The Holiday

Its still early when i wake up on Your bedroom floor, but the sun is out and bright already. I kneel upright quietly and look at You still sleeping for a few moments. Your hand is hanging over the side of the bed and i fold it back across your belly, kissing it very softly so as not to wake You before tiptoeing downstairs.

The kitchen and living room are still a mess from the night before. I clear away & clean the wine glasses, cigarette  ash and plates quietly. Wiping down all the surfaces and lighting scented candles to take away the stale odours. Its still very early when i’ve finished, & You, Miss * & miss * are still likely to be sleeping for some time. So i take  a cup of tea and smoke outside in the early morning sunshine. Its already warm enough in my little polka dot summer dress so i take off my maids apron and fold it neatly besides me.

Looking up to Your bedroom window, i squirm & shift slightly uncomfortably in my cage as i think about You sleeping. I decide to go for a walk in the nearby woods before i need to come back and serve breakfast. Sipping on another cup of tea i brush my wig and put on some light makeup. I use the downstairs loo quietly not wanting to wake anyone and not wanting to need to pee out in the woods. I hate having to stand to pee like a boy now, much prefer perching on the loo like a good sissy with my pretty panties round my ankles.

Its way too warm for stockings or tights so i just put on some cotton ankle socks under the nice pink floral patterned rubber boots you chose for me and set off.

The woods are very quiet & we haven’t see anyone near the cottage yet so i feel quite safe. I’m  always anxious when i’m out on my own. What if someone catches me in my dress, i wish i was more convincing & femme but i’m not. Or worse still what if someone catches me & decides to take advantage of me. It makes me feel awfully  vulnerable & acutely aware of what it must have felt like to be  a woman in the past, or still today in one of those horrible foreign countries....

I’m looking for the nice wildflowers where we saw them yesterday. For the breakfast table & for You Mistress. They were quite close to the cottage but still a good ten minutes walk into the woods. This morning there seems to be lots more to pick so i gather a nice big basketful for the cottage and a pretty little posy just especially for You Mistress.

Then in the distance in the woods i hear faint voices and spy some movement, perhaps we aren't so far off the beaten track as i thought we were. They are still some way away. Even so i turn back to the cottage and hurry back quickly. Only stopping to have a calming  smoke, once i am at the back of the cottage in the little hedged in garden.

Some time later when i’m inside arranging the flowers in bowls in the living room and kitchen, I hear stirring noises upstairs. I know you wont be awake just yet. So i  start making a fresh pot of coffee for Miss A & miss L for when they come downstairs. Then take a special strong filtered coffee up to You.

Kneeling by the bed i touch Your hand softly and whisper

“Mistress good morning Mistress.”

You mumble something half asleep then wake up a slowly looking down from the bed at me.

“Good morning emily”

“Hello Mistress, i brought You some coffee Mistress.” I smile up at You

“Good girl emily leave it on the side.”

“Yes Mistress & this Mistress.” i say holding the posy up to You.

You look down smiling and then slide in the bed, slipping out to one side. brushing the wig back from my face and placing Your legs either side of my shoulders, crossing them behind me and pulling me towards you.

“You are a good girl emily.” You tell me....

I change the sheets & make the  bed while You are showering.

Downstairs in the kitchen miss * asks what we are both looking so pleased with ourselves about.

“Well i dont know about locked little emily...but...” You reply

Both Miss * & miss * giggle as i blush profusely.

“Coffee please emily.” You tell me.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Lighter please emily.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

After breakfast after i’ve cleaned the pots and table away you come and pat my bottom as i’m stood at the sink.

“We are going for a walk this morning, You have plenty of chores to be getting on with emily, dont you sissy ?.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“But if You are a good girl this morning we may take you to the pub with us this afternoon & you can have a half a lager.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”

“After all we are on holiday arent we sissy emily.”

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.” I  say turning and curtsying

The Bathroom

You call me into the steamy bathroom.
“emily where’s my towel.”
“Here Mistress.”
I reply holding up the soft towel to You as You step out of the shower. I try to keep my eyes lowered respectfully. Not straying on Your lovely soft body without permission.
“emily ?”
“Yes Mistress ?”
“Look at me emily”
“Yes Mistress ?” I whisper looking into Your eyes,
Are they sparkling with mischief or irritation ?.
“Did you look at my body without permission again emily.”
I redden with embarrassment, but also with desire & nervousness.
“Mistress....”
You keep looking deeply into my eyes. I remember well the six strokes i received for looking at You without permission. And the six strokes i got for trying to fib the last time You asked. And the additional 20 strokes i got for not looking, not being compelled to gaze at your loveliness, or at least trying to fib that i wasn’t.
“Stop squirming emily”
“Yes Mistress.”
“So were You looking emily?”
“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”
“Thats ok emily, sometimes i want to give You something to think about in that tiny cage of Yours emily.”
“Yes Mistress.” i whisper in discomfort now
“And stop squirming emily, if you can sissymaid....”
“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress”
“Go and make me some fresh coffee emily & then you may clean the bathroom.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
Curtsy Mistress
emily

The morning

“Good morning Mistress”

You take Your morning coffee from my outstretched hands as I curtsy.

“Thank you emily.” You say patting the corner of the bed for me to sit

“Yes Mistress thank You Mistress.” I say smiling happily. Curtsying again & sitting down gracefully keeping my knees together.

Sometimes You  let me sit on the edge of Your bed while You drink Your first coffee. Sometimes You even let me hold Your hand gently in the morning. Sometimes You permit me to kneel by Your bed gazing up at You adoringly. At other times You have me kneel outside Your bedroom door, waiting in my pinny for You. Sometimes You simply send me back downstairs to fuss and clean in the kitchen til You come down.

This morning i am allowed to perch on the edge of Your bed, but not to hold Your hand. I brush back my wig from my face, then hold my hands in my lap, just happy to sit & to be with You this morning. Then You slip into the bathroom, telling me to make Your bed.

“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress” I whisper happily. Always even the smallest things about serving You make me so happy Mistress. So content yet excited Mistress.

I straighten & smooth Your satin bedsheets. Leaning over i kiss the little hollow left in the memory foam by Your body. Then slip onto the bed and lie in the hollow. Curling up into the shape as closely as i can, still feeling Your body warmth & inhaling Your sweet  scent. Lying there day dreaming about You, slowly losing myself in thinking about You Mistress. Trying not to fall asleep there, but wanting to linger blissfully in half waking reverie.  

Then I hear You calling me. I jerk awake glancing anxiously at the long cane hanging on the wardrobe door. How long did i drift away for? How long have You been calling me? Getting up quickly i smooth the duvet cover and rush into the bathroom to fetch You a towel. Hoping You will allow me to dry You. Hoping i’m not in trouble. Wanting so much to please You.

“Yes Mistress.” I whisper almost running into the bathroom to give You Your towel & clean up after You.

“Thank you emily.” You say politely as always, strict but always a perfect lady. Taking the towel & smiling.

“Yes Mistress thank You Mistress.”

Curtsy Mistress

Going to the loo

Mistress is very kind to me
She lets me ask Her for permission to go to the loo
She lets me go to the loo when i ask Her for permission
If we are out i have to wait till She or or others have finished
talking to ask Her quietly
I must ask Her in front of anyone present
Its humiliating to ask in public
I like asking Your permission for something so intimate Mistress
Thank You Mistress
emily