Story: What Annabella Wants Annabella Gets. Chapters 1-3.

by Jackie J

Chapter 1

Of course, it felt strange, she knew it would be, but exquisitely so. Annabella, the precocious and spoiled daughter of the Earl and Countess of Buckshire had pondered this moment for months. Annabella had watched with excitement and a degree of suppressed trepidation as her parent’s horse drawn carriage had made steady progress down the tree lined drive and pull out through the main gates of the grounds. Annabella’s parents heading to Europe for the summer. Mollie and Jenny, the two housemaids of the manor, had gone ahead two days before to prepare the summer retreat, only Miss Jarvis the housekeeper and herself remained at Buckshire manor.
A prepared and nervous Annabella shuffled into the parlour.
The housekeeper of Buckshire manor smiled.
“Well, I see you are dressed appropriately, and that you are ready to proceed with what Miss Annabella wishes for you here at Buckshire manor. You have something for me?”
Annabella’s long held desires were about to be realised and quivering handed Miss Jarvis a key.
“Yes, I have locked Miss Annabella’s rooms. This is the key.”
Miss Jarvis smirked taking the key ready to commence Miss Annabella Montgomery’s life has a maid at Buckshire manor.
Along with a number of conditions insisted on by the Housekeeper of Buckshire manor, for her to indulge Miss Annabella’s fantasy, Miss Annabella would only ever be referred to in the third person a condition surprisingly agreed to by Miss Annabella, thinking it to be a harmless and amusing contrivance. It would surely help in her time being a maid for Miss Jarvis.
“Good, then it will be Miss Jarvis now, Annie. And of course a curtsy when you address me.”
Annabella curtsied to Buckshire manor’s housekeeper, Annabella had practiced her curtsy but this first curtsy, dressed in her crisp new maids uniform, to the hired help, to the woman who had herself curtsied without hesitation in the presence of her parents and herself for as long as she could remember now receiving the same level of deference, made Annabella shiver with unfamiliar servility and anticipation of what was to come.
“Yes, Miss Jarvis.”
Annabella had paid Miss Jarvis well to indulge her fetish and for the next three months Miss Annabella Montgomery was to be Miss Jarvis’s housemaid Annie. Stripped of all the privilege’s she had known since childhood, at nineteen, she was to be and treated as nothing more than a common maid in her parents and her own home.
Miss Jarvis approached her new maid and fussed with the high collar of her plain black dress, mop cap and apron bow.
“A good fit I see girl, I have pinned a list of your daily duties for the week in the scullery, so I suggest you get to work.”

Story: Mika Goes Pubic.

Monica Graz, a great friend of this blog and an inspiration for all lady-to-maid fans out there, has written a new story that she has kindly allowed me to post here.

MIKA GOES PUBLIC

By Monica Graz

PART 1

CHAPTER 1 

First person narrative - Mike Simmonds or Mika 

It was Saturday again! My special cleaning day! The day that I could clean the house dressed in my cleaner’s outfit.  

All my life I have been an occasional but committed cross dresser. I loved my dresses and skirts but above all I loved my humble cleaner’s uniform and I already was dressed in it. Nothing fancy, just a plain housekeeping dress of the type that hotel maids have to wear, a working apron, pantyhose and comfortable shoes. And of course, the appropriate underwear, matching panties and bra and my very realistic breast forms, the only expensive item of my cheap outfit.  

I fixed my thick longish hair into a more feminine manner, I put some lippy on and I was ready. 

I had no illusions of course as I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew that I had an androgynous look and I couldn’t easily pass in public as a female but that didn’t stop me doing it. The inner satisfaction I felt, sexual and not only, was the strongest possible drive, a drive I couldn’t resist though I have tried to stop it on numerous occasions over the years. The urge was far too strong. 

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.