Maid to Serve: The Lesbian Billionaire

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There with a short note attached to the collar written in Miss Osbourne's distinctive hand writing….. This is my first real entry. Sir has had me start blogging this to document my experiences in very heavy latex-centric restriction and submission now that I can stay at home and in rubber all the time. We haven't moved on to sleeping in the vac bed for full nights yet. I have dropped off to sleep in it or in my inflatable body suit on occassion after a heavy bondage session, but never for a full night.

My story starts many years ago when as student in my twenties I lived in London….on my way home from college one day I passed a local corner shop when my eye was dawn to a beautifully hand written postcard pinned to the local services notice board in the window….it read Retired Professional Lady seeks Part Time Cleaner... uniform and training will be provided. From the leather case she produced a small neat white apron and tied it tightly round my waist...and with the final addition of a white mop hat which she placed firmly on my head the dressing process was complete.

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The next task was to polish the furniture in the study….the cleaning bag contained a tin of bee’s wax polish and a number of yellow dusters…..I carefully cleared the desk top and put a vase of flowers that was on the desk carefully onto the floor.

While we are not religious, Sir and i do keep Christmas. We enjoy a tree and having family come in and presents and lights and all the trimmings. I suppose we are celebrating the solstice as much as anything...the turning of the year and the return of longer days. Sir and I have always been interested in ethnic costume and the fetish possibilities in them. For example, I have a red rubber kimono, a rubber karmeez, and a rubber burqa. Recently he had me adopt a very strict discipline with respect to public dress. I am now required to completely cover my body, face and hands in public and I am not allowed to speak in public anymore. To accomplish this, I wear the rubber burqa over my usual rubbber dress or suit and I am gagged under it. That means dressing, speaking, and walking like a female, as well as wearing and carrying the appropriate attire. I followed the slim figure along the hall way into a side room which looked like a traditional school study I followed her in…. The walls of the small were covered with framed photographs of school groups. A sturdy wooden desk took central position with a large wooden wardrobe standing in the corner . Many of my girls are grateful to me for showing them the errors of their ways by making them wear this wonderful garment while they received punished….and now…. I would like you to wear it Joanna so I can show you the error’s of your ways…. so please get undressed”

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You are doing well Joanna...but just keep your eye focused the spot on the floor where you spilt the flowers”…..the rest of the punishment punishment continued ….the pain was only made only manageable by the sensation of the cold rubber against my skin….finally the last stroke was administered. We went shopping several times last weekend and this week. During all of these trips, I was in full enclosure and covered by the latex burqa.

We've lived in the Dallas area for many years, but moved to the UK for a few years in the 80's. While there, we became much more involved in the emerging rubber scene and even had the opportunity to meet and learn from John Sutcliffe. But now, I can't show my face or body in public. To facilitate this, Sir has me wear a burqa in public. The first one he got me was an authentic, Afghani blue georgette burqa with all the pleats and the little perforated panel in front. I got used to wearing it with normal clothes under neath, then with latex underneath. I had to learn how to keep it closed around me while walking. It's actually a hoot. Poeple stare, but they don't say anything. it makes me feel very protected and safe. A sissy maid is in the employ of mistress so being respectful should be both to mistress and guests invited to the house. Finally, he wants to test intubing endurance and I am to be cathetered for up to a month if I can tolerate it, with the catheter being changed every two days. I love the feel of being cath'd, but I don't know if I can take it for a month..and I worry about infections.One day a large parcel arrived…. attached to it was a letter from a firm of solicitor….it read I’m sorry to inform you but Miss D. Osbourne passed away on the 20th June but one of her last requests that she wished you should have the enclose contents. The sex party fundamentally helped me realise my own sexuality too: I don’t find sex, in and of itself, sexy. What turns me on, seemingly, is the intimacy of the heat of the moment of being irresistible to someone else. Having a baying audience of masked watchers would not spice up my performance. If anything, I’d further wilt under the lights. Her mistress will desire quality from the work, and poor quality work is synonymous with not being obedient. These included the parlor maid, the waitress, and the chambermaids. All these maids were allocated different jobs and were responsible for various jobs. The Parlour Maid

I am agreeing to all this for the usual reasons...I love him, I'm his sub and I love to please him. We've just never had the opportunity to push the endurance and lifestyle this much, but since I am no longer employed and can just stay at home, it makes for a great opportunity. Also, I am setting an example for maid.The wishes of her mistress come before thoughts of her own, and her true duty is to understand what is being asked of her, and put her best effort into a task. A sissy maid should find out the standards that the mistress requires in these matters and project manners that are becoming of her position. Would you have time come for an interview this evening and perhaps if you are happy with my terms you can start straight away”….I agreed and the arrangement was made to see her that evening. Our son is a rubberist as well. He's 25 now and came out to us a few years ago after he graduated university. As I said, Sir and I have worn street rubber for decades, never saying anything about it as a fetish. he was used to what he used to call my "shiny" clothes that I wore on weekends and in the evening. so, when he showed up for a visit a few years ago in latex jeans and t shirt and explained that he was into it as well, we all just shrugged and moved on. We didn't discuss his sexual proclivities or ours ... just our respective fahion sense.