Journals of a Domestic

I've always liked to read fiction written in the style of a personal journal, so I'm thinking about doing a series of journal-type entries which could, eventually, be joined together into a full length book. Keep in mind, this is FICTION, just written from the first person point of view. Naturally, some of my own experiences, research,  and knowledge goes into all of my stories, but generally, it's about 80% made-up fun.

So, if you'd be so kind, dear reader, after you have finished this short "Journal" entry, please leave a comment and let me know what you think.


December 27, 1991

This is only my second day at my new job and I gotta say - it's kind of scary. I knew what I was signing on for, at least I thought I did, but now I'm questioning my decision.  Still, I signed a contract and I'll honor my word. Besides, Sir Steffen has stated over and over again that if he requests something I truly don't want to do, I don't have to. He will simply release me from my contract with no hard feelings.

You see, this all started because I couldn't get a job. Times are tough for a 22 year old woman with a useless degree in Anthropology.  I've got a trust fund, so I don't really need money, but I've got too much pride to sponge off of that. So, I took this job as a "domestic" for Sir Steffen.
 Here's the low-down and dirty of the job.

1. The Uniform.  I am to wear black pumps (3 inch heels) with a lovely ankle strap and a short - very short - black, sleeveless dress which is quite form fitting but also very soft and comfortable. I am not allowed underclothing of any kind unless I'm on the rag, the I must use tampons and wear a g-string. I also wear soft leather bracelets which have small rings attached to their clasps.

2. Appearance.  I am to wear a modest amount of make-up daily, my long, brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and keep my legs, pits and pubic area free from all hair. I can do this by waxing, shaving, or depilatories.

3.  Room.  I was given a small room which is completely mine. In it is a single bed, a dresser and an attached bathroom complete with tub, shower, toilet and sink.

4.  Duties.  I will serve all meals to Sir Steffen and any guests. Further,  keep my own room and bathroom impeccably tidy as well as Sir Steffen's library - which is impressive! - neat, orderly and categorized.  I have also agreed to any and all training - mental, physical or sexual - which Sir Steffen deems necessary for me.

5.  Compensation.  Room, board, full medical benefits, clothing of Sir Steffen's choice, and an allowance of $100.00 a week.

I'm not stupid here. Sir Steffen made himself VERY clear. He is a Dominant fond of  having pretty, submissive women around him. I will be expected to perform sexually for him and he, in turn, will most likely punish me by (according to him) spanking, nipple torture, plugging, gagging, humiliation, or any other means I agree to. In fact, I've already screwed up and paid the price.

This morning, anxious to be on time to serve breakfast, I forgot to put on my make-up - just some lip gloss, a bit of blusher, a dash of eye shadow and a touch of mascara. Not much at all, but I just plumb forgot! As I was pouring Sir's coffee, he looked up at me and sighed. Right away my heart dropped and I knew my mistake. My hand shook, but I managed to keep from spilling the coffee.
With him staring at me, I replaced the pot on the sideboard and stood before him with my hands crossed in front of me, my head down shamefully.

When he told me I had disappointed him, I died a little inside. I have no idea why I want to please this man so much, but I do. Anyway, he also assured me that he understood my mistake was due to the fact that I was new and still learning the ropes - so to speak - of working for him. Still, I needed to be taught that purposeful failure was not an option and would be immediately punished. I nodded and assured him that I understood and would be grateful for his correction.

He scooted his chair away from the table and told me to lie across his lap. I'm so proud of myself for not even hesitating.  This must have pleased him too, because when I was in position, he gave my ass a sweet little pat and murmured something that sounding like "that's a good girl."

After that, though, there was nothing sweet or little. He brought his hand down with a wallop that had me wimpering in no time at all! He ignored my cries and continued to spank me until my ass was ON FIRE!!! Still, I didn't struggle away from him, I just cried and hollered a bit. Finally, he stopped. He just let me cry a little while longer, while her rubbed my back and I calmed down, then he helped me stand. He then told me to go upstairs, put on my make-up and continue with my duties.

Let me tell you - I scurried to do just that. My bottom burned most of the day and when I glanced in a mirror, I saw it was as red as it was hot. The shocking part, I was so aroused I damned near orgasmed!!! I mean, my pussy was positively dripping and my thighs were wet all day, especially when, just before bed, Sir had me lift my skirt so he could check my ass. He said he was quite pleased with the way I had conducted myself then, THEN, he swiped one finger across my slit! I jumped about 10 feet in the air and felt myself juicing again! Sir just laughed, slapped my ass once more, told me I was going to fit in just fine, and to get to bed since tomorrow was another full day.

Tomorrow. I can't wait to see what that brings!