A Day in the Life of Maid Marcia

Madame’s alarm went and i waited patiently while she turned it off.  “Would you like a cuddle?” I carefully asked and to my joy she responded positively, spooning into my back and saying how lovely and warm i was as her hand snaked down and cupped my genitals snugly hidden in my panties.

In my imagination Madame said that she didn’t have to go to work early today and that i could massage her feet while she snoozed. No further encouragement was necessary and slipping my gown on i moved to the end of the bed and with massage oil at the ready proceeded to carefully peel back the covers to reveal one of her beautiful feet. 

After massaging both feet i carefully moved up her legs until i was massaging her thighs.  This was a risk i knew, but it seemed like a good chance.  Carefully i reached into Madame’s bedside drawer and retrieved her vibrator.  First i used it on her feet and legs, working my way back up to her pantie covered crotch.  It was so nice to touch her so intimately and i was getting quiet excited, but she suddenly shocked me by pulling aside her knickers so her sex was fully displayed to me – a rare and wonderful sight.  Letting her enjoy the attentions of the vibrator for a while i imagined it was a real man who was pleasuring her, but finally i worked up the resolve to ask her if i could lick her pussy, something i love doing, but rarely get the chance.

Madame told me to wait while she went to the bathroom.

When she returned she had left her knickers off and proceeded to lie down so i could lick her precious pussy.  The slight sent of her lingering urine was a turn on, but it was soon supplanted by her juices as they mixed with my salvia, causing me to pause and gulp down all i could.  I know her juices held lots of female hormones, but that was a risk i was more than happy to take and continued to lap, lick and suck away until Madame had first one and then two wonderful orgasms.  Pausing i asked if i was better at giving her orgasms than her boyfriend (my pet name for her vibrator) and she said yes, but only with your tongue.

Sadly things had to stop there as i had chores to perform and Madame still had to go to work.  In my dressing gown i tidied up my face before going into the kitchen where i put away the dishes, made Madame a cup of tea and prepared her breakfast and that for the other family members including her pets.  When that was done i had my own simple breakfast and left the family to enjoy a period of quality time. 

As i ate my breakfast and checked things on my computer i thought how lucky i was that Madame allowed me to share her bed.  It would be simple for her to put me in the spare room or even the closet as she had sometimes teased or playfully threatened me.  Of course the spare room would be my fate if she ever did feel like sharing her bed with a real man, something that is of course totally within her rights.  One thing i know is sissy husbands have no rights, but that sissy maids have lots of responsibilities.

Time gets away and i am called to service.  Quickly i throw on some ugly male clothes and perform the morning taxi service, but it doesn’t take long and i am soon home and can attended to my chores after having a shower, carefully shaving my little bits so they look cute and wishing i could be rid of the rest of my nasty body hair.  Still warm from the shower i complete my exercise and stretching regime imagining that one day i might be really supple and slender.

Today is a very special day. For a number of reasons, one of which i won’t go in to involved the creation of a tasty snack which i duly consumed.  The most important reason was that it was maid day.  Before Madame had left for the day i had told her it was maid day and that i would be cleaning the house.  She said good and i am sure she knew i would be performing my maid duties as Marcia and would be properly attired, or well i hope she did as i am.  Yes, a very special reason is that i have been told to tell my story of a day in the life of maid Marcia and of course i can’t very well do that if i am not dressed for the part.

The only challenge is i have to write my story while dressed as Marcia, but at the same time do all my chores.  Oh dear.  How am i going to fit all that in?

Luckily there was only one load of washing to hang out.

Rather than take my usual morning coffee break reading a book, i took my flat white (which is my coffee of preference when i’m Marcia as it is a cruel jibe at my flat chest, sniff.  But better than having a long black...  hee hee, giggle, giggle.  Blush.  What am i thinking?)  Oh my, it can be hard to concentrate.  Anyway, while having my coffee i started my story.

When i was preparing the washing i noted there was some ironing to do.  There is not much ironing, just two school shirts, so this was a treat as you can guess who would be doing the ironing.  Yes me, maid Marcia.  i must remember to tell Madame that i have ironed them as she is sure to tease me about it in some way.

Ironing should make a good photo opportunity and i set everything up and took a picture using the timer.  When i had finished i checked the photo only to find it was, well, rubbish.  Oh dear.  Maybe a photo of me checking to see if the washing is dry?  Good idea i thought and duly set it up.  Not bad. And yes, they are my pink panties and they were the ones that can be just seen in a photo associated with the Sellotape task.  On the line were two more shirts and they were dry enough to iron and so i brought one in and set up another photo.  Much better, but now i realised i had done three of the four shirts and so i had better do the last one.  Oh my.  My poor aching feet after standing ironing for half an hour on the hard slate floor while wearing high heels...  I rather enjoyed it.

Would i still say that after the vacuuming was done?  Probably the most important task i had to do today and one i was determined to do while still appropriately dressed.  But first a bite for lunch.

One of the good things about being Marcia is that she likes to diet.  She wants to be a skinny bitch in the kitch.  This is something that gets her in trouble with Madame who doesn’t like her losing too much weight, so i don’t think i am every going to have a nice figure.  Lunch by the way was a small sweet potato pie, an apple and glass of water.  There was some leftover fired rice to have, but that can wait till another day.

Strangely i’m not that hungry, maybe it was the protein shake i had earlier?  It was a real treat.  I don’t know if it will be a rare treat or a common occurrence or both.  What i do know is that it is now firmly fixed in my little mind.

Vacuuming...

It has to be done.  And as i’m dressed as a maid i guess i’m the best person to do it.  “Let me be your vacuum cleaner, sucking up your dust”.  Hmmm, best not let my little mind wander in that direction.

Oh dear this is not like me at all.

At this stage i had to stop writing and get on with my chores as by the time i would have them finished i would have used up all my Marcia time for the day.  Thank heavens i had another day up my sleeve, eh, in my closet.  And so now i’m Marcia as secretary completing my story, although i still has some domestic chores to complete and one interruption to contend with.

The vacuuming was endless!  Hall, study, lounge, kitchen, main bedroom, bathroom and laundry, paying particular attention to the skirting boards which required me to constantly bend down or crouch down to change vacuum attachments.  To top it off, and as if my poor feet weren’t sore enough, i decided to mop the kitchen floor as well.

Afternoon taxi service and then start dinner (asparagus soup), wash up, prepare drinks for Madame and watch some family TV.  Then it was early to bed, but what would it be like if it was just Madame and i home alone, if say the other family members had a sleep over at friends or something?

Madame came home from work and commented favourably on the state of her house.  With a little curtsey i said thank you and asked if Madame would like a drink.  White wine was the order and i prepared that while Madame got changed from her business clothes into something more casual.  This is a part of being her maid i don’t like, she is never or at any rate only briefly, ever dressed up when we are together.  She gets dressed special for other people, but not poor little me who never gets to see her in stockings, skirts, sheer blouses or high heels.  Never mind, i am lucky that for her casual is still pretty smart.

While she enjoyed her wine and read her book i busied myself tidying up her clothes and preparing dinner.  Madame wished to have soup tonight and so i picked out one i knew was her favourite.  It was simple to do, but i kept to the kitchen so Madame could enjoy some time alone which i know she really appreciates even though i long to be in her presence.

After serving her dinner i was surprised when she told me to wait.  She had me stand by while she finished her soup so i could take away the dish and tray, no matter that my dinner was getting cold (although not dreadfully so as i had put the soup in a warmer).  Just standing there, waiting quietly on this wonderful, powerful, intelligent and beautiful woman sent shivers up my spine.

When she was finished i was dismissed and told to take my dinner in my study, but that i could join her later after i had washed up.  “Thank you, Madame” i happily replied, sensing that she was in a good mood and that we might have some special time together.

Once the dishes were dried and put away and the kitchen was all neat and tidy, i reported back.  Madame had picked a program to watch, however she wanted me to give her feet a pedicure and massage.  i was in heaven.  First i soaked and scrubbed and then licked and sucked until her feet were lovely and clean.  Then i was told to apply nail polish to her lovely toenails, a rich burgundy colour – not to my tastes i admit, i’m a simple bright red girl when it comes to nail polish.  After a second coat had fully dried, i spent the rest of the time until her program finished massaging her feet.

Then it was time for bed.  Madame had a hot shower first to relax her while i put away the pedicure things and again tidied up her clothes and got ready for bed as well (simple pink nightie). Would i get lucky?

Just as i was about to ask if Madame required any oral pleasure she told me that this morning had been good, but not long enough and that i was to be a good girl and get back to licking her pussy or anything else she might provide.  Oh my, i was indeed, very, very lucky.

Madame just relaxed as i let my lips, tongue and mouth worship her pussy until she had one orgasm, another orgasm, a third orgasm, and... Oh i was so excited.  i wish i could have one to.

Madame turned over and raised her bottom up by dragging her legs under her, spread so her bottom cheeks parted and let me glimpse her rose bud.  i knew she expected me to kiss it, but not just a light kiss, little flick with the tongue or even a French kiss, she expected a good old fashioned snog.  So i did, revealing in worshipping her most divine orifice as if i had just made first base with my childhood sweetheart and we were making out for the first time.  Oh my, i was in heaven snogging my wife’s arsehole.

“Enough!” Madame commanded or more correctly purred.  “Time to go to sleep.”  Quickly i rearranged the bed covers and dashed to clean my face and teeth.  i so wanted to cum, but was afraid she would be asleep before i got back.  Snuggling into bed i couldn’t help but ask “Please Madame can i have an orgasm?”  i know i’m not supposed to ask, but i had to.

“Well...” Madame said sleepily.  “You’ve been a very good maid...”  Oh my, she is going to say yes.

“But...” she went on slowly.  “Orgasms are very special.”  Instantly i agreed with her.

“And really dear, only women have true orgasms, naughty boys just spurt and make a mess and i don’t want you making a mess.”

“Yes, Madame” I said dejectedly, trying to hide my disappointment, pouting for all the good it would do me in the dark.  Then i had an idea.  “But Madame, i’m not really a boy.”

“You’re not a man, you mean.” She interrupted, but more playful than sarcastic, i think she knew what i was trying to say.

“Yes, Madame, so maybe as i’m more a girl i can still have an orgasm?”  Ever optimistic.

“Well, let’s think...”  The pause was agonising.  “You are a fake girl, a pretend girl, so, you can have a pretend orgasm.  A fake one!”  Madame was most pleased with herself.  She cuddled into me holding me tight so i couldn’t move.  “Come on Marcia, show me you love me.  Let me know you’re satisfied with our love making by faking an orgasm.  Come on, nobody well know expect you, I will think you’ve cum, I won’t notice the absence of a mess, i don’t mind, plus you won’t have to sleep in the wet spot.” As Madame chuckled and cooed i moaned and groaned and did my best at pretending to have an orgasm.

Madame’s last words as she went to sleep were that pretends are fun and that i must do it more often for her.

Mistress Eleanor Trains me For my Owner

It’s 5:30 on a Winter’s evening, and i’m leaving work, catching a bus home,  as usual.  A voice i know comes from behind me, “Hey tiffy, where are you headed?”

i freeze. Only Mistress Eleanor calls me that.  Even my owner calls me “cucky”,  “slave”, or sometimes “sissy slut”  since She turned from wife to Owner.

i turn, fearing the worst, and sure enough, here She is, head cocked, an eyebrow raised, a slight smile on Her face.

“Er, “ i stammer, “i’ m headed home, Mistress,” i whisper.  i glance round hoping nobody from work is witnessing this.

She shakes Her head.

“No, get in the van,” She orders, and points at a Transit van parked across the road, the back doors open.

“My wife will be expecting me,” i start, but She cuts me off.

“No She isn’t.  Never call Her that again, and NEVER argue with Me.  Now get in.”

i’ ve seen that look before, so i cross the road and climb in the rear of the van.  It has one seat with a seat belt on it, And Mistress follows me in and sits down, locking the door behind me.

“Strip,” She commands, so i do, putting my clothes in a box.  Of course i’ m already wearing my chastity device, panties and hold-up stockings under my suit, so i leave these on.

“Kneel,” She commands; i do.  “So I have this letter from Your Owner…. “ She scans down it.  “This is the relevant part, ‘ …. So as I will be away in the countryside for a few days with the two Anderson brothers, I could do with You taking  the sissy away for training……’  And then She goes on to ask for a few specific bits of training.  So welcome to the Short Break from Hell.”

“W W WWhat about work?” i stammer.

“You’ll be phoning in sick. Now kneel down and clean my boots.”

We drive for a while as i tongue the mud of Her boots.  i’ m pretty sure she’s  been walking about in a field on purpose.

We arrive, and now wearing a pair of stupidly high heels i’ m pushed out of the van, and into Her house.

She shows me into a room- it is small with a single bed.  It has no bedding on it, just a bare mattress. The door has been removed.  Some lingerie and a maid’s outfit, and a wig are hanging up.

“Change,” she orders, and i get dressed.

She watches me, and clips a lead to my CB6000s. She walks, and i follow, to a room where i can apply makeup and false, painted nails.

“Come here if You need to freshen up,” She tells me.

“But now, its time to be a maid.  Clean this house. Properly.”

She turns on Her heel and leaves.

It’s around 7:30, and i begin my cleaning.  The house is spotless, but i know better than to skimp- i clean everything, windows, skirting boards, i vacuum, i dust.

i clean the toilets, the sinks.

Mistress inspects.

“you’re getting better at this tiffy,” She says.  “Your Owner will be pleased. 

Now, it’s nearly midnight, and You have a long day ahead of You, so it’s bed.  But you’ll be thirsty.”

i know what is coming, and shortly i am kneeling on the bathroom floor, drinking Her pee through a funnel as it squirts from Her.

“You need to practice hard with drinking tiffy- I don’t want to hear you gagging.”

i sleep fitfully, on a bed with no covers; i hear someone stop outside the door and look in, then go on along the landing

The alarm goes off at 6.   Naturally.

i am hungry, as i had no dinner last night, and only pee to drink.

i rise, dress as a maid, and go to the kitchen.  Where i wait, kneeling.  And wait. And wait.

Eventually She arrives, and allows me some dry toast and a glass of water.  The bread has been deliberately left lying around, and has mould on it.

After i make Her a real breakfast, i am given a new set of clothes- a P.A.s outfit, white blouse, black pencil skirt.

And a large butt plug.  Obviously.

i’ m to answer the phone, and emails, and do some work on Twitter. i’ m informed that i will be working as a P.A. for my Owner in the near future, so i need to practice my skills.

i phone in sick.  i’ m not convinced they believe me.

People call Mistress, but some hang up when they hear my voice.  They don’t want to talk to a man.

The door bell rings.

“Well answer it You pathetic wanker,” She tells me “it’s my 11 O’Clock. And show him through to the equipment room.”

There is a young, girlish man at the door, and His eyes open widely when i answer.  “Come in, please it’s this way.  Don’t worry Mistress Eleanor is here.”

He follows me nervously down the hall, and i leave him.

An hour later, Mistress comes and asks me to join Her.  And, as it turns out, him.  he is strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross, dressed in lingerie, and made up.

“It turns out that amber here is a lesbian,” She tells me. “And you like girls too don’t you tiffy?”

“Yes Mistress,” i reply, fearing what is about to happen.

“Well she’s just asked if she can have relief, and i thought, ‘Why not?.’  Tiffy can sort her out.  So get on your knees and prove that you can suck like a real sissy.

i kneel down, and suck her sissy clitty…….. i gag a little, but eventually she comes suddenly, in my mouth and on my face.

“Leave us now,” She tells me, and i go back to work.  i know better than to wipe the cum from my face, and it dries there, in streaks.

Later, i am changed into my maid’s outfit, and i clean the house again.

i make Mistress dinner.  She takes the scraps and balances them on the rim of the toilet.  There is a cigarette end that She has just smoked stuck in the food.  And the toilet has not been flushed, deliberately.

i eat the dinner carefully, cleaning the toilet rim with my tongue as well as i can.

Shortly after it is bed time again.

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The second day starts the same; early start, mouldy breakfast.

But there is a change of emphasis.  Today i need to improve my cock sucking following “..that pathetic effort yesterday….”

So i kneel, strapped over a bench, and suck a realistic dildo, being told how to suck the balls, lick round the glans.

i’ m allowed a short break, and then put back to the same job, but in a slightly different position.

i quickly find out why.  Mistress fucks my arse with a strap on, while i blow the dildo.  She gives it everything, and i feel like i’ ll be knocked clean out of the straps holding me down.

Apparently as my Owner likes to have two men cuckold me at once She has asked for me to be taught what it’s like to be “spit roasted.”  The answer is painful and humiliating, of course.

Three men are here to session today.  i show two in, but see nothing more of them.

The third is a fat hairy late middle aged man.  Naturally, he’s the one who accepts the offer from Mistress of a blow job from the “stupid sissy slut maid and urinal.”

i get  his pubes stuck in my mouth, but not to worry, because he also gets to piss in my mouth, washing them away. 

i help him dress, and show him to the door.  Even though he’s here for domination, he’s still one rung above me on the ladder of submission.  “Thanks for the blow job you fucking faggoty girly pervert,” he breathes to me as he leaves. “I’ll be asking for you next time i’m here.”  He sneers, nastily, and walks off down the road.

Next time…. Oh Lord.

i have cum and pee on my blouse now.  But my makeup is immaculate, because i know that i must re-apply whenever it’s needed.

Then i get a bit of CBT. Nothing special.  Candle wax.  A couple of knees to the balls.  Nettles.  Lots of nettles, all over my balls, and pushed through the CB6000s onto my cock.

It stings.

Under the balls seems to hurt worst, although i have my nipples attacked with them too, and then some are shoved up my arse, which is already stinging from my rogering.

i prepare a meal for myself under direction.

There are a number of tins with no labels, and i have to pick 3.

Two are easy to recognise.  Tinned peaches and spaghetti.  The third is harder to work out, but it’s some kind of meat, and by Her evil grin i’ m guessing it was meant for a hairy pet of some kind.

As usual, it’s one pot cooking, stirred all together, then eaten directly from the floor.  i do my best to clean the floor with my tongue, but eventually i have to get a mop.

Some deportment training follows.

i walk up and down the hallway and front room with a book on my head, practicing my hip swaying.  Every time i lose the book i get caned on my bare backside.  After an hour it’s red raw, and painful.  Just a touch hurts, and i find myself close to tears.  Must be the hormone pills.

Then i just have to stand in my French outfit, holding a sign that reads “Maid station Number 1.”

It seems like forever. 

Then two of Mistress’s men friends turn up.

She asks them if they want blow jobs, but they say that they’re not gay, so instead they have a beer, and stand around calling me names, “fucking little queer,”  “sissy cocksucker,”  “slutty wanker,,,” and so on.  They allow me to serve them beer, and one laughs that “she makes a good waitress, I’ll give her that.  The stupid little bitch.”  i could cry.  Really.

They leave, but are replaced by three female friends of Mistress, asked round specifically for tea.

i serve them drinks and cake.

i am allowed a drink of tea made in a shoe, and a small piece of cake, mashed up and spat on, loudly and repeatedly by them all.

And then, as the evening wears on, and they prepare to go, Mistress suddenly brandishes a key.  And undoes my chastity, which is a surprise.

i am given a wine glass with a little water in it, and to the general jeers and encouragement of Her friends i wank into the glass.

“Drink, drink, drink,” they chant, and as i swallow the lot, they cheer, and a couple of them take photos with their mobile phones.  “Straight on Twitter with that,” one says.

They leave, and i clear away the tea things.  i imagine it’s time for me to clean the whole house again.

But no.

“Follow me,” She commands, and we go out into the darkness. i’ m pushed into the back of the van, ball gagged, tied up, blindfolded, and left alone.

The van drives for a while and then stops.

The doors open, and my bonds and gag are removed, the blindfold remains.

“Out.” i’ m half pulled, half shoved out of the van, and i find myself standing on a hard surface.

“Wait,” She says.

i hear the van start up

“Bye.  Say Hi to Your Owner for me,” She says through the open window of the van as it drives off.  i panic, and rip off the blindfold.  i am on the street outside my house, dressed as a maid, in impossibly high heels.

i totter as fast as i can up the path, trying to ignore whichever neighbours i can see coming along the pavement.  As i reach the front door i catch a peek through a crack in the curtains.

My Owner is on the sofa, being fucked hard by one of the Anderson brothers.  The other one is sitting in a chair, naked, drinking a can of beer.

But the neighbours are almost at my house, and i dare not look round in case we make eye contact and recognise each other.

i have no option.

i open the front door and totter in; in the front room my Owner is gasping rhythmically while the stud on top of her grimaces and thrusts harder.

The man in the chair grins at me.  “About time you got here.”

Another long night i think.