Secrets

Well my silly husband has finally managed to tear himself away from business and move us along the story of Mady my maid's real introduction to my service. I don't want to give away too much of the story but suffice to say I decided she would indeed make her primary submission to me. I thought it made more sense.

One of the things I find I like best about having a ladies maid is that I finally have someone to tell secrets to. So, for example, when I decided that I would cane her I asked her if she had ever been caned before. It turned out she hadn't and was a bit apprehensive.

"Well Mady, this will not be a disciplinary caning so only a few strokes will be even a little severe." I said one evening before the initiation ceremony as Mady knelt to fasten the back tab of my stocking. "Lift up your skirt and bend over the chaise and I will give you a few strokes so you can know what to expect."

Mady instantly complied and I saw her lovely pink bottom beneath her quite sheer panties.

"Do you require my panties down Madam?" she asked with a little tremble in her voice.

"Oh, I don't think those will provide much protection but they will protect your skin a little. Ready?"

"Yes Ma'am."

I swung the cane with about a quarter my regular force. A little line appeared on her bottom. "Now, Mady, when I cane you during the ceremony it will be much harder but you will have had a through spanking immediately before hand. A good spanking dulls the nerves quite a lot and I suspect my caning will not hurt much more than this next stroke does."

I increased my back swing and put a little wrist into it.

"Oh Madam." said Mady reflexively rubbing her bottom.

"We'll have none of that Mady." I said mentally making a not to have elliot hold her wrists for her real caning. "Can you cry Mady?"

"Sometimes Madam."

"No, I mean can you work yourself up so that you make yourself cry?"

"Well, yes, sort of. I am not very good at it."

"Then practice with this next stroke." I added a bit more force and was rewarded with a yelp.

"No, Mady. Take that vocalization and force it into tears. Try again."

It took too more strokes and Mady was soaking the chaise with her tears. Far more than my whipping had caused.

"Excellent Mady. Dry your eyes. That really was very good and just what I want."

"You like making me cry?" asked Mady a bit taken aback.

"Not at all Mady. But I know my darling husband and when he sees you cry as I whip you he will immediately and permanently want to protect you. Which is exactly how I want him to feel about you."

Recognition glimmered and Mady threw herself at my feet. "Thank you Madam, you really do want what's best for me."

"Very much, Mady, very much."

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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

If you are a wife who would like to try panty discipline for your husband or a husband who knows he should be in panties you may have blinked at the cost. Would you like him to sleep in a chemise? Or perhaps you would like to remind him of his position with a pretty, feminine, bra? Again, sweet lingerie is expensive which is why we wanted you to know that Amazon.com is having a one day sale on bras, panties and chemises.

Just the basics but a ten pack of pretty cotton panties is only $9.99. A beautifully feminine bra is only $24.00 and a chemise, perfect for bed and corner time, is just $26.00.

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.