Needs and Wants: My Handmaiden

I find myself in the interesting position of being the head of household for both my husband elliot and my handmaid/companion Mady.

And, yes, Mady has been "promoted" although that is not quite the right word for it. Back in May I related my conversation with Mady who wanted to take her position and her submission to a very different level. Over the summer, as we enjoyed the heat and had elliot pulling us around the property in our dogcart, naked except for his cute little chastity cage and his shiny stainless steel ball stretcher. We went to the beach often and Mady enjoyed swimming in a pretty, retro, modest and deliciously sexy one piece or a wonderfully demure two-piece I had bought her.

We talked a lot. Where elliot and I have been working on our wife marriage for years, to the point where we barely think about it: he does what he is told and is soundly whipped if he doesn't, no need to over think that. But with Mady there is a different dynamic and we needed to figure out what would work for her and for me. (elliot was not part of these conversations, when we had figured it out we told him.)

More than anything Mady wanted and needs security. A very clear idea of being taken care of, of someone making decisions on her behalf and in her interests. There is a lot of information out on the web about Mistresses and slaves and, unfortunately, Mady had read a lot of it. It eventually emerged that she had thought that her next step would be to become my slave because that seemed to her to be the only way to be sure.

As my readers know, I do not believe in slavery in any form. Particularly inside a household. I understand that some wives prefer their husbands to be their slaves but I think that creates a fiction which can be very harmful. In a wife led marriage a husband needs to be obedient and accept his wife's position as head of the house. He needs to accept the fact he will be disciplined and, in most cases, will have his sexuality either curtailed or entirely subject to his wife's needs and desires. He will almost certainly be chaste. But none of that amounts to slavery because no intelligent woman wants or needs a man who does only what he is told to do. Rather, an intelligent woman will want her husband to accept her complete authority and then go forth and do mighty things. (And, it turns out, that a man in that position tends to put a great deal of effort out into the world knowing he is loved and protected at home.)

This is even more true with a young woman who is looking for the direction and discipline only an older woman can bring. Having Mady as a slave, however voluntary that condition, would waste all of the interesting things my maid was capable of. More importantly, it would actually reduce her usefulness to me. Between her really exquisite lady's maid skills, her lovely service at cocktail hour, her delicious teasing of poor elliot, her occasional intimate service, and her genuinely lovely demeanour and beauty, I couldn't see how I could improve upon her situation as my maid. But I had to or risk losing Mady to a larger world. But I didn't want to lose her, now automatic, curtsies which always made her nipples harden under her transparent blouses, displayed so beautifully in her quarter cup bras.

As we talked over the summer I realized that Mady very much enjoyed the mistress and maid situation. She loved the fact that when she was on formal duty I required her to corset her waist tightly and, except in summer, wear lovely, sheer, seamed, stockings (a dozen pairs of which will be in her Christmas stocking. Ho, ho, ho.) For formal entertaining, while she does not wear a sheer blouse she does have to wear five inch black patent leather pumps black patent leather pumps which she has been practising in since she came to us. She likes the fact she is required to whip elliot into shape and she has done a wonderful job. No sign of a belly on my darling husband after eight months of carrying Mady on his shoulders and pulling her little dog cart. And she told me she loved all of this. But it was not quite enough.

Because there was all the time she was off duty. On her own. Writing her book, reading, relaxing, "It is so hard to go from being on duty as your maid to my space where I am just me. elliot is never on duty and he is never off duty, he is just your submissive, obedient husband all the time." said Mady in one of our talks at the beach. "I'm your maid all of four or five hours a day, the rest of the time, I really could be anywhere. Drifting."

You can see the problem. On duty, Mady has a role and a set of responsibilities. She demonstrates her position with her dress, her corset, her curtsy and her acceptance of my orders. Off duty? Her identity as my maid is lost and she is left to her own devices. For a girl who craves order, who needs routine, discipline and a sense of place being left to her own devices is a penance she should not have to bear.

I thought about it. I knew I did not want a "daughter of the house". Incest, even play incest, makes my flesh crawl so that was out. Besides, I did not want to lose my maid. Mady was already my bondswoman with a full indenture and an oath before God. And that was not enough. Taking her to my bed, and sending elliot off to his lonely single bed in his dressing room, was fun for an evening but not really a solution. She needed to know she had a place in my household when she was not performing her domestic duties or keeping my husband trim and sexually frustrated.

The more I looked at the problem the less tractable it became. The fact was that Mady really did want to be mine in the same way that elliot is and she wanted to remain my maid. As with so many things in life the Bible offered a rather good concept which I eventually came across: a handmaiden. Technically, a handmaiden was a female slave who served a mistress but was often given to the husband to "wife". Not quite how our household works, but the sexual element of the handmaiden's duties seems to fit. While I didn't much like the "slavery" element, the idea of a handmaiden can also be looked at in status terms where I, as the Lady of the House, have the social standing of a wife and member of a community, whereas my handmaiden's status is entirely within my gift.

The beauty of this solution is that the Biblical handmaidens, Hagar, Zilpah and Bilhah, were all given by their mistresses to their mistress's husbands to "wife". Now, leaving aside Miss Atwood's distopian tale, the fact is that taking Mady as my handmaiden as well as my maid would mean she would be giving me formal control over her breeding - whether I choose to have elliot cover her (unlikely) or find a suitable, I suspect older, man whom she might marry - which seemed to appeal to her.

So we sat in the shade by the beach after Mady had done her lengths and had a soft white towel around her pretty shoulders. I was sitting in a canvass director's chair elliot had carried down to the beach along with our picnic, umbrella and blanket in his dog cart.

"I have made my decision Mady." I said quite formally. "We will change your vows. You will become my handmaiden at home, when we travel or are away from the village, you will be my companion. You will still, of course, remain in service as my maid, but your duties will be extended. When you have completed your own book you will write a book for me. Instead of being able to choose your own clothing when you are off duty you will dress as a young lady of this house. You will attend me unless and until dismissed. You will also be bred when I decide who will be fathering your children. Which will not be for a few years. Which brings me to a rather strict requirement which you will have to accept as my handmaiden."

"Yes ma'am." said Mady looking up at me.

"As my handmaiden you will no longer have vaginal, penetrative sex. Of any sort." I said having thought about this for some time. "You will, of course, be used anally and orally on the rare occasions elliot is allowed to be frisky; but we will be saving your pussy until I decide to breed you."

"Yes ma'am." said Mady.

"So, before you take your vows I will have your labia pierced and rings inserted. I would think four or five rings on either side should be sufficient. When you have healed, which I am told will take a couple of months, my jeweller will have finished a pretty white gold chain and a diamond set padlock. We will lock you up after your vows."

"Oh yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." said Mady gasping a little.

"And while the piercer is working we'll have your clit hood done as well. Normally I will leave that free of your chastity. I want you unpenetrated rather than unpleasured. And I know elliot is very skilled."

"He is ma'am. Very." said Mady.

"Well there is no harm in him practicing on my handmaiden is there." I said. "Especially if she is wearing her pretty rings and lock."

"No ma'am, no harm at all. Actually, I think practice makes perfect and he is getting pretty close to perfect."

"He is, but I am sure we can make him even better."

We left it at that. Mady was smiling the quiet smile of a woman who knew her place.

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A Conversation with my Maid

Well, I must say that it was delightful to have elliot a few days ago. I tease him about his little cock but, honestly, once in a while it is just the right size for my pleasure. And he was such a good boy with his nightie up over his hips and his ball stretcher gleaming as I took him.

When Mady was bathing me afterwards I could tell she was very, very excited.

"So he really cannot ejaculate unless his nipples are pinched?" Mady asked as she soaped my back.

"Oh, I am sure he could if he really tried. But he knows he would be severely punished if he did. You've been in our little punishment cupboard. Would you do something which had you in there for, say, a few hours?"

"No ma'am. I would rather be caned." said Mady quite sincerely.

"Well, elliot knows that if he ejaculates without the permission his nipples being pinched gives him he'll be caned hard and put in the closet for at least twelve hours. So he doesn't. Ever." I stood up and Mady began to dry me with a wonderfully fluffy towel.

"Do you think you will ever let him ejaculate in you?"

"Probably not Mady. But I have changed my mind before. The point about being in charge of your marriage is it is entirely your decision. As I have told you, there is only one sexuality in our marriage: mine. I do what I want, elliot does what he is told."

"Yes ma'am." said Mady holding my night dress for me to slip into.

"Most men, even alphas like elliot, need a very firm hand if they are going to be productive and happy. They need to focus on their work. Unfortunately, most wives entirely fail to train and temper their husbands. They don't now how or they are worried that their husband will not accept his place. But, as you have seen, it is not terrifically difficult to train a man if you are willing to be firm from the outset. Honestly, I started late."

"Yes ma'am. I know that if I get married I will start well before the wedding day. Will you let me get married?"

"I hadn't thought of that Mady. You are pledged to us for one more year and then you are entirely released from your oaths. So, marriage? That will be up to you." I said pulling on my wrap.

"Yes ma'am. I know that. But I wondered if you might consider a more permanent oath. I have so enjoyed this past year. All of it. And I think you are probably right about how the world has gone wrong in so many ways. I was just hoping that you might consider a different, more permanent promise. Then you could pick my husband and have me bred. Or you could have elliot breed me if you would prefer." said Mady blushing.

"Really Mady? You would like me to pick your husband for you?"

"Yes ma'am. When you are ready to have me bred." said Mady.

"And when would you think that should be?" I asked, curious at this lovely girl's complete submission.  

"Well, whenever you decided of course ma'am. But if you asked me I would say in a couple of years. Right now I am still learning and I am very much enjoying being your maid and working on my writing. I have one more thing I want to write and that will, I expect, take about three years. Then I'll be ready."

"Let me think about all this Mady." I said. "I will give you your answer when you renew your vows which will be very soon."

"Thank you ma'am." said Mady dropping a deep curtsy. "I am sure you will make the right decision for me."

It is, frankly, an interesting dilemma. I have no doubt that Mady is completely sincere and would be delighted to become my...what? Slave? No. I don't want slaves. Other women might but it is not something I am interested in. But if not that then what? I walked back to the bedroom where elliot still stood, erect, in his corner. I had Mady lock him in a nice longline girdle. Wouldn't want him to think he was going to come.

And so to bed. Mady had given me a lot to think about.

Surprise Emission

Men being the funny creatures they are they can be humiliated very easily while they have fun.

I had elliot ejaculate in front of our lovely maid Mady. He had been in his cage for rather a long time, I don't actually remember how long, and when I told him I would let him out to fill his cup he was delighted.

I have to admit I can be entirely clinical about the ejaculatory habits of men. There is really nothing so very complex and most men have been playing with themselves since they were young teenagers. If a man has not come for a while and you tell him to make a splash he'll get his business done in no time. Which was the point I wanted to make to Mady.

elliot, of course, is nipple trained. I am not saying he can't ejaculate without having his nipples pinched, but it takes much longer. So I pinched his nipples, he stroked his little cock, made his mess, drank it, licked the cup and was back in his cock cage all of 9o seconds after I unlocked him.

As I explained to Mady before I put on this little demonstration, it is important that a submissive man never be allowed to come without supervision and without a degree of humiliation. Setting up the situation, taking a very matter of fact approach, pinching the nipple hard, making sure to make a little fun of his little cock, belittling him a bit as he reaches climax - it is the little things which make a forced ejaculation a wonderfully pleasurable but completely humbling experience. Having Mady there to watch just added a little frisson to elliot's enjoyable subjugation.

I am very much enjoying teach Mady a few of the things I have learned in my own journey to female dominance. It is always going to be up to her as to whether, when she is ready, she will want a submissive husband; but she will certainly know how to command if she does.

elliot was ever so grateful for his surprise humbling. Quite wonderful really.

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Bathing

I must admit I had not really thought through the implications of having a ladies maid. Especially not one with Mady's eagerness and sense of play. I like to take a bath around four in the afternoon. It ends my day and I can change into something pretty for cocktails and dinner. I have been collecting clothes and lingerie for years. Beautiful things, usually vintage, but sometimes new. During the summer, I dress quite simply: skirts, dresses with pretty, loose lingerie: tap panties, camisoles. Pretty silk slips under sheer cotton antique tea dresses. I will, occasionally, wear a light, summer, corset for cocktails; but from June to September, comfort is my watchword.

That in mind, Mady's ladies maid duties were really very simple. I go upstairs for my bath which she draws to the temperature I like and, in theory, as I bathed, she laid out a couple of outfits for me to choose from and put away my day clothes. My lingerie would go in a basket for her to hand wash. In practice, well in practice Mady is a little minx. She loves to "help" undress me which is awfully silly as there are really no fastenings which need a maid's assistance. But, in fact, she just likes touching me and I find I rather enjoy being touched. She'll finish undressing me and, before handing me my wrap, will often suggest a bit of grooming or a quick touch up of my toenail polish or, and this is quite recent, a pleasing pre-bath massage. She is an untrained but enthusiastic masseuse. And she is a cross between very gentle and mildly provocative.

Then, bath time. Mady is just out of sight rinsing out my smalls and it is the easiest thing in the world to ask her to "do my back". When I am done I call her and she arrives with a glorious fluffy towel and gets to work. She is very, very through. She also will bring a little pair of scissors and a razor to ensure that my grooming is faultless. I have never liked the bare Brazillian look - I am not twelve - not am I a fan of the landing strip. But I like to stay trimmed so that elliot can enjoy his duties. Before I had Mady there were all manner of complications with mirrors and such like. Now she takes care of it all.

Three times a week, before my bath, Mady washes my hair which is one of life's great luxuries. Unhurried, gentle, easy. And my hair has never looked better. I encourage Mady to chat as she works. She's very bright. A couple of days ago, as we were waiting for the conditioner to set, Mady asked,

"Do you mind that I have elliot go down on me?"

"Of course not Mady. It keeps him interested and in practice. Actually, I have been surprised you have not asked for his key. You are welcome to it you know."

"Thank you Ma'am I do know. And I suspect I will ask when the weather is a little cooler."

"Well you should. He is actually very well trained and while his little cock is not a maiden's delight, he has plenty of stamina. And, of course, he will never come without your express permission. And a well pinched nipple."

"Yes Ma'am. I know. But, for the time being, I much prefer him in that cute little black cage. I think I am a bit like you, Ma'am. I like to feel a man's cock in me, if at all, a few times a year. But unless they are as well trained as your husband....well, you know how men are. Once they have it they want it again."

"Quite right Mady; but not elliot. Oh, he loves being allowed in me. Even for a few strokes. But he is well trained and it does take quite a lot of discipline before a man is really docile enough to be trusted to think only of your pleasure and his obedience." I said thinking of the canings it had taken before elliot accepted his position. "Elliot tells me you have decided that if you marry you are going to have your husband caged at the ceremony. I wish I had."

"Well, until I met you and saw how your marriage worked I must admit that I was not planning on marrying at all. Just have a girlfriend and leave it there. But a well trained, submissive husband might be a better alternative." said Mady.

"I think so but, then again, I very much like men."

"I know Ma'am. I think I do too. But there has always been the sex thing which I have to say, until elliot initiated me, I never particularly enjoyed."

"But you enjoyed elliot's little cock?"

"Yes ma'am. Very much."

"Have you thought about why?" I asked genuinely curious.

"It seemed so small, so in control. Even when he went into my backdoor - and I have never had a cock there Ma'am - I felt that between us we were in charge. And that made it all so much gentler. I knew if you told him to stop he would."

"Of course he would Mady. He knows that if he disobeys me I will give him a caning he'll remember for a month."

"Yes Ma'am and you were caning him as he took me."

"I was, but not very hard. More a reminder than anything else. But I think I see why you have not asked for the key. You are not sure he would, when it come to the point, do as he was told if I was not there."

"Oh I am sure he would Ma'am. Pretty sure."

"So am I; but your instincts may be right. After all, as I said, it took a long time and a lot of fairly severe treatment with the cane and the bathbrush before I was certain of his obedience. Of course there is really only one thing for it."

"What Ma'am?"

"Poor elliot. You are going to have to start disciplining him regularly."

"He spends plenty of time in his corner Ma'am."

"Not the same thing at all. Nor is the fact he knows that if you report any bad behaviour I will correct it instantly. No, he needs to know that you can swing the cane. Or the bathbrush. He hates the bathbrush and I made more progress in one good session with the brush than I would in three or four with the cane. Of course, I was less expert with the cane then." I said, "So what I think we should do - before you take the key - is have you administer a few good hard whippings. elliot will not like this a bit but he loves any sort of penetrative sex he's allowed and a pretty young girl? There are very few men who could resist and my husband's certainly not one of them. We'll keep him caged for the moment. I want to think about this but I suspect that some time over your knee with the bathbrush and more time under the cane and he will be absolutely obedient in bed...if that's what you want. And it would probably be good for him in any event. Let me think about it. And I have just the cane in mind for you to use."

"Yes Ma'am. But, other than at my interview, I have never really whipped a man."

"Oh, well you saw how easy it is but I will teach you. This might be quite fun. Well not so much for elliot but that is the submissive husband's position. The point is that after you have whipped him a few times, especially when you have done it on your own, elliot will accept the fact that you are completely in charge. At that point you'll be able to do what you like without any worries about "disobedience". And, of course, he'll know that if you have cause to correct him, he will be getting the same and more from me."

"Yes Ma'am. Now lean back and I will rinse your hair."

"Thank you Mady."

"Thank you Ma'am."

It is going to be an interesting Fall.

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Formal Occasions

"So Mady you seem to be very comfortable working for us and we are thoroughly enjoying your service." I said as Mady was helping me into a very pretty girdle.

"Thank you Madam. It does seem to be working out well. I enjoy the work, I have lots of time for my own writing and I very much like both you and Sir." said Mady zipping me up.

"No trouble with elliot I trust." I said knowing the answer.

"None at all Madam. I think he enjoys dressing me a little more than he should and I have been allowing him a few little liberties. But as he is always in his little cage I am not at all worried. Plus you are absolutely right: he prefers to be told what to do rather than making many decisions for himself."

"Over the years, Mady, I have found a lot of men prefer to leave decisions to their wives. It certainly suits me. I like elliot to focus has energy and his very good brain on business. But when he leaves his study I want him to understand he simply needs to do what he is told." I said stepping into a stocking Mady held open for me. There was a slight snag/ "We're going to have to pay some attention to those nails."

"Yes Madam."

"Speaking of which, you should know that elliot does a very competent pedicure. Entirely up to you of course; but I think you'll find I have trained him very well."

"Thank you Madam. I had actually been wondering about how my own grooming could be done. We are a long way out of town."

"We are Mady and I assure you that elliot is pretty skillful. Not a woman's touch of course; but he is very gentle. You might want him to attend to you before this weekend."

"Yes Ma'am. Any particular reason?" asked Mady fastening my garter tab.

"There is Mady. This long weekend we are going to formally accept your service. I had thought of a year's bond but, realistically, if you are willing, I would prefer two. That will give you plenty of time to complete your thesis."

"Excellent Madam. We'd talked about a year but I think you are right, two makes more sense. I have had a chance to read the bond."

"Pretty feudal isn't it?"

"Very much so Madam. But I have to say that it seems to bind you and elliot as much as it does me." Mady clipped my other stocking.

"It does. There is, of course, a regular contract for employment which we'll sign on Friday; but the indenture will be the promise we each make to each other. So, of course, it covers more than the normal employer/employee matters. The old law of master and servant is part of it. Plus, on Sunday, we'll take a short trip to Church to have it blessed and sworn in the eyes of God. It is more than a little old fashioned but I think the formality is important. We live in a very casual world but the bond between Mistress and Maid is as old as time."

"Very good Madam. If you would just step into your dress." Mady said as she held my cocktail dress, unzipped, for me to wear. "I have to say I was impressed with the balance. These days if you work for someone they get your labour but they only have the obligation to pay for it. Your bond pays attention to a lot of other things."

"It has to Mady. You will live under our roof, obey our rules; it is only fair that we take care of all your needs. We certainly want your labour but we also want your loyalty. There are old customs which, while rather quaint, are based on how people actually live. Our indenture is about those customs and, on Saturday night, we will accept your promises of obedience, service and respect. And we will give ours of care, guidance and discipline. And now for cocktails."

Such a Lot To Do

Mady, our lovely maid, has settled in. I have to say her work is nearly perfect and she is a very fast and enthusiastic study. Her first significant bit of naughty work, milking elliot, went very well indeed. They seem to be getting on very well and Mady has put him very much in his place when she is not "on duty".

I, meanwhile, have been a blur of activity. This is the point in the year where I rotate my winter clothes to storage and bring up Spring. This year Mady had been a huge help. elliot tries but he does not really understand how a woman prefers to have her clothes stored. Just simple things like good hangers. Skirts go on skirt hangers, or, if they have hanging tabs, in the little notches good wooden hangers have. I like to be able to see my shoes so have clear shoe boxes for storage. Boots need to be polished, elliots job, and then properly stuffed and jacked. Wear and damage need to be noted and then sent for repair.

Vintage lingerie presents its own challenges. And here Mady has been especially helpful. It turns out she is very good with a needle and a few of my panties and two of my bras have enjoyed her attentions. As have two lovely but fragile garterbelts I had all but given up on.

As we worked we talked. I encourage Mady to ask whatever she wants. elliot is usually working when we are sorting and storing. It is, I must admit, very sweet to have an intelligent young woman about the house. At the same time, our positions are preserved by the formality of the curtsey and, of course, the skirt and blouse she wears as her day uniform. We work in the mornings leaving my afternoons free and hers as well.

"Ma'am, I have to admit I was curious about how reconciled Sir seems to be to being submissive first to you and now, at least sometimes, to me. Was he always like that?" she asked hanging corsets in their winter storage.

"I don't think so Mady. He was quite the ladies man when he met me and was more than delighted to "take charge" as the expression goes. I fell hard I have to say and I was intrigued with his apparent mastery. He liked to play with his girls and he thought I was no exception."

"So he did spank you."

"Often and for a couple of years when we were first together. Not my cup of tea frankly. You may enjoy that sort of thing, I put up with it."

"But you didn't like it?"

"Not particularly. I liked the sweetness which followed. But the actual spankings hurt more than was fun. But they were excellent experience for how we live now." I said remembering how hesitant I had been when we changed over towards our present arrangement. How much I worried that I had hurt elliot with the bathbrush or the cane.

"How did that change?"

"Well, I actually started reading around the internet. The thing which was so striking was how many wives there were in my position. Finding themselves head of household, leading their marriages. And, of course, many of these wives wrote about how they disciplined their husbands." I said folding some pretty silk slips. "The interesting thing about physical discipline is that while there are some men who need a good deal of pain, most get the message without their wives having to raise welts too often."

"But you welt Sir." said Mady.

"Sometimes. But not as much as I suspect he would like me to. And, if truth be told, when I want to seriously punish him I use the bath brush rather than the cane."

"You have other instruments. I saw your riding crop when I was hanging up your dress the other day."

"Oh I have lots of toys...a couple of crops and a lovely heel stick which I use when I want a bit more intensity. But disciplining a husband is really more about training him than actually correcting him. You'll see. I am planning a bit of fun on the Long weekend when your probation is over."

"Does that mean?" asked Mady a bit breathlessly.

"Yes Mady, I have decided that you are very suitable for our maid's position. We'll make it formal over the weekend. Along with your duties you will, of course, have priviledges. You have been wonderful as my maid and you have certainly done very well with elliot."

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Innocent Fun

Well, after the flurry of posts about hiring our new maid Mady, life has settled down a bit. True to her word Mady has altered her uniforms to fit perfectly over her corsets. She is a wonderfully quick study and we've been incredibly impressed with her ability to pick up the rhythms of our household. She's got the hang of the hour or so worth of cleaning and tidying required each morning after she has brought me my tray. Whether she notices elliot in his corner when she comes in is not at all obvious. If she does she ignores him.

During the day, other than the bit of cleaning, laundry and ironing she has very few actual duties and I encourage her to get on with her own work. We've had her possessions packed and delivered. A girl after my own heart she had more boxes of books than of clothes - but plenty of those as well. Mady is a nicely put together young woman and in her off duty outfits looks pretty if a little academic.

We are working out the blend of formality and informality that elliot and I so enjoy. We have a long, informal table in the kitchen. It is actually quite modern but we treat it as a country table. If I choose to eat there Mady is welcome to join us for lunch. We had a hour of fun sorting through which of her off duty outfits would be suitable in our company. The basic rule of the curtsey, which even off duty I expect her to perform, is that it can't be done in jeans or trousers. A skirt or dress is obligatory. Mady, who has taken to the curtsey, agrees and so has consigned her trousers to her own space and her jeans to the great outdoors.

What I am throughly enjoying is Mady's effortless transition from house helper to formal ladies maid in the evenings. We talked a little bit about this as she was dressing me yesterday.

"You seem to be settling in well." I said.

"Thank you Ma'am. It's much more fun than I expected." said Mady extending a stocking for me to slip on.

"More fun? How so?" I asked genuinely curious.

"Oh, much more fun. First off, I love my corsets - and having elliot lace them up. He is so grateful and very obedient. Well trained, Ma'am. And it is lovely to think of him entirely locked up. The next man I am with is going to have to accept a cock cage. Then there is all the wonderful work dressing you. Picking out your foundations and the right hose for your outfits.

And I have to admit I love the formality of cocktails and dinner. Here you are in the country but you could just as easily be in an elegant townhouse in London. It is a real pleasure to serve two people who have so carefully considered how they prefer to live.

Plus, I find I enjoy putting elliot through, as you put it, his paces, when he unlaces me. I let him take a few liberties, nothing too much yet, but just enough to earn him some time in my corner." she said this last with a pleasing smile.

"Well I am delighted to hear that. I know elliot is enjoying your company and your service and I think you are learning brilliantly." I said meaning every word.

"Thank you Madam." said Mady dropping a cute little curtsey, "Madam, if I might ask, have you given any though to my own discipline and maintenance?"

"Truth to tell, Mady, I had not. I've been enjoying your service far too much. But I will. And I will discuss it with elliot as he would administer both. I should warn you he has a firm hand."

"Yes, Madam, but might I ask how you know?"

"Because Mady, before we came to our present arrangement we were more 50 Shades of Grey long before that doubtful book."

"Really Madam, I can't imagine." said Mady quite surprised.

"Looking back, neither can I; but I have been over elliot's knee often enough to know what you are in for." It was my turn to smile. "But before that happens we'll have a nice chat. Some girls love to be spanked and from what I can tell you seem to be one of them."

"Somewhat, Madam. It's something I can very much enjoy in the right circumstances. Will you be there?"

"Oh, I think so Mady. I think you'll want me watching you as you roll up your skirt and roll down your panties."

"Yes, Madam. Yes I would."

And with that a slightly flustered maid went downstairs to prepare for cocktails.

Pleasures of the Boudoir

No matter how submissive, obedient and attentive a husband is there are some things which he simply cannot do. Mainly supply the easy conversation which another woman can. It was one of the main reasons why I wanted to hire a maid.

I was so delighted to have my little crystal bell back. I had put the three I have away when our last maid left and now,  sitting on a table beside the tub, sat the precious, pretty thing. It took quite a long time to find bells which were not ridiculously frou-frou - however Ebay is your friend for this sort of thing. I rang and Mady arrived beside the tub with a huge fluffy bath towel.

I have to admit I was curious as to how she would dry me as I stood naked in the tub. I needn't have been. Like any sensible girl she started at my shoulders and worked her way down. Not a moment's hesitation or embarrassment as she gently dried my breasts and, eventually, my more intimate places.

"If Madam would step from her tub." she said getting onto her knees on the bath mat and drying my legs and feet. "Does Madam use powder or talc?"

I didn't that particular moment but made a note to order some. Years ago I had the most marvellous bath powder. I like the image of standing in front of my mirror with Mady wielding the powder puff. Decadent but great fun. Mady held my robe and I slipped my arms in and tied the sash. And, yes, all that attention was indeed sensual and rather exciting. I am not at all into girls save to look; but this was grand fun.

We adjourned to my dressing room.

"And how did you get on with my husband Mady?" I said as she held out my pretty silk panties and drew them up my legs. Which I noticed could use a little attention with a razor. Another duty for my maid. "I see he managed to find you a corset. Not too tight I trust."

"Not at all Ma'am. I am sure I'll be able to lace down much smaller when I have had a bit of practice. Sir was very nice to me. I think we have reached the required understandings. I do have to ask you for some permissions though."

"Oh, really Mady." I said as she helped me into my girdle and zipped it up. "What sort of permissions?"

"Well Ma'am I am delighted that Sir will be dressing me for my evening duties. Lacing up your own corset is not so very much fun. But it places him in a particular role which needs to be formalized. Sir also shows a very amusing interest in my panties which I am fine with but thought I should report to you. Finally, as you might guess, Sir is delightfully handsy which I am fine with however I think I need to be in control. For that I need your permission."

"To do what exactly?" I asked genuinely intrigued.

"Well, in my space I would like him to call me Miss. And I would like to be able to give him instructions which have the same authority as yours Ma'am." said Mady.

I had to chuckle at that. Poor elliot: not one but two demanding women.

"I see no reason why not Mady. It is, after all, your home and in her home a woman has the right to make her own rules."

"Thank you Ma'am." said Mady holding a stocking out for me to slip on. "And I would like your permission to be able to send Sir to the corner if he is disobedient."

"Of course. But you'll have to come to me for express permission to whip him."

"Oh, I am sure it will not come to that Ma'am. You have trained him very well." said Mady fastening my garter strap.

"Thank you Mady. I think I have. He'll enjoy your discipline. At root Elliot just likes doing what he is told."

Mady held my cocktail dress out and I stepped into it.

"You look lovely Madam." she said zipping me up as I stood in front of my mirror. "If I might be excused I need to prepare the hors d'oeuvres."

"You may. Thank you. I think we are all going to get along very well Mady. You certainly suit the uniform."

"Thank you Madam," said Mady dropping a deepish curtsey, "I am going to alter the dresses to fit well tonight."

And off she went downstairs.

Very nearly perfect I thought to myself as I put on my perfume and lipstick. One of the downsides of having servants is that they sometimes get under foot. Or they expect to be told what to do for every little thing. In which case they are creating work rather than saving it.

Plus, in our slightly unusual situation, a maid might be forgiven for taking a little while to adjust to the femdom rhythms of the household. Mady was just the opposite. Self starting and, apparently, completely at home as a dominant female in her own domain. All good.

UPDATE: Elliot is given his instructions and is reminded of his place.

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Maid's Training

Like every new employee, our new maid Mady, will have to be trained. Nothing I require is especially difficult but I am quite demanding in the sense that I like things done right. This is a fairly large house, though very simple in design. At one end there is what amounts to the guest house which was the original house when we bought the property. Then there is the pavilion which contains my wonderful kitchen, what I call the bar and our formal dining room. Then there is another two story structure which contains eliot's study and office on the north side and my sitting room overlooking a creek to the East and the lake to the South and West. I abhor clutter and poor elliot, who is, I fear congenitally untidy, is allowed one desk which is disordered. The rest of the house is minimal, with clean lines and clear surfaces.

Upstairs is my dressing room, a large bathroom, a little dressing room with a tiny single bed for elliot when I don't want him in my bed and a lovely bedroom with a wrap around balcony overlooking the creek and lake.

The house is deliberately designed to require minimal maintenance. polished concrete floors, flat faced cabinetry, glass fronted modern book cases. I know from experience that twenty minute a day with a damp cloth is all it really needs. Once a week you - well elliot - runs a damp mop over the floors and the area rugs are vacuumed. So, realistically, Mady will have minimal house cleaning to do.

I love to cook but I am not so keen on cleaning up. Here is where Mady will be a great help. Then there is service at cocktail hour and the few nights a week we dine formally. We'll not have company until after Mady has been trained.

My clothing and linens need some care. Mainly delicate washing and ironing. Elliot has been doing some of that, mainly my hand washing, but there is more which should be done.

My personal care will evolve. Right now I have Mady running my pre-cocktail bath. In time I'll teach her how to wash my hair and do my nails. Again, elliot has been doing my nails but, happily, he is a busy man and while it is lovely to have him on his knees cutting, filing and painting my toenails, it is a treat which should be reserved for special occasions. Day to day Mady can certainly take care of that sort of thing. Down the road I may have her do more intimate grooming. My earlier maids have not but that was before we moved to the country, a hundred miles from my waxer.

Everyone of these functions requires training.

As I was thinking this Mady came into my bedroom and bobbed a very pretty curtsey. Elliot had managed to outfit her quite nicely in a below the knee black cotton dress and a lovely apron. No cap...I think they look silly. Looking at Mady's waist I suspect elliot was able to find a suitable corset.

"Your bath is ready Madam."

"Thank you Mady." I was wearing a wonderful, slightly sheer bath wrap. I walked into my bathroom and, interestingly, so did Mady. I was interested what she would do and I undid my wrap. She didn't blink and took my wrap and offered me her arm as I climbed into the egg tub.

"Will Madam require her back soaped?"

I hadn't really thought of that but, why not?

"Yes Mady. Then you can go and see to my cocktail outfit and lingerie. I'll ring when I need you to dry me."

"Very good Madam."

I leaned forward in my bath and enjoyed the sensation of Mady soaping and washing my back. Pure luxury. More than a little decadent but that was, to be honest, one of the attractions of having a personal maid.

UPDATE: It appears elliot is having fun with my maid...perhaps a little more fun than is entirely appropriate (horrible word).

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