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LILY'S DIARY
June 15
I've just started work for my new employers, Mr Trent, Bill, and Ms
Williams, Alison, but of course I have to just call them Sir and Madam.
She's told me to write this occasional diary and assured me that I won't
be punished whatever I write, although of course I would be if I spoke
the same words. She's told me that it would amuse her to read about my
reactions to my new life of work here but I don't understand why.
I arrived last night but was excused duties straight away so that I could
make my new bedroom comfortable and unpack my clothes, which are all
uniforms.
Mr Trent is definitely head of the household, even though he's quite a
short man but muscular and Ms Williams often has to ask his advice or
permission to do something here. 'Here' is his large house, seven
bedrooms all with en suite bathrooms, plus three rooms for the staff, two
bedrooms and a day room and a shared bathroom in the attic. I am the
only full time staff though, he has a cook that comes in five evenings a
week, Tuesday through to Saturday, the rest of the time I am responsible
for cooking as well as all the other duties of a maid.
Madam has asked me to start by writing a little about myself. My name is
Lily and I have completed a course at the Maid Training Academy but I'm
afraid I can't remember anything much before finishing the course there.
I can vaguely remember being a young girl and playing with dolls and I
can remember deciding I wanted to work as a maid for a living, but things
are very hazy apart from that.
Anyway, enough of me. Today is Monday so I only have to clean the rooms
that have been used, as most of my day is taken up with laundry and
ironing. Although in theory I cook the meal for Mr and Mrs Trent this
evening, it is always cold cuts from the remains of the Sunday joint, so
it's not onerous. In any case I thought I could remember enjoying
cooking and I'm sure I used to cook really fancy meals. I must be
mistaken though because now my Mistress says that she's annoyed that I
don't have the skill to boil an egg now. I know Madam is only joking
though, I do know how to boil and egg, it's something I was taught to do
at the Academy. I think I can remember that they told me I was doing
everything wrong so they showed me the right way but what I did is too
hazy to remember.
June 16
I haven't remembered my uniform being so uncomfortable before. It really
doesn't help when I have to bend or walk about much, although the height
of the heels comes in handy when I need to reach something on a high
shelf.
June 17
I noticed that my uniform is a little less uncomfortable today. I'm glad
I didn't mention to my Mistress as although Madam assured me that I
wouldn't be punished for what I wrote, I was really tempted to speak and
ask her if they were the correct size for me. I have seen that Mr Trent
loves my sexy look, what with my tiny waist, short skirt and high heels,
so I suppose it is worth some discomfort. It was less of a problem to
get my corset done up tight enough this morning, I used the hook on the
wall that had been installed for the purpose. The trouble was that the
first time I tried it I hadn't put my shoes on and done up the strap.
With my corset tight, I couldn't bend enough to reach them! I am an
airhead sometimes!
Mind you I'm not just relying on Mr Trent's reaction to know I'm sexy, I
took in a delivery of groceries and the delivery man could hardly talk to
me. He turned into a gibbering wreck! His eyes didn't leave my breasts,
which are displayed almost obscenely, until I turned round and placed the
box on the floor. I must admit that I did it deliberately, just to see
his eyes when I bent over and showed my panties. I am just as much of a
slut as Madam said!
Madam told me that the episode was such a turn on for her that she took
me to bed and had me work my tongue on her. She seemed OK, but I did
detect a little disappointment from her and when I asked her if I had
performed satisfactorily, she just muttered that it wasn't as good as it
had been in the past and that she'd made a terrible mistake. I assured
her that it was exactly as I had been trained, but for a moment I was
worried that she might send me back. Later I heard her on the phone and
I got quite worried until I heard her ask how I was taught to select the
right wine to go with a meal and I knew that they had told her the way I
did it. Red wine goes with red meat, white with fish and for other
dishes people could have their choice. She did ask why I didn't know as
much about wines as I did before and I didn't understand that bit. I'm
sure I didn't know the difference between red and white wines before I
was trained, at least if I did, I don't remember.
She seemed to loose her temper then and tell the person that they didn't
know about pleasing a woman with their tongue, that everything about the
maid (I suppose she meant me) was worse than before. Then rather
strangely she told them that she'd made a mistake and she would have
given anything to have the 'original man' back, whoever he is. I don't
know what she was talking about, it's all beyond me, but then I'm not
very bright.
Madam told me that unless I was told otherwise they would go out for
lunch in future, or have the cook leave something that I could just dish
up for them.
June 20
There was a dinner party here tonight, being Saturday, two other couples
were guests, Mr and Mrs Jacobson, Fiona and Bruce, and Mr and Mrs Wagner,
Sally and Colin. Mr Trent had me go under the table between serving
courses and use my mouth on the men and him, at least that's what I was
told to do. So as soon as I placed the starters in front of them I did
as I was told. Unfortunately I'm afraid that when the first man, Mr
Jacobson, spurted his nasty stuff down my throat I couldn't help it, I
was sick.
I was mortified that I'd broken up the party, they obviously couldn't
carry on eating with the smell of my sick in the room, so they all went
out to have their meals in a restaurant while I cleaned up. Cook wasn't
very pleased with me either but suggested that I use the main course the
next day for lunch service. She showed me what to do to finish cooking
it.
June 21
I'm afraid that lunch didn't go too well. Cook apparently told me to
pre-heat the oven then cook the fish for twenty minutes at two hundred
and I thought she said two hundred at twenty and Sir and Madam said it
wasn't cooked properly so they ended up going to their golf club for
something.
Madam was very nice about it though and told me to dry my eyes, it wasn't
my fault that I was stupid.
June 22
Mrs Jacobson called to see Madam at lunch time but of course they were
out so we had a nice little chat until she had to rush off. She seemed
upset and told me to pass the message on that she had 'kicked that
perverted bastard of a husband out'. I wrote it down so that I couldn't
get it wrong.
When Madam and Sir arrived home they seemed quite amused by the message
and Madam tried to phone Mrs Jacobson but she wasn't in.
June 24
Madam had a hair appointment at her spa centre today and arranged that I
make some sandwiches for Sir to have at lunch time as he had some work to
do on the computer. It's amazing what he does on that complicated
machine. Anyway in the end he went out with a lady just before lunch and
didn't say where he was going, so I couldn't tell Madam where he was when
she asked me.
She seemed a bit cross but told me it wasn't my fault.
June 26
Madam has been very upset today, there's still no sign of Sir. She's
tried ringing all sorts of people but no one seems to have seen him. She
asked me for a detailed description of the lady he went with but all I
could remember was that she was blonde, about twenty five, I think, and
very nice looking. Then I remembered that when she sat down she had
trouble pulling her skirt down because it was so short. I think she gave
him a bag to put some of his clothes in.
Madam seemed to get more upset then, which surprised me because I thought
I'd
done really well to remember so much, she knows I don't notice much
normally.
June 27
Madam cancelled the dinner party she was going to have tonight, she
didn't say why but Sir isn't back yet and she seems quite upset still.
June 30
Madam seems a bit off her food. She just has cereal for breakfast and a
sandwich for lunch. I'm getting quite good at making them, although when
she ordered a ham one today I put mustard on it because I forgot it was
only Sir that likes mustard and that seemed to make her cry and I worried
that it was something I'd done, even though she told me it wasn't my
fault.
July 4
I haven't had much to write in my diary lately. I asked Madam if I
should just write about the same things I did every day but she said not
to bother. She started to try to tell me about different wines, but I'm
afraid that it was all too complicated. What difference does it make
where wines come from?
July 25
Madam has told me that she thinks that Sir is gone for good but she
doesn't know why. For some reason she got very drunk and told me she
wished she still had me. I explained that she does still have me but all
she did was to burst out in tears and call me Laurence. I don't
understand her.
August 21
Madam was out having lunch at her golf club when we had a strange
delivery. The lady that Sir went off with delivered another maid. When
I asked what the maid was for she simply told me that Madam knew all
about it. I confess that I was a bit jealous of this other maid, her
bust was bigger than mine and she was wearing at least six inch heels and
my tallest were only five inch. Her waist was smaller as well.
I showed this maid up to our quarters and put her stuff in the second
maid's bedroom next to mine. When I asked she said her name was Belinda
but she couldn't remember anything about herself. I thought it was odd
that I couldn't either when I first arrived here.
Anyway I let her settle in, put her uniforms away, while I went to clean
the dining room before Madam arrived home. When I told her about the
other maid she said she didn't know anything about it so I called Belinda
down.
Madam looked closely at this new maid then asked me who the woman was
that delivered her. When I told her it was the same one that Mr Trent
went off with, she screamed and ran to the phone. It wasn't long before
I heard her talking to the Maid Training Academy, demanding to know what
was going on. I couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but I
gathered that they were telling her that things were exactly as she'd
ordered and her telling them that she hadn't ordered anything.
She then seemed to repeat something like 'muscles wasted away.... they're
all cut off.... a full sex change?' and then she fainted.
August 23
Now I know that neither Sir nor Madam will read this diary again, I will
round it off so that I can gloat it future years.
I married my wife, Alison, some two years ago. Then my name was, and
will be again, Laurence Williams and I was heir to my parents' fortune,
so on the insistence of the family trustees I had her sign a pre-nuptial
agreement. Last year I realised that things were going wrong, little
things gave me clues. For example, three times a week she was going to
an all women exercise class but a very good friend of mine, Fiona
Jacobson warned me that she actually only attended once a week.
At this stage I should point out that Fi and I were childhood sweethearts
but lost contact once we went to different universities. Happily, my
wife knew nothing of my past history with her when they became friends,
so I had a spy in the camp, so to speak. By the time we re-connected,
Fi and I were back in our home town and were both married to other
people, each of us having pre-nupts to protect our family fortunes. It
didn't come as much as a shock as it should have done when back in April
I was kidnapped and taken to the Maid Training Academy. It didn't take
me long to understand what sort of place it was and what they intended to
do to me.
Not being the macho type of person, I decided to make sure that I was
perceived as being completely cowed at the earliest possible moment,
helped considerably by my experience a couple of years ago when I used
self hypnosis to give up smoking. I realised that I was being fed
messages, often subliminal, to wipe my memories and replace with
different ones, so every moment I was awake, every day, I concentrated on
telling myself to remember everything the moment I saw Fiona Jacobson.
It was something I was sure would happen at some stage so it could act as
a memory trigger for me. I don't remember where I heard about doing that
but I picked it up somewhere and filed it, thinking it might be handy one
day.
That took care of my brain washing, so then I was pleased to hear them
saying that although I was surgically changed quite dramatically, narrow
waist, larger hips and a large implants to make my breasts, they would
only be altering the appearance of my man bits. I think that if I hadn't
known that was going to be the case I really would have given up. They
tucked them away and stitched them in position rather than cut them off,
apparently my loving wife wanted me to suffer all the pains of being a
man with none of the pleasure.
The funny thing is that I can now remember being taught to cook in ways
that were really crazy. I could have taught the teachers except I don't
think they were good enough to learn some of my techniques. The same
thing applied to lovemaking, it wasn't any surprise that Alison was
disappointed in by newly taught performance with my tongue! At least
it's something Fi can now appreciate.
When I was returned to my house I really could only remember small
snatches of my previous life until the fateful night of that dinner party
and seeing Fiona. I didn't know what to do but decided my first move
would be to get help, so I smuggled a note to Fi on a piece of paper
under her plate. Fortunately she realised how serious things were right
away and said nothing until we could get together to talk two days later,
when she knew I'd be alone. Of course the Academy had assured my wife
that I would readily accept satisfying both men and women with my tongue
but with the rush of my senses returning when I saw Fiona, I reacted just
as I always would have done. I ended up by puking over Fiona's husband's
legs.
I'm afraid that this is where I can't say I acted in a very gentlemanly
manner. Of course I should have just gone to the police then and there
and had Alison and her boyfriend arrested, but I'd have got no meaningful
redress myself for what they'd done. I could have got an easy divorce
and my wife put behind bars, but I knew that really Trent had been the
driving force behind her, but he played only a small part on paper and
may even have got away without jail. I therefore decided to get direct
retribution on him first.
At the cost of having to spend a further few weeks in the position of
maid, I impersonated my wife over the phone and hacked into her bank
account to make the payment required by the Academy. I'm afraid I told a
little white lie when I told her that he'd taken clothes with him, I'd
actually given them to a charity shop. Once Belinda had been delivered
back, I gave her the go ahead and Fi phoned the police and reported what
my wife had done to me, of course not mentioning anything about Bill
Trent's fate and no one ever did.
I made a miraculous recovery of my memory, my wife and all those at the
Academy got heavy prison sentences, but because I was wealthy anyway, I
refused my compensation from that establishment, to leave more for other
men treated by them. My wife had to stand by the terms of our pre-nup so
got nothing in our divorce. The following spring Fi and I got married
after her divorce, naming Lily who her husband assaulted, was also
finalised
After our honeymoon my new wife has moved in with me. This time there's
no need for a pre-nup, we're each wealthy in our own right and had an
adult discussion and decided that neither of us had need of it.
We employ staff of course. We have a man and a woman who work shifts as
our cook and a cleaning contractor comes in twice a week to clean the
whole house so that way our maid isn't over-worked. I'm quite fair with
Belinda, she only has to work five days a week, gets a regular wage and
has just started dating the driver we sometimes employ when we go out for
meals or the theatre, etc. She has no memory of her life before she
started working here and that's the way I'll keep it. I know that self
knowledge would punish her far more for what she conspired to do to me,
but it would bring too many other complications. However we do have
plans for her to wet nurse the baby Fi is now expecting.
The breast implants I had been given? I just had them reduced to a size
I could disguise when fulfilling social engagements as a man, but still
had them for my wonderful Fiona and I to play with in bed.
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