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"Madam." said Mady dropping a neat curtsey as she came into my sitting room.

"Yes Mady." I replied, I could see she was a bit nervous.

"Madam, tomorrow evening..."

"Go on Mady."

"Well Madame I love my new formal uniform. I can't wait to wear it in your service. But there are a couple of details Madam."

"Go on Mady."

"Madam, I am not quite sure how to say this but I must try. Madam, there is so much emphasis on my submission to Sir. I am perfectly happy to submit to him. It isn't that."

"Of course it isn't Mady, and I assure you it is all pro forma. He'll take you, briefly, I would think three thrusts are sufficient. And he'll give you a nice spanking which I know you like."

"Yes Madam. And I am looking forward to both. But I just wondered, how do I submit to you?"

"What do you mean Mady? You submit to me everyday. You obey me and you indulge me."

"Yes Madam, but that is just my job which I love. I just wondered if, well, if I might submit to the real head of the household."

"Hmmm. How would you propose to do that?"

"Well, Madam, if it is not impertinent, I thought I might kiss you. Intimately. And then, perhaps, you might use your cane. I don't mean to presume."

"Not at all Mady. I must admit I hadn't really thought that through. You're quite right. Let me think about it, we have another day."

"Thank you Madam." said Mady curtsying her way out of the room.

The thing of it is that I don't have a lesbian bone in my body. I love the look of women, their curves, their femininity; but if I am honest about it I much prefer elliot when I am in the mood. Mady makes a point of touching me intimately when she bathes me. I don't object, a girl needs her fun; but it is not as if it sends thrills down my spine. At the same time, the thought of a pretty, obedient young girl "kissing" me intimately has its appeal. Not sexually, really, rather the confirmation of power and submission. It was worth a thought. As was a strap-on. The few times a year I take elliot I enjoy myself. Would taking Mady be any less enjoyable?

Much to think about.

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Panty Sale

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A panty trained husband is well on the way to being the obedient, chaste, considerate man every woman needs.

[Cross posted from A Man in My Position]

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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Cock Cage??

Over at my darling's blog he's been getting a lot of searchs for "does a sub hubby need a cock cage?"

Before I locked elliot up I would have said "no". After all, a good husband accepts his position and understands that he is not allowed to touch his cock or initiate sex at any time. It is a matter of honour and a good husband is nothing if not honourable.

However, having locked elliot up and now having had him in his cock cage for well over a month without letting him out for more than a few minutes, I can safely say that submissive husbands, at a certain point, are better locked up. (Especially if you have a cute and rather naughty maid about the house but that is another post.)

The reason is pretty simple: elliot does not "need" to be locked up to be submissive; but locking away his little cockette reminds him constantly of his position. It is too easy for a couple to slip into a routine. Which is fine as far as it goes; but keeping your husband under lock and key means that he is always aware that you are in charge at the most intimate possible level.

Combined with a daily micro dose of Viagra and, in our case a pretty maid, elliot is usually a little erect in his cage. It is not uncomfortable, but it is a constant. As well, knowing he is locked up means I don't worry a bit when elliot laces Mady in or spends time in her space or in her corner. I am not sure I would be quite so confident if I didn't keep the key to his chastity in my own private place.

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.

And So To Bed

It would be impossible to say how impressed I was with Mady's service at cocktails and again at dinner. You never know when you hire someone whether or not they will have what you are looking for. Yes I wanted a maid; but a ladies maid reflects her mistress which means than not just any girl will do. I like elegance, grace and a sense of style. Mady came through on every count. Not only did she take to curtseying as if from another century, she smiled as she served.

It was such a delight to have a little digestif served on a silver tray in Elliot's study. He had his usual glass of Jamesons and we settled in to read a while before bed.

Mady curtsied as she served our drinks and said, "If Madam will ring when she is ready to retire I will assist."

I could see Elliot, the scamp, arch his eyebrows. I rose above it. "I will Mady. But you have had a long day."

"Not so long, Madam. And quite wonderful. I'd like to finish as I hope to every night. I can easily hear your bell in my studio."

"As you wish Mady." I said actually rather looking forward to a ladies maid's assistance. Much as I love retro clothing and lingerie, a good deal of it was designed for a time when ladies maids were the rule rather than the exception. And it would give me a chance to chat with Mady. Really see how she had enjoyed her first day.

"So, Elliot, what do you think?" I asked growing a bit tired of my book.

"So far I don't think your pretty little maid has put a foot wrong. Your instincts are almost always right on this sort of thing."

"Well she certainly has taken to the job hasn't she. And she certainly has figured out how we like to run our house."

"She has, hasn't she." said Elliot.

"I'm sure you won't mind another woman to obey. Not, of course that you have any choice in the matter. But I did admire the way that Mady both took charge and asked permission. I suspect you are in for a bit of fun." I said with a smile.

"Well, only with your permission."

"I don't think it's mine you have to worry about."

"Aren't you, well, a bit jealous?" asked Elliot rather presumptively.

"Should I be? I don't think so. You Elliot, while you are a dear man whom I love deeply, are no longer a maiden's dream. No doubt you and Mady will become fast friends and she seems to have the right inclinations so far as your behaviour is concerned. But were I a betting girl I would say Mady's interests are more in the feminine direction than yours. Oh, I suspect she'll play with you and you'll have a delightful time; but she's hardly going to run off with my husband." I said.

And, until I had actually said it, I had been uncertain as to Mady's inclinations. But, on a bit of reflection, I realized that the sense that I had been getting from the moment she came in to help me in my bath was that Mady preferred girls. Nothing specific. Just an intuition. Which was, as I thought about it, more than a little interesting.

My own inclinations, allowing for the interest I have in obedience, are pretty much entirely hetrosexual. I love what women look like. My retro fashionista's eye is drawn to their beauty. But a well trained man is my idea of sexual heaven. Which is not to say that an attractive, docile, girl would not pique an interest; but more in terms of sensuality rather sexuality. If that makes the least sense.

No matter. I was tired.

"Are you staying up dear?" I asked Elliot.

"For a little while if I might."

"Go right ahead. It isn't late and if I want you later perhaps I'll ring." I said with a smile.

"You might need two bells." said Elliot.

I rang my little bell and, in a moment, heard Mady coming. I kissed Elliot and met Mady at the foot of the stairs. She dropped a perfect curtsey and we went up to my dressing room.

"If Madam will just stand here." said Mady gesturing to a spot in front of my trifold mirror. She got to work first taking my jewellery and then unzipping my cocktail dress. I stood in my slip as she carefully removed my shoes and then unclipped my stockings. She ended up behind me and reached up to unfasten and then unzip my girdle. Very gently she slipped that tight garment over my thighs and down my legs. While Mady didn't linger, she certainly took her time. Then she stood up and opened my nightdress closet.

"And for this evening, Madam?"

I chose a long linen nightie which had the grand advantage of being just a little warm.

Mady surveyed the closet. "I can see I have some ironing to do."

I popped into the bathroom and removed my makeup. I came back out to the dressing room wearing just my slip which I pulled over my head. Mady held out my nightie and I stepped into it. She drew it up over my thighs and on up over my breasts. It might have been the cold but my nipples were stiff and actually caught on the neckline of the nightie.

"Here is your robe Madam." said Mady, "I have lemon water beside your bed. Will there be anything else this evening?"

"No Mady. You must be exhausted." I said.

"Not particularly. There has been a lot to learn but I think I am getting it." said Mady.

"You are Mady. You're obviously a very quick study."

"Thank you Madam. It's all really a matter of common sense. And thinking about How I would like to be treated if I am every lucky enough to be in your position."

"I think that's right Mady. Other than my little conceit of a curtsey it really is very straightforward."

"I love the curtsey Madam. It felt a bit awkward at first but over the course of the day it just seemed natural. But it does something. I am not sure how to put it but it somehow makes this more than a job." said Mady.

"I think so. And are you satisfied with the arrangements with respect to Elliot?"

"Very much so Madam. It is always best to make things clear at the beginning. Am I right in thinking that you are more than a little playful where Sir is concerned."

"I am now. It took several years to get things just right. Now he understands his position and, I think, would not have it any other way. Neither would I. Long after friends of ours have been divorced or have been secretly unfaithful, we seem to be falling even more deeply in love." I said truthfully.

"And you are not worried about having me around?"

"Funny, Elliot asked me exactly that earlier. No, Mady I am not. Quite the opposite. You're pretty, smart and my sense is that you are a great deal of fun. Why shouldn't my faithful, loving, Elliot have a little bit of visual and mental stimulation? And why shouldn't I have the sheer luxury of another set of hands?"

"Why not indeed, Madam."

"Well good night Mady. I'd like my breakfast tray at eight. Will you have Elliot loosen your corset tonight?"

"With your permission, Ma'am. It is a bit awkward to do myself."

"Lucky Elliot. Just remember that in your studio you tell, you don't ask. He likes to do as he is told. Good Night."

Mady curtsied and left. I settled in with my book and looked over to my bedside table where, in a drawer, was the key to Elliot's chastity. I wondered whether a few strokes might not be in order for my delightful man. He would certainly be stimulated.

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