Maid to Serve: The Lesbian Billionaire

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When we go out now, I have to wear it over my other latex clothing. Now I had done this a few times in Dallas and it's OK...no one ever really looks at you that much even though the burqa is latex, not silk. But now I am to be hooded and gagged under it as well. That ups the ante a bit on scary. I don't know what will happen if someone soemhow figures out how bound and restricted i am underneath. 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.

I pressed the door bell... no response….I press the door bell again still no response...but just as I turning to go away the door opened. A voice echoed from the darkness of a long hallway. 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.

It was around 12.30am when I returned to the dancefloor, which had mostly been cleared. I looked to my left and saw a man with his finger deeply inserted in another woman’s anus, so I decided it was time to go. The prim side of me hoped he had hand sanitiser before he touched anyone else.

Her mistress will desire quality from the work, and poor quality work is synonymous with not being obedient. Wearing rubber is not mundane, but it is normal. Of course, I have just begun to wear it exclusively and there is still a definite frisson of fear and excitement when I have to go outside. I don't have a problem being fully enclosed in the house. It just feels comfortable. I've been wearing full enclosure suits for many hours most evenings for the past couple of years, so the extended time has not been that hard to get used to. Maid wears a rubber uniform around the house but she has never been required to be encased and sealed for more than a few hours during a play scene. She doesn't know if she can take it. So I intend to show her that her mistress can take it, there fore she should be able to. Well John I should explain I was really looking for a young lady for the post of cleaner but I am willing to give you trial if you don’t mind wearing a uniform….”There with a short note attached to the collar written in Miss Osbourne's distinctive hand writing….. 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. The parlor maid was kept in the household mainly in place of the single footman. Thus the duties performed by the parlourmaid would be the same as his. The parlor maid would have various duties like opening the door to visitors and guiding them to the drawing room, setting the table for breakfast, luncheon or dinner, clearing them away, bringing the afternoon tea and similar details. Sir and I have found that very thin latex is the least reactive. My transparent latex is very thin (and fragile) and for this new experiment in 24/7 enclosure, I am taken out of my full enclosure suits and bathed at least once, sometimes twice a day.

Dark posted some queries to my last article. I thought I would answer them here rather than in another comment to that article. 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. I hesitated ....at this point I had half a mind to leave the room but there was something compelling about this mysterious lady... 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. Sat on the Elizabeth Line with some very drunk office workers, my heels now in my hand, I thought about what on earth I just witnessed at my first sex party.I have, for the past 25 years, worn SOME latex every day. For the last 10 years I have slept in latex night gowns and and under latex sheets. For the last 6 years we have owned a vacuum bed and I occassionally sleep all night in it. I responded in a flurry of words saying that I was interested in the advertised position of cleaner. ….I explained that as a student I was looking for some part time work. 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. Sir prefers me to be in a catsuit under clothes or to wear one of the full enclosure suits, but he doesn't require it all the time or all day...he knows my limits and doesn't want me to ruin my skin or develop an allergy. Nothing much happened while shopping with Sir. I actually saw two other women dressed in Muslim dress (but not in burqas) and they gave me some odd looks, but we just passed each other by. Sir would steer me into a shop, hold up an item or two or I would point something out and he would finally take it up and pay for it. I just stood a few feet behind him and acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. The clerks in the department stores gave me some curious glances, but the clerks in the more upscale boutiques seemed to hardly notice I was there.

What this has meant is that I am fully trained in just about every rubber ritual imaginable. Sir is very willing to experiement with me. And I am very willing to participate. Watch every episode of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on Binge. Get a 14-day free trial. Sign up at binge.com.auThe maid should not offer her own opinions on anything unless specifically asked. The Sissy Maid Must Be Duty Focused