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A servants work is never done
November 3rd 2011
The wonderful thing about Me, Me, Me is actually being Me, Me, Me. Or, more precisely do I prefer to be Me, the Bitchy Boss, or Me, the School Governess, or Me, the well you get the picture My little playthings of an idle hour. I love role play as students of my site know (and I know how assiduously you study My site) and yesterday one of My playthings had asked if I could be the Lady of the Manor. Mmm, delicious, and an easy role for Me to slip into as I am used to the finer things in life.
I had told My minion to clean the drawing room of My little country place and that I would be back in an hour or so. I am a Woman who likes a natural order of things so my minion was dressed suitably. I had him wearing fishnet stockings, heels (lovely to watch My playthings totter as they work) and a little lace pinny around his waist and set him to work.
I know you’re all thinking that I came back to inspect his work. How utterly conventional of you, surely you know by now that I like to bring a bit of wit and imagination to everything I do.
I didn’t inspect his work; instead I came back with two of My Friends, the divine Miss Darcy and the exquisite Glaminatrix to allow them to do the inspection. My servant had obviously heard Us talking in the hall and looked terrified when I opened the door, he was blushing and stammering, he hadn’t expected this. Here he was, dressed as a half naked maid and three beautiful Women coolly appraising him, and worse, smiling and enjoying Themselves at his discomfort.
We ladies wanted to share the pleasure of using My squirming plaything so My two Friends inspected the cleanliness of the room while I picked up a riding crop. My Friends were soon finding fault with My servant’s work and each fault garnered the little man a lashing with My crop. By the time We had finished he was raw.
After this I took off his pinny and told him to serve Us afternoon tea. he scurried to and fro now in just his stockings and heels while My Friends passed comments on him, his body and his work, none of it was flattering and we spent a happy afternoon enjoying Our tea and humiliating My little servant. Miss Darcy wondered if I could spare him for some gardening work at Her place. As She lives in London and the only ‘garden’ She has is a window box facing out on to the street I had to agree. My servant moaned and quivered at this, but I know he will do it. I will get Miss Darcy to tell Me all about it. Perhaps I’ll tell you all about it in a future diary entry.
Till next time My devoted sissies, subbies and cuckies,
Miss Antonia Davenshaw