Standing before me, begging me to allow you into my service of maid
training. Your eyes take in a vision of ultimate feminine beauty, a
superior mistress. Totally overwhelmed, you cannot avert your gaze. As
you look upon me, from the perfection of my immaculately coiffured hair
and the impact of my bright red lipstick to the extravagantly
high-heeled Christian Louboutin shoes on my feet and the silken black
stockings encasing my magnificent legs, you are in breathless awe of all
you see. My corseted, perfectly formed body compels you: I am beginning
to command your every thought. As a mistress commands her maid. Your
maid training is now about to begin.
You see before you an elegant mistress who overcomes all that you
have been, dominates all that you are, and prepares you through maid
training for all that you will become, utterly devoted to me. Will you
take the step you know that you must now take? I sense that you are
trembling. Not just fearful of the consequences of displeasing me, of
being banished from my presence. You tremble because you are aroused by
me. You cannot hide your arousal from me. All you desire is before you;
and your most fervent wish is to serve me in maid training. I understand
your desires and needs. I see deep into your innermost thoughts, into
You want and need discipline so much. Discipline in service to me is
all you desire, all you want to know throughout your maid training. You
will be my maid, serving me and only me. I shall lead you step by step
towards that service, as you give yourself to me entirely. You will
treasure every moment of your maid training. You know that you are
wholly within my power, and that thought, that understanding excites
you, pushes you to the edge. I have presented you with the illusion of a
decision. But, knowing you so well, in reality I have given you no
choice at all. You will obey me at every point of your maid training.
Maid training will never end: because I
demand perfection and no maid will ever be
perfect. You will be ready to serve me body
and soul. Always. You will give all that you
have, all that is within you to me
throughout your maid training. There are
many kinds of maid: a kitchen maid assisting
the cook; a parlour maid with a host of
menial tasks; a laundry maid washing and
ironing; a chamber maid tending to the
bedrooms. So how will I train you: what will
your duties be? You are too dear to me for
trivial duties. You - my pet, my bitch, my
whore - you will be a very special maid. The
most intimate maid of all: a lady's maid. My
very own personal lady's maid. So you will
have very special maid training with my
I am a dominant strict mistress. I may
decide to humiliate you into forced sissy
maid training, designed personally by me
just for you as a pretty sissy maid. You
know you need so very much to be dominated
by a beautiful, strong woman as your maid
training progresses and shapes your mind as
well as your body. You will be cross-dressed
and a magical forced feminization
transformation will occur. I shall dress
you: you will wear the most feminine
lingerie, the most attractive make up and
wigs, the most delightful maids’ uniforms.
Every one of my beautiful preened little
pink poodles succumbs to me. I will apply
your make up in such a way that you just
won’t recognise yourself my little sissy
You will not resist your maid training
because you will love every blissful moment
of it. Your maid training will allow you to
see and experience for yourself the most
feminine secrets of my boudoir. You will be
close, so very close to me. I may allow you
to help me choose my lingerie and lay them
out ready for me. Holding in your hands so
carefully the delicate satin and silk and
lace, the deliciously seductive corsets, of
which I own many. Panties and stockings
which you know soon will touch so gently the
most intimate arts of my body. You might be
permitted to prepare my bath: ensuring that
it is exactly the right temperature as you
touch the water which will soon cover my
Oh dear I am sure you all know the
infamous Sissy Maid Caroline, here she is
during maid training
You will become totally intoxicated with the power of my scent, breathing in
deeply my perfume. However, you will never lose your head: always ready to
do my bidding. Preparing my Assam tea, just as I like it. Complimenting me
on my elegance and beauty, just as and when I wish. But always making sure
that your appearance is just as your mistress demands of you. In my service,
you may be an exquisitely uniformed French maid or a fluffy sissy lady’s
maid, dressed in frills and satin. You will need my maid training if you are
to understand and to fulfil your duties and responsibilities. And you will
take that maid training very seriously.
I will not accept second best from any sissy maid in my service, or from my
lady's maid. And I shall teach you in your maid training how to wear your
uniform correctly, how to walk, how to talk. How to serve my tea, how to
curtsy. And so much more. Oh yes, you will learn many private secrets of my
boudoir. But woe betide the maid who betrays those secrets. When you please
me in your maid training, you will be overjoyed, purring with pleasure. But
if you displease me, then you know that you must face the consequences.
Whatever punishment I decide is right for you will be deserved.
And you will accept that punishment willingly, freely – knowing that it
pleases me to correct your faults. And, yes, my poor sweet maid, in your
training you know that you will have many faults with which I shall need to
deal. But there will also be moments of intense happiness such as you have
never known. The moment for any indecision has already passed. You now are
ready for maid training. So how will you take the next important step? Ask
me for permission to serve me personally in my boudoir, in my chambers. You
will find every feminine delight ready to transform you.
I have an incredible and gorgeous selection of maids’ outfits, maids’
dresses, dozens of exquisite fluffy, frilly, fantastic petticoats with yards
and yards of luxurious frivolous crinoline, tight-lacing corsets, wigs,
stockings are all the fabulous order of the day in my maid training. A
special maid training school may be booked for those eager to learn how to
please and serve me. However, as soon as you pass through my door, into my
boudoir, into my chambers, you will no longer be allowed any choices. I will
be in total control. You will obey me and I shall force you to wear whatever
I decide is best for you.
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Strict Mistress and her Pretty Maids all in a Row
Maids admitted to my boudoir and who serve their strict mistress in maid
training will be tight-laced into corsets: my maids wear only the very best
boned corsetry, made by Vollers. I have at more than twenty in various colours
and sizes. Imagine now the feeling as those laces are drawn tighter and tighter
giving you a feeling of delicious breathlessness. And of course, my little
poodle maid training bitches, loving every second with their strict mistress,
nothing else will do for my girls except the best silk and satin lingerie. Baby
pink, raven black or cerise for maid training: such feminine colours. You will
wear marabou mules or five-inch court shoes, so you may teeter around me, making
sure your strict mistress is completely satisfied at every stage of your maid
training. Mary-Jane shoes are of course another option.
You will be a prissy sissy maid, a forced sissy; and do
you know something? You will love every fabulously feminine second of it.
But, oh my pretty sweet girls, don’t think all of your time will be spent in
front of the mirror: that’s just not realistic in real life maid training
service to your strict mistress. You will have work to do for your strict
mistress. I hope that you realize, I will not take any prisoners in my maid
training. So be prepared to come into the house of a busy strict mistress.
But be warned: do not let me down or you will feel the consequences. There
are 137 maid sitting and standing positions and over time you will note and
remember all of these to my complete satisfaction during your maid training.
So make sure your pencil is well sharpened and note book to the ready for me
your strict mistress. I will need you to prepare for the arrival of my other
minions. Afternoon tea in my household is like a religion, therefore as part
of your maid training duties you will be required to wait upon me and of
course my guests. Preparing my favourite tea, Assam of course, black, and
strained through the prettiest of silver tea strainers for your wonderful
strict mistress. You will also need to do any maid training duties that I
decide to set for you: dusting, general cleaning, and scrubbing floors, like
a good little bitch. Obviously my chambers will be spotless, even if I have
to make you clean the bathroom floors with your tongue.
Yes your strict mistress will expect from her maid training girls many
household chores: possibly toilet cleaning, washing, and ironing. Perhaps
even some gardening: I always like fresh flowers brought in and arranged in
vases. Even the best lady's maid has to learn to make herself useful to her
strict mistress. I may, if you prove yourself truly worthy, let you help me
dress. And one day when your maid training is up to scratch and you have
reached my highest standards, you may be sent on a shopping expedition for
your strict mistress. You will have so much submissive fun. Life in my
service will allow the sweet sissy maid within you to blossom.
Strict Mistress and Maid Training for Caroline
My strict mistress is in one of her frilly moods and I am dressed
accordingly. Underneath my feminine finery, perfect for maid training, is a
steel chastity belt to tuck away my maleness. The belt has been my constant
companion for the last two weeks: a perpetual reminder of my commitment to maid
training and to my strict mistress. This is very frustrating but at this moment
it is also incredibly sexy as my strict mistress keeps the maid training
chastity belt key on a pink satin ribbon around her neck. The key dangles
between her breasts, not that I need any excuse to look there.
My own ‘breasts’, high quality silicone forms, are in place; no girl in maid
training would look right without her breast forms. One day my strict mistress
had said that she would insist on me having a boob job of my own, but I wondered
if she was just joking. But then my strict mistress rarely jokes about such
things, especially concerning the maid training which she knows I love and need
so much. A tingle of excitement mingled with just a touch of shame runs down my
spine at the thought of implants. Oh, how I wish! Maid training can be so
sublime at times, with my strict mistress offering such feminine promise.
Today my strict mistress decides that I will wear for my maid training
the sheerest seamed nylon hold-ups covered with some really frilly and noisy
white taffeta bloomers. The bloomers have multiple layers at the back and edges,
from top and bottom, and they rustle at the slightest movement. The material is
double-lined. Usually in maid training that feels so much better next to the
skin: except that today the chastity belt prevents any feeling. Of course, if I
had been bad or let her down in any way, my playful but strict mistress might
make me insert an anal dildo which she would lock on to teach me a maid training
lesson. But today, my strict mistress seems to be in a good mood: for the
My strict mistress adds a camisole matching my bloomers over the swell of my
silicone breasts. My maid training lingerie is very soft and sexy. It seems a
pity to cover such beautiful garments, but in maid training naturally I have to
wear a maid's uniform. But I am a full-time sissified slave just for my strict
mistress. My whole existence is focused on my beloved strict mistress. My only
reason for being is to serve her, Madam Raison D’etre, through the devotions of
my maid training. Maid training is a demanding life but one which has its own
rich satisfactions. I feel such intimate joy just being able to be in my strict
mistress's presence and to bask in her beauty and refinement.
The maid's uniform is to die for: a concoction of frills that rustle so
perfectly, creating the maid training frou-frou look so beloved by my strict
mistress. The skirt is very full, pushed out by a lavish petticoat which itself
is multi-layered with more frills at the edge of each layer. The maid training
dress itself is a cascade of frills. The dress locks securely at my neck, so no
escape was possible. Not that I would ever want to free myself from such
fabulous femininity chosen by my strict mistress. At my neck is a maid training
ruffle that stands out a full nine inches in all directions, forcing me to keep
my head high and making it hard to see much below my neck.
My strict mistress has sewn little bells over the breasts of the dress so
that any movement causes a jingle, as if the mischievous fairy Tinker Bell is in
constant flight around me. At the top of my arms and along the fringe of the
skirt: more maid training bells. It is almost impossible to avoid making a
tinkling, jingling sound in my maid training dress. But I know that my strict
mistress loves to make me stand still in the dress at times and, always
attentive to my maid training, she will cane me if she hears the slightest
It is exquisite torture when I also have to wear five-inch heels to serve
her: my maid training shoes locked on at my ankles with sweetheart shaped
padlocks. The bells also make it plain whether I am working or not and woe
betide me if she hears the sound of silence when she has set me a maid training
task to perform. My strict mistress loves to tease me mercilessly during my maid
training. She tells me to make tea, serve it to her and then step back, waiting
for her next order. Testing my mute submissiveness to her maid training. She
expects me to stand absolutely still and not to fidget. But this dress makes it
well-nigh impossible to be silent.
Today she waits a while, smiling inwardly at my state. My strict mistress
approves of my feminine frilliness, of my submission as I look at the floor with
my head bowed in supplication as she so elegantly sips her tea.
"Were you looking at my breasts, maid Caroline?” My strict mistress
‘Oh no, strict mistress, that would be most improper,’ I reply. Knowing
that the code of maid training forbids this.
"You lying little prissy bitch, I know you: you are always sneaking a peak
when you think I'm not looking."
It is true that my strict mistress is so desirable. She wears such
magnificent corsets, having me lace her in as part of my maid training duties,
creating such wonderful cleavage in which nestles the key to my chastity belt.
Despite my maid training, I am weak and I naturally wish to look at her breasts;
and even more so when I see the key resting on them so provocatively. I dream
hopelessly that my strict mistress will relent and using the key to release me
from the chastity recently demanded by my maid training. And my dreams rarely
end at that point, not that a girl like me in maid training would dare admit
that to her.
"You deserve a lesson, I won't have such impudence. Assume the position."
I am wrong about my strict mistress being in such a good mood. I bend over
and put my forearms on a table, arching my back. A position I know all too well
from previous lessons in my maid training. My strict mistress pushes my
petticoats up and pulls down my bloomers, exposing my cheeks and then gently
stroking them. Giving me just a little hope, but then dashing it immediately.
"It's the cane for you, dear. You know it's what you deserve, isn't it?"
‘Yes, strict mistress,’ I respond with a dry mouth, anticipating the
punishment to come.
"I won't gag you as I want you to count, assuming you can count beyond ten I
suppose, you stupid little bitch, and I want to hear you cry."
I gulp at the threat, the promise even, as she swishes her dragon cane
"It makes such a lovely sound, don't you think?” She asks rhetorically. Even
so, accepting my fate as I must in maid training, there is no answer I can make.
The preliminaries over, strict mistress commences the punishment. The
etiquette of my maid training requires me to count each stroke and thank her, my
tone allowing her to judge the pace of the punishment. I do not know how many
strokes I had to endure, perhaps 30, perhaps more. My strict mistress might give
me softer strokes if she is feeling kind, but often she likes to see the welts
afterwards for a week and she enjoys making me cry. I hate this part of my maid
training with a vengeance, but the act of maid training submission itself is
immensely rewarding and exciting, to be helpless before her, to be totally
reliant on her mercy. After 20 strokes, my strict mistress pauses and walks in
front of me, raising my chin with her cane and wiping away a tear.
"So, maid Caroline, do you like to look at my breasts with such abandon?”
she asks, her proximity to me making it impossible for me to do otherwise.
She relishes the situation, knowing that she could, if she is feeling mean,
double the punishment for me having the temerity to look where she is forcing me
to look. But at the same time she enjoys my obvious delight at the sight. She is
so beautiful it melts my heart completely, and in truth she may do anything she
wants with me in her maid training. I adore her completely, even as she revels in torturing me beyond the point of endurance.
What can I say? If I say yes, then she will admonish me for being so forward
and slutty. If I say no, my strict mistress will punish me for not worshipping
her as is appropriate.
She likes to create such situations, to see how I react, to see if I would
take more punishment by being honest in my complete maid training devotion to my
strict mistress. The more compliant and obedient I am under her maid training,
she becomes even more a strict mistress: a virtuous circle that takes me to ever
greater depths of submission.
‘Yes, strict mistress. You know that I adore you completely.’ But then,
boldly and perhaps too boldly for someone in my position, I add, ‘I beg you
humbly to be released from chastity.’
My strict mistress laughs at this forward request. Giving the clear
impression that my maid training today is far from over.
"You can dream of release, bitch, but you have to earn that. You may be
freed if you serve me to absolute perfection but not before."
Her eyes flash at my helplessness, at the crushing blow to my hopes of
release. I am so frustrated after two weeks locked up in the chastity of maid
training. She loves my situation, deliberately brushing against me, showing
herself, arousing me as she knows the immense effect she has on me;
and it delights her. She returns and continues with her cane. Tears are now
running freely down my cheeks as the strokes of the cane impose the lessons of
maid training: my bottom is on fire but I dutifully count and thank her for
punishing me. I adore her for being such a strict mistress with me, even as I
squirm in frustration and pain. She is such a joy to be with, to serve her in
maid training. I love her completely, my wonderful strict mistress.
Maid Training for Sissy Maid Caroline and Sissy
Strict Mistress and Maid Caroline's New Maid
Forced sissy maid Caroline had had her new maid training outfit specially
made. She wanted to wear it for her strict mistress. It was pure indulgence,
going to a ladies' designer, choosing the luxurious satin and helping to design
the creation. The outfit consisted of the maid's uniform, a petticoat attached
to a bodice and frilly panties. Contrasting pink frills abounded on the panties
and on the uniform, which was in pristine white satin. Her maid training uniform
had two locks attached, behind the neck and in the middle of the back: it is
hard to unlock yourself even if you have access to the key to the delicate
little shiny heart shaped maid training padlocks.
The finished creation was wickedly expensive but looked fabulous and would
be a surprise to her strict mistress. The strict mistress had dressed in a white
satin blouse herself, with a tight black leather skirt and seamed stockings. She
knew that Caroline loved her like this and she enjoyed teasing her by looking so
wonderful. Caroline had dressed and knocked nervously on the door, before her
strict mistress asked her to come in. Her strict mistress loved the new dress
and exclaimed in surprise and appreciation. This specially designed maid
training look was completely over the top, but wonderfully so, and her strict
mistress admired the frills and the satin very much. She took the proffered
locks and told her maid Caroline to kneel before her as she turned the key in
each of the maid training locks. Her strict mistress had a surprise for her.
"Today, forced sissy maid Caroline, we are going to the ballet, and you are
going exactly like that!"
Her forced sissy maid Caroline was nervous and excited at the same time.
Going out in public dressed in sissy finery during her maid training caused her
much embarrassment but at the same time was a wonderful thrill. Everyone would
naturally be drawn to look at the outrageous outfit and wonder at the height of
the supposed lady. Being with her strict mistress diffused the situation but
still it could be mortifying to experience the stares of those who would be
curious about this overdressed lady in maid training. Her strict mistress had
her driver take them to the theatre, where they both got out and climbed the few
steps to the entrance.
Caroline had been forced to wear high heels, as always in her maid training,
and found it hard to keep up with her mistress’s more certain steps. She was red
with embarrassment already as they entered the bar and everyone turned to look
at the strange sight. Forced sissy maid Caroline had to order two glasses of
white wine from the smiling barmaid and tottered over to the seats that her
strict mistress had reserved for them, and then she was told to go to buy a
programme. People must have wondered if she was a member of the cast with the
puffed out skirt and frills. But perhaps one or two secretly knew that she was
in maid training. And envied her.
They took their seats in a box, set apart from but in full view of the
audience. Her strict mistress looked fabulous in her blouse and severe skirt.
Caroline was enjoying being dressed and out in public very much, luxuriating in
the feel of the satin and the joy of maid training dressing. She also liked it
that people would treat her like a lady, letting her go first. It was so unlike
her usual life. Maid training was so much fun at times like this. Her strict
mistress teased Caroline by telling her that she would soon have to take ballet
lessons in a full tutu and join the cast. For a few minutes, she made Caroline
kneel in maid training rather than sit on her chair to ensure her humility.
She warned her that she would be made to kneel throughout the performance if
she was naughty in any way. At least Caroline did not have to curtsy in public
as part of her maid training on this occasion. But her strict mistress could
easily decide to change that if she wanted. The ballet was spectacular and the
strict mistress asked if Caroline would like to be the principal ballerina. In
truth, Caroline loved the elegance and grace of the lady. Her strict mistress
knew that Caroline found dancing to be very humiliating and so had delighted as
part of her maid training in forcing her to dance before her guests, even though
she was hopeless.
Caroline hated this but also secretly was very excited at such a humiliation
as well as at being forced to do in maid training whatever her strict mistress
wanted. She felt free when she was dressed and locked in her sissy uniforms and
she loved being with her strict mistress and being under her control. The ballet
drew to a close. But a special moment of her maid training was still to come.
Caroline was forced to present the bouquet they had bought for the principal
ballerina – in person, on the stage for all to see. She nervously stepped, tiny
step by step, into the spotlights and presented the bouquet to the prima
ballerina. The crowd roared with laughter and applauded. The feeling of maid
training humiliation was overwhelming but deliciously provocative at the same
time. By Caroline, forced sissy maid in maid training for her strict mistress,
Madam Raison D’etre.
Banished by the Maid
A lesson in forgotten maid training, it is more than two years since Maid
Caroline has been admitted to Madam's presence. Naturally, Maid Caroline has
been devastated to have been banished, thrown into the wilderness of despair.
She had been very fortunate previously, seeing Madam quite frequently as part of
her maid training. Maid Caroline enjoyed it so much, the opportunity to dress in
all her sissy finery and to present herself for further maid training and
service. Madam was always so inventive in her maid training, adept at keeping me
on my toes. After preparing the evening meal, eating it with her and clearing
away, I was often gagged and put in my yoke for the rest of the evening, an
essential element of discipline in my maid training.
This left me nicely helpless and silent, though still able to cater to Madam
in somewhat limited ways. For example keeping Madam's wine topped up. Should
Madam require a greater degree of helplessness, she could put me in my fist
mitts first to take away all use of my hands, and blindfold me too. We used to
have a lot of fun together in various ways as part of my maid training. Maid
Caroline often accompanied Madam to her chambers to serve drinks at the start of
sessions and to clean up afterwards. A maid is always a handy accessory provided
of course she remembers her maid training. Madam took pleasure from humiliating
Maid Caroline with public exposure. It is wonderfully exciting and scary to go
out as Maid Caroline.
People are generally highly amused at seeing such a prissy sissy, bemused as
well. Madam thought it would be fun way to enliven her maid training, for Maid
Caroline to serve at a local café and the proprietors entered into the spirit
gamely. Indeed, one of the serving ladies took quite a liking to Maid Caroline
and thought it was hilarious. It was very humbling aspect of maid training to be
made to serve the general public. Madam also wondered if she could dislodge my
wig by driving fast with the roof down - that was rather worrying but luckily
the wig stayed firmly on my pretty little head! Madam liked to have parties on
occasion and Maid Caroline was expected to cater to the guests' needs, along
with her other maids.
An essential part of maid training is of course serving at parties.
Preparations would start early and mostly everyone would dress up. Sometimes
murder mystery evenings would be organised but the plots were infrequently
solved as there was too much laughter and chatter going on, as well as too much
alcohol! Never mind, everyone enjoyed them. Sometimes, Madam organised
entertainment in the drawing room, including singing and dancing. Maid
Caroline's efforts at being a ballerina were certainly comical but not elegant,
I'm afraid, but it is exquisitely humiliating to perform in a pink Lycra tutu
and tights. Definitely a case for more maid training I think. Madam also had a
wonderful punishment cell in her home for those who lapsed in their maid
It incorporated a stock for your head and hands to keep you kneeling as you
were caged, and I enjoyed being incarcerated very much. It could get a bit cold
though which was less fun but all for my benefit as part of maid training. Madam
could use it in various ways to punish as she desired. It felt quite relaxing
actually to be locked away for the night. Most of all though, the pleasure lay
in just being with Madam. I looked forward to seeing her when I went for maid
training and, although she lived a long way away, it was wonderful to drive up
to see her. I enjoyed watching her put on her make-up, especially as she applied
her lipstick. Madam is naturally a very feminine and pretty lady, exceptionally
beautiful. She knows it of course but you can never tire of seeing such beauty.
Unfortunately, Madam banished me two years ago because I neglected my maid
training. We have had our disagreements. Something which maid training seeks to
eliminate because Madam is always right, so the outcome was hardly surprising.
One was quite funny in retrospect when I took some padlocks that were Madam's
but the same as mine after I'd lent her my yoke. I genuinely thought they were
mine but they were not and it caused some ructions until I realised my mistake!
Another time I kept a bottle of wine that I'd taken to a party as it was not
that good, opening one of Madam's instead - also a faux pas. But I think I was
banished for not having manners in general, quite ignoring my maid training.
Madam is a very particular person and it does not pay to cross her.
Whether I can live up to her expectations I don't know, but I certainly miss
her very much. Most important though, I need to absorb and act on properly on
all her maid training. I suppose Madam is like any lady. She wants you to put
her first in your life and to be treated with respect and love, a crucial
requirement in maid training. She has the pick of maids and many would like to
serve her, so I am very lucky to have had the experiences I have had, and I hope
very much that Madam might relent and have me back. I think she had a soft spot
for such a prissy maid as Maid Caroline so I can only hope that she might miss
Maid Caroline too, if only a little bit despite my ignoring my maid training,
and promise to do my best to be good to her.
I remember that Madam enjoys caning her recalcitrant maids who have
forgotten their maid training and is very good at it too! I wonder if she could
forgive me despite my disregard for my maid training, inflict a good spanking
and then we could all be better. I'm a bit of a wimp but enjoy very much the
power transfer, and Madam is very sensitive to me too in truth. Apart from
Madam, Maid Caroline has had a few outings but little maid training. I went to
Brighton Pride with a friend, and it was great fun to walk around in the
sunshine in my maid's dress, albeit that my heels were killing me after a while!
Next time, I shall have to be less vain and walk in flatter shoes!
The lady I was with went in trainers, which I thought wasn't very fair,
madam would never wear trainers on an outing. That reminds me of the time I was
walking in Venice with Madam late at night during my maid training and we got a
bit lost (my fault) and we ended up almost walking into a canal at a dead end! I
thought it was hilarious at the time but I think Madam's heels were hurting a
bit and she wanted to be back at the hotel so she was not amused. Again I was
careless with my maid training not putting Madam first. Other than that, I was
invited to Pedestal by another Mistress but I failed to find her in the pub
So I went anyway and took part in the "Select a Slave" event, like speed
dating for Mistresses and Slaves in groups. She was one of the Mistresses but
again we failed to recognise each other, so that night was a bit of a write-off.
In fairness, she did invite me to her home for a party the next week-end so all
was well and I could show off my maid training, but the whole episode was quite
strange. Finally, I saw some mutual friends from Italy when they were in
England. So Maid Caroline wishes very much to meet Madam again and begs for
another opportunity to serve her and thoroughly demonstrate her maid training.
This time she is not, under any circumstances fail her. Two years of banishment
is an awful long time and I have been lost without her.