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Taking the Maid

tumblr_nq31hoFYp41qfbon7o1_500“Well Darling, you certainly seemed to enjoy spanking our sweet little maid.” said Hannah as she sipped her coffee and watched Mady trying to regain her composure kneeling on the hassock in front of us. “I bet your little cock is very hard.”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Good. Why don’t you take down your trousers and take off your panti-girdle. That will give Mady a few more minutes to recover.”

I did as I was told though getting the panti girdle down over my erection was no small trick. At last I was naked and very, very erect, and standing beside where Hannah was sitting.

“So, Mady, while elliot is not the head of our house, he is the man of the house and, as we agreed, he should certainly sample the forbidden fruit.”

“Oh yes Madam.”

“Would you like him to moisten you before we begin?”

“No, Madam. I can assure you my whipping has left me very, very wet.”

“Excellent. I thought it might. I should tell you that he is really best with his tongue.”

“Yes Madam, I am sure you have trained him very well.”

“So, are you ready.”

“Very, Madam.”

“Good. Now Elliot, as I have told you, you are to thrust when I tell you to begin and stop immediately when I tell you to stop. Begin with Mady’s mouth. And remember, you will be severely punished if you make any sort of a mess.”

It has been years since my cock has been anywhere near a girl’s mouth. Hannah has no interest in blow jobs of any sort. So it was delicious to stand in front of my pretty little maid and watch her, rather expertly I though, wrap her lips around my cock and, without a second’s hesitation take my whole, hard length into her mouth. As she did she cupped and then squeezed my testicles with a gentle but firm grip.

“Well that looks pretty Mady. Very nice.” said Hannah. “Now Elliot, let’s see that little cock get to work. Five good deep strokes and you’re done.”

I pushed into Mady’s mouth as far as I could and then withdrew until only the tip of my cock rested on her lips. And then in again. I felt the sting of the cane on my bottom.

“I don’t want you forgetting yourself my dear.” I heard Hannah say behind me. “You have more strokes to stay hard for.”

I thrust again and again the cane came down, not hard, but it stung. Mady seemed to be enjoying herself, looking up at me with her eyes wide open and a little saliva dribbling from the side of her full lips.

And then I heard Hannah say, “And five. Withdraw.”

I obeyed and stood with my cock glistening with Mady’s sweet saliva.

Mady, pull down your panties.” said Hannah.

“Yes Madam.” she reached behind and her panties pooled at her knees.

Hannah walked behind her and, with the tip of the cane, flipped Mady’s skirt up.

“Pussy first I think. Ten strokes.”

Doing what I was told was rarely such a pleasure. I knew from dressing her that Mady kept her pussy trimmed but always left a sweet quiff of fine hair to frame her cunt and catch its perfume. She had reached down her belly with one hand and was holding her glistening lips apart.

“Well get on with it.” said Hannah as I hesitated. It felt, I must admit, more than a little odd to even think about feeling another pussy on my cock. Especially with Hannah supervising.

“May I?” I asked.

I was greeted with a chorus of “Yes.” from Hannah and from Mady. I pushed in.

“All the way dear.” I heard Hannah say behind me and then I felt the sting of her cane again. “Hard as you can but don’t you dare come.”

Mady had shifted her hand and was thoroughly enjoying herself as I pushed into her to the rhythm of Hannah’s cane. It was marvelous and then…

“And ten…There you go my obedient boy. Do you want the last right now Mady?”

“Yes, please, quickly.” said Mady pushing out her bottom. “He’s just the right size.”

“Mady has lubricated her pretty rose dear so in you go. Gently at first. I will tell you when to thrust.” said Hannah.

I lined my slippery hard cock up with her puckered back door and began to slip in as gently as I could. I could feel the head of my cock pop through the tight little muscle of Mady’s sweet anus and I pushed a little more firmly. Mady moaned an pushed up to meet me. I could feel the heat of her well whipped bottom against my thighs.

“Now Darling, stroke hard. I think our little maid is very close to her edge.”

The cane came down harder than before and I buried myself to the hilt in Mady’s tight little hole. And then out so that my head was clasped by her ring and then in again when I felt Hannah’s cane urging me on. Three strokes and I felt the pulsing contractions of Mady’s orgasm. Hannah could hear her gentle cries and said, “one more and you are done.”

I was right on edge and slipping out of my tight little maid nearly tipped me over. But I didn’t disgrace myself and was rewarded by a lovely, deep kiss from my dear wife.

“What a good husband you are.” she said. “Now, go and clean up and then go to your corner in our room. Mady and I will join you in a little while. You can take Mady’s panties to keep you company.”

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Spanking the Maid

tumblr_m3xsha7KId1qfbon7o1_500We sat down in my study, Hannah in the comfortable black leather armchair before the fireplace, I on a matching sofa with a long, low hassock in front of it. Mady’s employment contract and Indenture were on my desk.

“Ready?” asked Hannah.

“Yes, very much so.” I replied. Hannah reached for her little bell and rang it. Mady appeared with coffee on a silver tray. She set the coffee on the side table and curtsied.

“So, Mady,” began Hannah, “Your probation ended today and we would like your to work for us and give your loyalty and obedience to our House.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“You have read the employment contract and the Indenture?”

“Yes Madam.”

“And you agree to our terms? And you are willing to sign and swear your Indenture?” asked Hannah gently.

“Yes Madam”

“Do you have any questions?” asked Hannah in a soft voice. Mady shook her head. “Well then, let’s get on with it. Elliot, show Mady where to sign.”

I walked Mady to my desk and went through the papers. She signed as expected and I countersigned the employment contract. The Indenture, however, was between the Head of the House and her servant and I took the signed document to Hannah.

“Now, Mady, your first oath will be taken on your knees to me.” said Hannah. “Then, tomorrow, we’ve arranged for you to make this same oath before God at our Church tomorrow afternoon.”

Mady knelt before Hannah and read the short promise which I held before her. I cannot quote the words as it is private but she undertook to be Hannah’s handmaiden and to obey all Hannah’s orders and to be loyal, obedient and chaste for the period of her Indenture. She asked for God’s help to make her obey her liege lady and to accept her position as Hannah’s bondswoman. I held our Bible and Mady swore her oath to Hannah and to God.

Yes, I know,all very feudal and not in the least enforceable in a Court of Law; but for Mady and for Hannah, and for me as witness, it was solemn and absolutely binding.

Then Hannah put her hand on our Bible and swore to guide, discipline and lead Mady in the fulfilment of her solemn pledge and that our House would shelter her, feed her, clothe her and nurse her when she was ill and to direct her spiritual and moral life in her best interests.

“Done. Now Mady I would like you to roll up your skirt and pull your panties to your stockings tops and lie across Elliot’s lap for your first spanking.”

“Yes Madam.” Mady stood and, still facing Hannah rolled up the skirt of her uniform to her waist. She was wearing sheer black satin tap panties which she left in place until she had positioned herself to come across my lap. Only then did Mady lower her panties and lie across my thighs.

It had been years since I spanked a girl. Not something which comes to a man in my position very often. I looked at Hannah.

“Go ahead dear. I’ve told Mady that you are rather good at warming a girl’s bottom and I should know.”

I began. Gingerly at first but soon I got into the delightful rhythm of a good hard spanking. I like to start by going side to side but once I have my pace I will focus on first one cheek than the other for four or five slap. Mady had lovely white, smooth skin which went a pretty pink before darkening to the scarlet I knew Hannah expected. She initially lay quite still but as my pace increased and her bottom reddened she began to wiggle and kick her legs a bit. Gusts of the scent I knew so well from my corner began to distract me as Mady grew more excited the harder I spanked her. I simply kept going. Hannah would decide when Mady had been spanked long enough. Just as my arm began to tire I heard Hannah.

“Perfect. Darling you have lost none of your vigor. But now Mady needs to get up on the hassock on her hands and knees.”

This was, I admit, a bit of a surprise. However, I released Mady and she did what she was told keeping her skirts well up and displaying her now bright red bottom to its full advantage.

“Mady, you said to me that you would like to make your submission to me in particular and I think that is an excellent idea. So we’ll begin with twelve strokes of my little rattan cane.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Perhaps, Elliot, you might hold Mady’s wrists to steady her.”

I did what I was told and very quickly Hannah set to work with her cane. I know that Hannah has caned me harder but, to be fair, she spared Mady very little of the cane’s biting force. After three strokes I could see tears forming in Mady’s pretty blue eyes and after six she was whimpering and her tears had begun to fall. At nine she was trying to pull away and the last two strokes, delivered at nearly full force pushed her over the edge and she began to bawl.

And then it was over.

“Mady, a good cry is a very good start for a handmaiden. Here’s a tissue. You can stay in your position until you have recovered sufficiently for us to move on to the next step in your submission. But you have done very well and I am very proud of you.”

“Thank you Madam.” Mady blubbed.

Hannah and I sat down to our coffee with the darling girl quaking in tears on our hassock a foot away from us, skirts over her hips, looking at Hannah, the Lady of the House, in wonder.

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Initiation

5163bbdfa8c2ed931730c0192723387aWe had cocktails and a lovely, light bit of sole with just a little lemon and a few green beans. “I want you wide awake and just a little hungry for tonight’s activities. Here is a little more Viagra” said Hannah as Mady served the first course. “Take it now and you should be nice and hard for the ceremony.  Which will make it easier for Mady.”

Hannah looked lovely. She was wearing a very fitted cocktail dress. Her beautiful white shoulders were bare and the skirt of the dress flared out from its cinched waist in a froth of tulle. If I had to bet, Hannah was just as tightly corseted as Mady. She sat very straight which is usually an indication of serious foundations.

“Yes Darling.” was all I could say.  I had been hard pretty much since I had corseted and dressed Mady earlier in the afternoon.

“And, Mady.”

Mady dropped a deep curtsey, “Yes Ma’am.”

“You’ve read the documents you will sign and swear to.”

“Yes Ma’am. Very carefully.”

“Do you agree to my terms?”

“With all my heart, Madam. After this month I cannot imagine anything I would rather do than be your servant. And, Sir’s as well.”

“Excellent. We will ring for you in the study.”

“Very good Madam. I will be waiting.” Mady curtseying to the floor.

“So darling, I am going to have a maid and you, I am afraid, are going to have to serve two women at least part of the time.” said Hannah with a laugh. “Think you can handle it?”

I hesitated before answering. I had been thinking about just that. For years I had served and loved Hannah. The service arose from the love and seemed the most natural thing in the world. Mady was an entirely different story. If I served her it was because of the power of her femininity. The fact she was a beautiful, young, woman. And because Hannah had decided I would.

I know Hannah very well indeed and I think I know why she wanted to bring a pretty girl into our happy marriage: Hannah knows me very well and she knows that I need challenges. She knows that I have been lusting after Mady pretty much from the first time I dressed her. And she knows that, if anything, this increases my long for my beautiful, sexy, very smart wife.

“I think so Darling.” I replied honestly.

“Good. I like Mady a lot and I her service is brilliant. I have to say I was not entirely sure I wanted an intimate maid but this last month has been fun and delicious. And you have behaved yourself very well. Mady tells me you are very obedient with her. Which does not surprise me but I was glad to hear it. I’m afraid, for your sake, that she much prefers girls to boys but she has told me that you are the perfect gentleman dressing her. As you should be of course, but after this evening, you’ll be expected to be at her service should she wish to receive your oral attentions. I doubt she’ll ask for your key but you never know.”

“And I have your permission if she decides…”

“Of course Darling.  I think it would do you the world of good to try and pleasure a young girl. As you know, I like your cockiness, which is sometimes lost in a female led marriage. She’ll give you a merry chase but outside her space she will be the lovely, obedient, girl we both enjoy.” said Hannah finishing her sole and her wine.

“I wanted the month to see how Mady worked with us. I think she is a wonderful maid, she makes both our lives more graceful. You have been a very productive bunny. Not to mention very attentive indeed. Now I know you have been wearing your little cock cage all month but I am sure you have thought it worthwhile.”

“Very much so Dear.”

“Good. Well, let’s go to your study…” said Hannah.

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Busy | Milked by the Maid

submissive husbandJust as the added graciousness of our pretty and talented maid Mady has enlivened our lives business went quietly crazy. As Hannah has written, while I work at home I am very much not a house husband. Rather I have a number of clients all of whom use my consulting services. Normally a couple will be active at any given instant but this last week I’ve had assignments from seven of them. Frantic does not begin to describe it. While we have been having our regular cocktail hour, much enhanced by Mady’s lovely service, other than corseting her, washing her lingerie and spending a little time in her “corner”, I really have had very little to do with our maid. Or, for that matter, Hannah.

Hannah had obviously noticed this and at cocktails last night she said,

“Darling, I am afraid you have been working much too hard. Which I know you must but it means that you are more than a little distracted.”

“I suppose I am.” I replied.

“So I think it is time for you to refocus a bit.” said Hannah reaching for her little crystal bell to summon the maid. “I think it would be very useful for you to have a little relief. I’ve told Mady just what to do. Enjoy yourself.”

Mady came into the living room. She curtsied to Hannah and said, “If you will come with me Sir.”

I followed her and was led upstairs to the little room off Hannah’s dressing room which serves as my bedroom when Hannah decides she wishes to sleep alone.

“Now, Sir, if you would strip, including your girdle and then lie face down on your bed I’ll get you ready.” I did as I was told and was soon lying on my bed. All I had on was my cock cage.

“Very good Sir.” said our maid from the head of the bed. “Now I know you enjoy my panties and here they are all fresh and moist. Put them next to your nose on the bed. Now, lift up your hips so I can get a pillow down there. That’s right.”

Again I did as I was told and was engulfed in the sweet, womanly scent of our maid. The I heard the snap of a glove.

“So Sir, if you would just raise your bottom I will lubricate you.” She proceeded to put a dollop of lubrication on my bottom and, none too gently, pushed two fingers in to the knuckle. “Let’s get you nice and ready. Madam says that I may use a strap-on once I have passed my probation but, tonight, we’ll have to make do with your vibrator.”

With that she withdrew her fingers and push a quite large vibe up my backdoor. “I read that lovely prostate milking book you wrote. What fun. You don’t even have to be unlocked and you just sort of dribble once that little cock gets going. Now I am just going to tie your hands behind your back and then turn this on. You look so silly Sir. I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes….Enjoy!”

I don’t know if she curtsied on her way out of the room.

I lay there with the steady pulse of the vibrator in my bottom. I am not sure how long I was there but Mady came back in the room just as I was beginning to feel the surges which indicate that ejaculation is near.

“That little cock hasn’t made its mess yet. Well Madam told me that some times you need a little encouragement.” With that she sat on the edge of the bed and reached under to find my nipple. “What this needs is a good pinching.”

Which is exactly what she gave my nipple. The dam broke quickly and my sperm began to soak the tissue.

“There we are. Your poor cage is going to be awfully sticky with all that come. But, happily, not my problem. You keep going. Madam told me that she wanted you completely drained so we have a few more minutes. I have to say this is another thing I would be doing if I ever married. Here you are dribbling away and you are not even allowed to thrust. It’s perfect. In your book you said it felt wonderful but not sexual. Ideal for a man.”

She began thrusting the vibe in and out of my bottom.

“I can’t wait until I am allowed to use a strap-on on you. I gather Madam is not too keen on pegging. I have to say I adore it. It let’s men experience what woman are supposed to put up with. Just another few weeks. Oh, now the flow has stopped. We’re done then. You can dispose of your mess in the bathroom.”

With that she untied my hands and left me, bottom in the air, vibrator pushed all the way in.

I cleaned up and joined Hannah.

“So Darling, did Mady do well?”

“Oh yes Dear…Very well.”

“Excellent. Another chore I don’t have to worry about.”

End of the Maid’s First Day

dominant wife, submissive husband, maid in charge“Sir, if you would be kind enough to come up to my space.” said Mady standing at the door to my study. Hannah was already in bed and I realized that this striking young woman was inviting me into the space where she exercised her own authority. I followed her through the dining room and up the stairs to her studio.

“Well Elliot, now you can be the maid. Undo my apron.”

“Yes Miss.” First I undid the finicky little buttons which held the bib to the uniform and then I went behind her and undid the bow which tied the apron on.

“And now unfasten the dress.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Now loosen the corset.”

Again I did as I was told. Mady undid the busk. And then she reached under her chemise and rolled down her panties.

“I like what Madam has you do in the morning. A few minutes in the corner with your nose pressing my panties should be a perfect end to a delightful day… Off you go. You can leave your girdle on.”

“Yes Miss.”

I went to the corner Mady pointed to, took off my clothes and took my position. I was engulfed in Mady rich, moist scent. I could hear Mady washing and could not help my cock pressing against its cage. How humiliating to be sent to a corner by my maid. Well, Hannah’s maid. But delicious as well.

Mady came out of the washroom and pottered around her space. She took no notice of me in my corner. Finally she spoke.

“I see Madam has trained you very well indeed. You’ll rinse those panties when you corset me tomorrow. There is a bra and stockings to be done as well. Now put those panties in my basket.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Other evenings I’ll have other things for you to do. But uncorseting me will be a constant as will a few minutes in your corner.”

“Yes Miss.”

“I think I am going to like this job. Madam is so kind and you, well you are beautifully trained and charmingly obedient. You seemed to like unbuttoning my apron. And undoing my corset. I suspect we can work with that a little. And even in your cage and your girdle I can see that your cornertime focused you nicely.”

Mady, in a white cotton nightie stood quite close to me.

“I am not a huge fan of men in general. But a man who does exactly what he is told is something I have never encountered. I’ll have to think about that. Good Night Elliot.”

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Cocktails

25022011 28It was a lovely warm spring evening and Hannah had decided to have cocktails on the terrace overlooking the lake. Cocktails – usually a glass or two of wine with a bit of cheese, artichoke hearts and bread – are one of the pleasing rituals of our day. I always arrive first, usually fresh off the phone or computer and I wait, standing, until the Lady of the House arrives in whatever outfit she’s decided to treat me with. Hannah likes to change from her day dress to something a bit more formal for cocktails and dinner whether we are dining formally or enjoying a less formal dinner. Yes, it is old fashioned. We joke about the fact that in another life I was probably a Colonel in the Kings East African Rifles and Hannah was my lady wife. No matter. We like it.

We have a lovely table with two chairs overlooking the lake. It is just high enough to discourage the dog from his natural inclination to steal the cheese. Tonight it was beautifully set with pretty Limoges plates, a crystal carafe of iced lemon water, crystal water glasses, ironed linen napkins and a single branch of forsythia in a crystal vase. Our maid learned very quickly.

I saw Hannah coming down the curved stair case and through the dinning room and the French doors. She was wearing a beautiful grey silk dress with a fitted bodice and a wide, calf length skirt. Slightly high heels and seamed smokey hose. A single strand of pearls around her lovely neck and a matched pearl bracelet.

“Well this is a treat.” she said sitting in her chair. “Sit.”

“It is isn’t it. I’ve missed having a maid.” I said taking my seat.

“So I gather.” said Hannah laughing, “But not as much as I have. Mady seems to be perfect.”

At that moment Mady, apron in place, hair neatly washed and set, arrived with a silver tray with two carafes of wine and glasses. On the tray was a crystal bell as well. She placed the wine on the table silently.

“Would you like me to pour?” she asked.

“No Mady,” said Hannah, “Elliot can take it from here.”

“Yes Madam,” said Mady with a lovely curtsy. “I will bring the hors d’ourves in a moment or two. I am just waiting for the toasts.”

“I could get very used to this.” I said pouring Hannah’s white wine and then my own.

“I just bet you could Darling.” said Hannah with a twinkling smile. “How did you find dressing our maid?”

“I would be lying if I didn’t say that it was exciting and somewhat excruciating.”

“My little cockette got a bit stiff lacing a pretty young girl into a corset? Buttoning on her apron?” said Hannah mischievously know that her words would make me hard all over again.

“Yes Darling.”

“And I gather you took it upon yourself to have a good look and a little whiff of our maid’s lingerie.” said the Lady of the House with a bit of an edge.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry.” I said.

“No need to be sorry. No harm done apparently. But when Mady comes back I’ll have a few words for you both.”

I sipped my wine wondering what in the world Hannah would do. It could be anything from a whipping there and then all the way to instant dismissal for our lovely maid. I knew I would vote for the whipping. Mady returned with a tray full of delicacies. A plate of pate and conichons, beautifully presented toasts, two sorts of cheese, nuts and artichoke hearts and olives all were placed attractively on our cocktail table.

“Mady, can you put down that tray for a moment and stand over here beside me.” said Hannah. “Very good. Now, Elliot, come and kneel right here beside my chair.”

I fell to my knees.

“Mady and I have been having a chat Elliot. We needed to get some rules straight about her space and your role when you are in that space.” said the Lady of the Huse.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Once Mady goes upstairs to her studio she is Mistress in her own House. If you are invited to her space you will obey her rules at all times. She has asked you to call her Miss in her space and I approve. She will have you do certain intimate chores and I expect you to obey her as you would me.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“She has asked me for permission to discipline you. I have thought about that and I’ve decided that she will be allowed to send you to a corner in her space either for discipline or punishment. If she believes that you should be whipped or punished in other ways she will have to seek my permission. I should warn you Elliot that I am most inclined to give that permission and you will be delivering a cane and a paddle for her use when you dress her tomorrow. Is all that clear Elliot?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

‘Excellent. Mady, will that suit you?”

“Very well Madam.” she said with a low curtsey.

“Elliot, kiss the hem of Mady’s uniform and then the sole of her shoe.” said Hannah.

I did as I was told.

“There, we are done. Mady, I will ring if we need anything but I am quite sure you will not be needed for an hour.”

“Very good Madam.”

“You can get up now Elliot.”

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Dressing the Maid

submissive husband, erotic maid, dominant maid, maid's panties, dominant wifeI left Mady to her bath and went to one of the store rooms in the basement. We’d kept a few items which had been part of our last maid’s uniform. A couple of corsets, a few roll on girdles for daywear and three black cotton dresses of various lengths. Each was belted as The Lady of the House likes to show off her maid’s trim waist. As well there were a couple of clean, ironed, vintage aprons in linen. These had “bibs” which would have, originally, been pinned to the maid’s dress. Our last maid had sewn little buttons on her uniform dresses and button holes on the aprons. I gathered up all of these things plus a few pairs of vintage stockings.

(Yes, it is amazing that we have all this on hand. The fact is that between garage sales, auctions and online, we have a veritable vintage consignment store in one of our store rooms. Hannah hates to miss beautiful clothes of any era and so, for literally pennies, she has been amassing everything from pretty girdles to day dresses to evening gowns, all pre-1970 and ideally, pre-1960. One of the maid’s duties will be to take care of this collection – something our last maid throughly enjoyed.)

I took my time. Mady was a delicious young girl and just thinking of lacing her into her corset was making my caged cock more than a little uncomfortable. Which was, of course, part of the fun. But I had time to reflect on the way the girl seemed very confident telling, not asking, me what to do. Perfectly polite, but also perfectly in control. I didn’t know what The Lady of the House had told her Maid; but it was quite clear that Mady was very much her own woman.

I carried the bundle of clothing up to Mady’s space and hung the dresses and aprons in her dressing area. There were built in drawers where I placed the stockings and the corsets. I then carefully folded her discarded clothing and placed it carefully on a chair. Her panties, garter belt, stockings and bra I picked up and placed on top of her outer clothing. I couldn’t help stealing a glance at the gusset of her pretty panties and, as I suspected, it was lovely and moist. I admit I could not resist inhaling her delicious scent. My poor cock throbbed against its cage. I didn’t hear Mady emerge from the bathroom.

“Oh Sir you are a naughty man.” she said with a light laugh. She was wearing a simple robe and a towel on her head. She was certainly pretty. “If you like my panties so much you can rinse them out every day. I’m sure Madam will approve.”

I was not so sure but there it was.

“Now, my uniform.” said Mady shrugging her robe off. She was wearing a black short chemise. “I didn’t pack much but I thought if I am to wear a corset having this little chemise underneath would work.”

“It will work very well Mady. I brought up two corsets. The wonderful thing about corsets is that if they are laced properly and are not two big they will fit well when you start and perfectly after a few days.”

maids corset, submissive husband“Yes Sir. I know. I have one at home. But these are both pretty. Obviously the black one for the black uniform but what is the white one for?”

“Summer. Hannah likes her maid to wear a lighter uniform in the summer time. I couldn’t find any downstairs but I know they are around somewhere. We’ll have all of them altered once you have passed your probation.”

As I spoke Mady had wrapped the black underbust corset around her and was doing up the busk.

“I like the fact you use ribbon rather than laces. Corset laces always remind me of skate laces. There. Now you can play the role of the ladies maid and tighten my stays.”

“I’d be delighted. Have you ever tight laced?” I asked conversationally as I began to pull the ribbons and close the corset around Mady’s lovely tight little waist.

“Not really. I have a 24 inch waist normally and in my own corset I take it down to 22. Not much of a reduction really. But as much as I can handle without practice. And Sir, remember, I have to work in this.”

“Quite right.” I said pulling the ribbons in and seeing an inch vanish from Mady’s waist. “And this is plenty tight enough for your first day. Now, stockings.”

I held out several packages for Mady to choose.

“What fun. These I think.” she ripped open the package and slipped on one of the coal dust black, sheer stockings. “You can kneel down and do up the garter tabs.”

I am nothing if not well trained and I sank to my knees in front of this surprising young woman.

“Excellent. Now stay where you are and I will get this other one on.”

I stayed and was rewarded with a glimpse of her black lace panties as she pulled on her second stocking.

“Naughty man, I could see you peeking at my panties. I may have to send you to my corner if you are so cheeky.” she said with another light laugh. She offered her pretty leg for me to do up the garter tabs.

“There we go. I want to dry and style my hair. You can go and rinse out my panties and stockings in my bathroom. No need to do the bra and garterbelt today.”

I did what I was told and, by the time I was done, was once again throbbing in my cock cage. I hung Mady’s lingerie on the shower curtain rail to dry making a note to bring up a drying rack. When I came out of her bathroom she was already in her uniform dress.

“What lovely taste Madam has. Now, show me how this apron works.”

“It’s quite straight forward. First we put it round your waist and tie it with a pretty bow like this. And then we pull the bib up and button it.” I demonstrated and was rewarded with Mady’s little breasts pushing against my wrists as I worked on the tiny buttons.

“Oh you do enjoy this don’t you Sir.” she said with a huge smile. “Little wonder Madam keeps you locked up.”

“Yes I do Mady. Very much.”

“I think, Sir, when we are in private, you had better call me Miss. It will prevent misunderstandings.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Perfect. Thank you for dressing me. I understand this will be a regular thing for evenings where The Lady of the House wishes to be formal.”

“Yes Miss.”

“And those will be the evenings when you rinse out my underthings. I will have a little basket in the bathroom. When you are dressing me, once you have my corset on, I expect you to wash anything in the basket.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, now off you go. I am on duty in a few minutes and there are a few things I’d like to do first.”

I left Mady. She certainly was beginning as she meant to end.

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