husband as servant

An Evening

dominant wifeThe doorbell rang and I went to answer it.

Hannah had been quite clear. She was having a Miss Black for a glass of bubbly wine and, perhaps, if they got along she might put me through my submissive husband paces. But, at the very least, I was to serve and be silent.

“And Darling, I will want you dressed appropriately. I’ve left a few things in my sewing room. Get dressed and then you can go downstairs and prepare a few hors d’oeuves.”

Appropriate dress turned out to be a very tight high waisted, side zipping open bottomed girdle in white, quite thick stockings in taupe, a white underwired A-cup front closing bra, pair of beautifully pleated, thin, light cream coloured palazzo pants, a plain white blouse and a pair of cream peep toe mules. Plus Hannah had left three other items and a pretty note.


I know how much you are looking forward to serving this evening. I hope you like your outfit.

You know what to do with the lipstick and mascara. Just a hint of each.

And you know what to do with our lovely stainless steel intruder. I’m afraid you should use the lube sparingly as you’ll be holding it in for the evening and you’ll note I’ve not put out any panties. If it drops I will be very cross. Make sure you put the big end in.


Hannah (more…)


I really should be preparing the lady of the house’s hors d’oeuvre or having a shower to be sweet for her return. But I have to wait for a phone call…In a properly run house the lady of the house is served. If not by a servant, then by a man in my position.

This is not optional. When she comes home at the end of her day her refreshing glass of water should await her. Her coat should be taken and the groceries packed away. As she changes – assuming lady’s maiding tasks are not required, the hors d’oeuvre is prepared and set out. The candles are lighted and the fire started.

For at least a little while, the lady of the house is at leisure.

As she should be.