Story: The Borrowed Gown

by Eryka Lynn

Colleen and Kevin had been friends since they were four years old. Colleen always wanted what was best for Kevin. She also always hoped that Kevin would someday look at her as more than just a friend; she wanted to be his girl. She also was very rich – her parents had left her with a small fortune.

Colleen had a very large condominium overlooking a lake, a beautiful car,
expensive clothes and jewelry – everything except her man. The condominium was
large enough that she even had a room for a part-time live-in maid named
Chantel. Chantel was a pretty African American girl who was very friendly and
had a personality very much like Colleen's. She came from the Deep South and
never even graduated from grade school. She could barely write and her English
was extremely bad. She came from a very poor family, which limited both her
wardrobe and her social activities. But she had plans to change that soon – and
Colleen and Kevin’s lives would never be the same.

Eyes Wide Shut: Vogue Korea August 2011

You can always count on Asian fashion magazines when it comes to stylish maid photos. While not as  tantalizing as Vogue Japan's Maid for Diamonds, this Korean offering is nothing short of exceptional.

Ellen Von Unwerth's Revenge

I came across this 2003 book by erotic and fashion photographer Ellen Von Unwerth thanks to a tip from The Nerdly. Here is the preface:

Although Mme. Vidor survived the cable-car crash that devastated the family dynasty, her husband, his ex, her brother and his wife did not. As a consequence of ther own trio of Françoise, Charlotte, and Isabelle, her household now includes Emily, Marie-Louise, and Ivy from her husband's previous marriage, and her brother's two daughters, Mimi and Sarah.

Weakened by shock, Mme. Vidor finds herself unable to exercise the parental discipline now lacking in the girls' lives. She reluctantly lets the care of her unruly charges slip into the hands of her stepsister, the Baroness, a woman the girls hardly know and about whom diabolical rumours abound.

The Baroness, for her part, is eager to take charge of the girls. Her long-held dislike of her stepsister sharpens her desire to discipline and control the new arrivals. Indeed, she would hardly have agreed to the arrangement had she not had an appalling ulterior motive. Her late husband's debts, guaranteed against the estate, have meant severe cuts in staff, and she feels sure her stepsister could not object to the girls--how shall it be put--'earning their keep.'

The girls' vivid recollections of their aunt's splendid masqued balls--though they had been too young to attend them--influence their packing. Casting off woollens and sensible shoes they fill their trunks to overflowing with taffeta gowns, stiletto heels, garter belts, stockings and lace....

This BDSM story is told through a series of black and white photographs and features several maids. It's not really a lady-to-maid story per se, but it comes pretty close. Here are some photos, you can find the rest here:

 

 

Story: Becoming Her Maid

by Jackpot

Where do I begin? I had interviewed five women but none of them seemed to fit the job properly. It was three weeks and no one came by or called about the job. I really needed someone to cook and clean the house badly. Once a husband is gone you really begin to appreciate all that he did for you, especially being financially secure. He used to do a lot of stuff for me and after five years of his absence I decided to hire a maid. I was glancing at my ad again and thinking,

“This time if someone comes I am not going to be so picky about everything.” I placed the paper down, and went to take a shower. Despite my age you can say that I am still quite attractive. I have black hair and hazel-green eyes. I wear lots of silky blouses and skirts. I have a huge assortment of styles and colors. I was continuing to wash myself when the phone rang. I thought it could be someone answering the ad so I rushed to get to the phone.

Caption: Going Down the Social Ladder

-- What yer lookin' at? Nothin' to see 'ere, this ain't no circus!

Talking like an unrefined working class woman was now second nature to former Lady Margaret - now simply Maggie.  Although she has accepted her new station in life - that of a household servant at the beck and call of her betters - she still hated it when she was forced to scrub the entrance stairway - especially when the neighborhood boys were playing outside, throwing dirt and little rocks at her, as if she was solely there for their entertainment.

Story: Neighbor and Maid

NEIGHBOR AND MAID

Author: Dodge

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Laura and Millie were neighbors and friends, and they had gotten into the habit of having coffee at her house on weekday mornings. Usually Laura was wearing just her old work clothes and Millie was often still in her robe.

One morning as Laura poured the coffee, Millie joked, "I'd like to have you as my maid and have you serve coffee to me every morning."

At the time Laura didn't place much emphasis on it as she was somewhat preoccupied. Laura and husband Rob had received an invitation to a costume party, but she couldn't decide what she wanted to wear. Guests were asked to come costumed and act 'in character' as part of the party theme.

The next day, Laura was asking Millie for suggestions about costumes. She looked over a coffee cup at her and said, "I think you should go dressed in one of those sexy naughty French maid outfits. You certainly have the figure for it. I even know of a store where we can get one from."

Story: Like Mother, Like Daughter

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER

An epistolary tale by The Nerdly,  based on three vignettes in French by Hanna, femme de chambre

Dear Hanna,

You asked in your last letter how I came to be Gabrielle's  full-time maid. I hope this will answer your question.

Gabrielle and I were roommates at college, where we played D/s  games together. We especially liked to play the game of mistress and maid. Gabrielle was always the mistress, and I, always the  maid. Since we were impoverished college students, my maid's uniform was blue jeans with a white tee shirt, and Gabrielle's mistress clothing was the same.

As you know, Gabrielle moved to Strasbourg after college to take a position with the École Nationale d'Administration, the ENA. I accepted a junior management position with a firm in Paris. Having  so enjoyed the D/s games we had played in college, we agreed to continue them after graduation. To play the game, I travelled to  Strasbourg on the weekends to serve as Gabrielle's maid. She  expected me to wear a proper maid's uniform and carry a serving tray, and also to act as a chambermaid and iron her clothes -- in other words, to serve as her maid of all work. We played this game for two years. There were occasional aggravations, but I didn't mind. I was always able to juggle my two lives so that I  met the high expectations of both Gabrielle and my boss at my "real" job.