My current mistress, Miss Denise, has suggested that I might write to you concerning my background.

I am her prettily attired housemaid, not just a submissive but a fully committed servant. I consider women to be my absolute superiors. I had not been trained to such a belief as a child, or a least not to my knowledge, it is just something that is ingrained deep within me. I feel that I must obey my mistress.

As a young man I tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to find a lady owner. I had a few forays around professional dominatrices, but these proved unfulfilling. I was in my late 20s when I became a bedroom servant to a lady at weekends, but I still had to make a living during the week.

My second mistress expanded my duties to include household tasks. Again it was mostly weekend duty, with some time off from work midweek, holidays and such. I had dabbled with corporal punishment and quite enjoyed it. This mistress, Miss Laura, believed in punishment. She was older than me, and very authoritarian. I would be punished by riding crop for any infraction. I was often made to be at the beck and call of the company when she had friends visiting.

It was at one such function that I came to the attention of Miss Denise. Miss Denise must have liked what she saw, and it was arranged that I would become her servant. My life changed out of all recognition. The first thing that changed was that I was no longer whipped. CP had long since lost its attraction, so I was not sorry. I was introduced to feminine attire. It was the first time that I had ever put on panties in my life, never mind a skirt and stockings. I felt deep humiliation, and briefly thought of suggesting that she might care to spank me instead, but quickly buried that idea. I was initially dressed in just panties and stockings. This was followed in stages by bras, skirts and dresses. I would be addressed in feminine terms and treated well, but as an obvious inferior.

I was taken on shopping trips where I would be expected to take my new panties, dress or whatever to the till and pay for them myself, while Miss watched from a short distance. I am dressed at all times in her house. I must serve guests and answer the door dressed. Miss believes in humiliation in front of others, and initially I hated it but have become addicted to the experience. I still feel humiliation, but am thrilled at the same time. I have become Miss Denise's maid. I now live in her house, still go to work, and am hers at all times. I have now been with Miss Denise for almost ten years. Everyone that knows her also knows about my position. This includes her mother, sister, neighbours, and even the man at the local shop. I am pleased to be her maid, and get tremendous satisfaction out of the situation. I am a lot healthier than I was when with Miss Laura, I now think that Miss Laura could easily have broken my health.

If Miss Denise knows that visitors are coming then she like me to dress in something special. It may be a maid's uniform, school uniform, or sissy baby dress. She may order me to strip to my panties for the amusement of any visiting ladies. If a lady is staying over, then I will be her servant for the duration - how far that goes is up to the lady. It may just be to serve the cocoa.

I am glad to say that Miss Denise is pleased with me, and has no plans to replace me. I have become very devoted to her.
Perhaps one day I will be able to give up outside work and give myself to my beloved 24 hours a day. I have not been physically punished since the day I was released by Miss Laura. While composing this, I have been in my school uniform as Miss said that it may apply my mind in a more studious direction.
Kindest regards,

Will

Thank goodness you got away from Laura - she sounds a very unpleasant woman. A submissive maid needs lots of love and petticoating, not the kind of severe physical punishment that interested Laura. Readers know that I favour petticoat discipline as an act of loving care, and Denise sounds like just the lady for you. All the best for the future to you both.
Susan