New Age Lifestyle

I have considered that and she will be getting a journal for writing for Christmas.

I have been chatting by email with a member of this forum and she had the delightful idea of having my maid share a written account of a day in her life. I had her write it down on paper and then transpose to my laptop to make the task longer for her. I am going to have her start keeping a diary in the new year I think, so this is good practice for that. I asked her to go into detail, although she is not the most descriptive or writers.

Please find below a written account of my maids pathetic day in the life:

I wake up at 6am, my cage in the closet is locked with a timer padlock so it unlocks at that time. I then go to the guest bedroom and get dressed out of my nightie and into one of my maids uniforms, fishnets and high heels. I then start my makeup routine. Miss Tracy likes my make up to be full and spotless, so it takes me around an hour. I don’t particularly like it. It’s emasculating and takes too long.

Once my makeup is done and I am satisfied with how I look in my uniform, I will head down to the kitchen and have my breakfast. My breakfast will be either blended leftovers from the previous night's dinner, a gruel mix, or (once a week) dog food. I have it in a bowl on the floor of the kitchen. If I ever complain about the food (which I try to stop doing now) multiple spoons of hot sauce are added to my next meal.

After breakfast, I clear away and start preparing Miss Tracy and Mr Bradley's breakfast. Once that is ready I will head upstairs and knock on their door, asking them if they would like their breakfast in bed or sit downstairs. For the day I am writing about today they chose to come downstairs. During or after breakfast, Mr Bradley requests his morning blowjob. I then get under the table and pleasure him. Probably the worst part of my day, nothing humiliates me more and I find more awful than sucking his **** whilst my owner and former fiance watches. Miss Tracy normally teases and makes fun of me whilst I do so.

When Mr Bradley has orgasmed I stand and am told of any extra jobs in addition to my chores I need to do during the day such as cleaning the garage, gardening, shopping etc. I am then left to my chores and mostly ignored. If Mr Bradley or Miss Tracy go out, either separately or together, I am not told what they are doing, as I’m told it isn’t important for me to know, unless it is something that would bring me deep humiliation or jealousy, then I am usually called away from my chores and told to kneel at their feet as they tell me where they are going.

If Miss Tracy or Mr Bradley are at home during the day, they have a bell if they need anything and will ring it if they would like a drink, lunch, to use me as a footrest, anything to make their life more pleasurable at my expense.
For the majority of the rest of the day I am left to do my chores. Many chores such as scrubbing floors are made longer with things like toothbrushes to scrub with so that I can’t rush and I am always busy.
At around 4pm I am called by Miss Tracy and told of plans for dinner, whether I must cook or they are going out. For the day in question I knelt at their feet and they told me they were going out for dinner and drinks with my old friends. This is a pastime that Miss Tracy loves and she gets much enjoyment out of the fact I am not allowed to see my friends anymore but she still sees them and has made them her own. It deeply emasculates me and makes me feel jealous and humiliated and she derives extreme pleasure from that.
I was told to have a gruel dinner and to commence my blowjob training until they get back.

Blowjob training is something I do most days. It is where I must kneel in a closet or bathroom with a suction cup dildo stuck to the wall and practice giving a blowjob for an hour at the very minimum, although it is usually more. In this instance, Miss Tracy and Mr Bradley left at 4:30pm and came home at 8:30pm so I was blowjob training for 4 hours. It is tedious, boring, humiliating and makes my jaw ache.

My bed time is 9pm unless I am needed for anything else such as watching whilst my owners make love or Miss Tracy wants to torture me for her amusement. Therefore, when they came home at 8:30 I was immediately told to go and get ready for bed, take off my make up and put on one of my nighties. Miss Tracy and Mr Bradleys evening wasn’t discussed with me but Miss Tracy will most likely rub it in my face what she and my friends got up to whilst I am pleasuring Mr Bradley tomorrow morning.

Once I am ready for bed Miss Tracey puts me in my cage and locks it with the timing lock. I am then left in the dark of the closet to think about my miserable, submissive life in service of the woman I love so dearly, whilst she goes to the living room to cuddle up with her boyfriend and watch TV, or make love in the bedroom. I am often imagining what wonderful things they are doing together in the evenings, that I miss out on.

My alarm will go off early in the morning, and the same day starts again.

This is Tracy again, I hope you enjoyed the read, I certainly enjoyed reading it. It's a great insight into what she goes through and how she feels about it. I love it!

- Miss Tracy

I have to disagree with a point you made here. I don't think men find it humiliating to dress in women's clothing because women are inferior. I think it's simply because it's not what men wear and it's an instant demotion of their masculinity.

I am interested!

Oh I see.

That confused me.

Definitely. I'm going to take her shopping at some point and buy that exact outfit!

I disagree, Christmas is just another day for a sissy. Why should she be treated any differently?