used to calling Mrs B Mum, she continued to do so.  They liked to go away on holiday together and, like now, often stayed in the other’s home for a holiday break.

Story: Kristina's New Client.

A new submission from Kristina Katyn, the author of  Kristina in Training, Polish Au Pair Takes Control, and Kristina's Secret Cleaning Job. 

Copyright 2021 by Kristina Katyn and Peter242

Kristina is out of practice and the poor quality of her cleaning leads to punishment

Author's note: I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow up to our earlier Kristina stories.  He has written other stories too, all as Peter242.  In real life, I have worked as a cleaner and housekeeper for a number of lovely families and hard-working single professional ladies, ranging from doctors and professors to fashion models and teachers.  I came to love cleaning work and I used to think up fantasies to relieve the tedium and physical effort.  You never know what your own cleaning girl may be thinking about!  My cleaning jobs paid my way through college and though now professionally qualified I still clean in my spare time for my ex and a small number of favourite clients, because I came to know them so well, and they like having me clean for them.  This story is based at least in part (!) on my own experiences.  We hope you enjoy it.
 


As Kristina stepped down from the bus and walked along the street, she was just thrilled that she had managed to get back home to the big city after such a long stay away during COVID lockdown.  She really appreciated the fact that her relatives had let her stay with them on their farm in the countryside because there was lots of open space there and wonderful views compared to the restricted views along an identikit street from her own home in London.  She had had to do quite a bit of helping out for them to justify her stay, of course, when not working remotely from her bedroom, but at least now she could get back to what she saw as her long-term calling, which was domestic service. 

Kristina was wearing her cleaning uniform as she did for all her cleaning jobs, mainly black with bits of white here and there and a hem just below the knee, partly disguised by a blue and white shawl, but anyone who saw her walking along knew what she was, which was a low-class cleaner and housemaid.  Kristina never minded that though, as being identified by passers-by as a domestic enhanced her feeling of being a low-status menial worker, which was the feeling that she most craved.  Kristina longed for the permanent simplicity of servitude as a way to escape the responsibility and stress of her intellectually and politically complex in-house legal position, and constantly dreamed about scrubbing kitchen floors and hanging up laundry in the houses of her betters, and of being reduced in status to the lowliest of the low, a domestic cleaner, a cleaning lady, a maid, a servant, a skivvy.

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. 

Story: Polish Au Pair Takes Control.

This story is written by Kristina Katyn, who co-wrote Kristina’s Secret Cleaning Job with Peter Martin.  I remember reading this story a few years ago and enjoying it, and then suddenly found myself in contact with Kristina herself, and she has assented to my including it here.  It describes how a busy housewife and a lady of the house found herself losing control of her own household.  Kristina loves corresponding on the subject of ladies becoming maids (or an au pair in this case) and many other subjects too.  Her email address is katyn99@hotmail.com.

by Kristina Katyn  (Copyright October 2005.)

(F/F, lesbian, humiliation, domestic, spanking, BDSM, non-consensual?)

Humbly, I knelt down on the kitchen floor and scrubbed at the stains with the stiff-bristled wooden brush.  My knees hurt already, but what I was not prepared for was the intimate tingle inside my most private part as I saw out of the corner of my eye that Aniela, our Polish au pair, was sitting (sitting!), watching me scrub.  Her skirt did not reach past her knees, and between her legs was visible the glistening pink triangle of her panties, not quite obscured by her slim thighs.  The shiny pink triangle seemed to be sending a message, "Surely you can see that if you are down low enough to see my panties, you are submitting to my will."

Perhaps I had been working her too hard again.  If she felt overworked and tired, it was probably reasonable for her to tell me so and take a break.  Brown-haired, pale skinned, attractive in an Eastern European way, Aniela was an efficient au pair if slightly too assertive for an ideal employee.  

I did not like the way she had practically `instructed' me to finish the cleaning because she was too tired, and she had now done this several days this week!  She was too darned cheeky.  But maybe I was too ready to give in.  I always avoided conflict, I always had.  And for some reason I wanted to please her.

"You still need to lose some weight," Aniela observed, staring at my skirt-covered bottom which was sticking in the air as I cleaned.

 "What a nerve," I thought.  But she was right.  And I preferred a fellow girl to say it than my

husband.  I would have to diet more over the next two weeks.  David was due back then and I wanted to be pretty for him.

Story: Kristina's Secret Cleaning Job.

It’s always a pleasure to discover new authors writing in the lady-to-maid genre. This one first appeared on Lush Stories and was recommended to me by a reader. Republishing it with the authors’ permission.

by Peter Martin and Kristina Katyn

Note: I wrote this story together with my friend Kristina Katyn, who had written to tell me how much she enjoyed my writing. She has written other stories too. This story is based partly at least on some of her experiences in real life. Her email address is: katyn99@hotmail.com  We hope you enjoy the story.

Kristina felt her normal sense of foreboding as she walked up the pathway to Heather’s house. It was two o’clock on Saturday afternoon and she knew that although her cleaning and ironing duties should last three hours she was unlikely to leave much before eight o’clock. She wondered whether her bottom would be untouched or stinging when she left Heather's house that evening. That usually depended upon how satisfied Heather was with the quality of her work. Heather did not like imperfections, neither in cleaning duties nor in other things. Kristina had learned on previous occasions that Heather was exceptionally particular.

It was a cool afternoon but, as always, Kristina had to wear only summery clothes and today wore a green vest top that was tight and showed off her perhaps slightly too generous curves, as well as a short A-line white skirt that showed off her bare also slightly overweight thighs. However, it was Heather who told her what to wear and she was the boss and needed to be obeyed. In fact, Kristina happily accepted Heather’s strictures and did not wear a jacket or any other sort of top because that was what Heather preferred, and so she felt chilly as she knocked on the door.